1. The best medicine is love

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★ Initiative: This story participates in "Flu & Fluff" by Fanwriter.it!

★ Word Count: 5.953

★ Prompt / Trace: "I never get sick" were the famous last words of A.

William had been home for a week because of the flu and, even though he loved school, he had loved those moments thanks to the pampering he received from his father, Felicity and Raisa.

It hadn't been easy for him because all of this reminded him of the last time he got sick, the one when his mother was there to take care of him and, when one day Felicity found him in tears ... Well, you just have to say who spent all day in bed, watching movies and telling each other old family anecdotes.

"I never get sick" were Oliver's famous last words in response to the words of his wife, who had repeatedly urged him not to be too attached to his son because she would pass on the flu.

He was born like this, with the most stubborn man in the world who mocked her thinking he was the strongest just because he exercised every day, he even boasted of having a resistant immune system.

Felicity snorted when she for the millionth time she had to repeat herself as he replied in the same way, but when she noticed her husband with a strange color that morning, she immediately activated the red cross mode.

"Oliver ... you're pale," she said, touching her cheek, then reaching down and kissing his lips.

It's true, he shouldn't have done it, but those lips were so inviting that he couldn't hold back and ... in those days he had had to do it too many times because of Cayden James.

"I'm fine," she promptly replied she rolled her eyes.

He kissed the forehead of her son who had just arrived for breakfast, walked over to Felicity and wrapped around her waist, whispered something very spicy because she blushed, kissed her shortly after and walked to the office.

That new routine still upset her, but she was so happy that everything took a back seat.

"Dad's not well," William said as he bit into a croissant, smiling slightly.

"I know and that ..."

"He's stubborn," the little one admitted reluctantly.

"I'd say he's more than stubborn. He is a man and this already means that he will never admit it, that he will come to me with a high fever, shivering with cold, a nose that never stops dripping, his eyes shining and who knows what else "he answered in one breath and quickly the woman, while he couldn't help but laugh.

He was incredible, she knew she would never be his mother, but ... now he wasn't alone anymore.

Oliver had returned at two in the morning that night and Felicity had made herself a hot cup of tea while she waited for him. She was worried, but she didn't want to show him because she already had too much to think about.

She threw herself on the sofa, stretched her legs, stretched, and finally put her hands under her head.

He was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't even notice, but when Felicity placed a hand on her arms, her lips flickered into a smile from her and she turned to look at her.

It was the light in her eyes.

"Here, I've made you some hot tea," he promptly said, just before taking her cup and taking a sip too.

"I'm fine," she said, getting up from the sofa and sitting up.

"Oliver," Felicity called, but he seemed intent on silencing her because he took her cup from her hands, set it on the table and pulled his wife to him.

"You know that ..." the blonde mumbled interrupting that kiss, but her thoughts were lost when his blue eyes looked at her and her lips reached her neck, while her hands slowly slipped down his back. she.

It was a sweet kiss, which had an aftertaste of need, fear and desire.

They walked away just still hot when they heard footsteps approaching and she settled down by climbing off her legs and taking the cup in her hands.

"Daddy is that you?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, walking barefoot and running a hand through that magnificent tousled brown hair.

Even before answering, Oliver sneezed three consecutive times and all her eyes were on him.

"Yes, champion," she replied, standing up and walking towards her son, to put a hand on her shoulder.

"Go to ..." and another sneeze interrupted him, when Felicity looked at him apprehensively he smiled and told him not to worry.

"Go to bed I'll join you" and before she went to her son for a goodnight kiss, she felt his wife look at him.

"Felicity, I'm fine," he asserted without even giving her time to speak; they knew each other so well that one anticipated the other's move.

"Oliver didn't…" but she didn't have time to reply that he had already captured her lips.

He reluctantly pulled away, stroked her cheek and went to William.

"Don't think you can get away with it like this," she whispered in a slightly high voice, but she smiled because she knew there was going to be a long struggle before he allowed himself to be treated.

It had been just four hours when Oliver woke up to the shivers he felt throughout his body and the cold that reached his bones, but he pretended nothing and turned away. He shifted his position over and over and when he felt a warm little hand brush her back and two soft lips kiss her, there was no need for more.

"Oliver," Felicity whispered, turning him towards her so their faces were in the same direction.

"Excuse me if I woke you up," she said feeling guilty, running a hand over her face and letting her fall on her side.

"Don't worry," and she slowly closed the distance and leaned her head on her bare chest as she left her hand on her heart.

Soon after, with the rhythm of their hearts in sync, they fell asleep.

Well, at least that was what they wanted because, as soon as they were able to fall asleep, William walked into their room to go and shake Felicity for help, with the consequence of waking both of them.

The woman alarmed to see the baby in their room got up in a hurry, remembering that she luckily she had been wearing her favorite pajamas that night.

"What happened champion?"

"I ... I ..." he mumbled embarrassed, as her cheeks turned a fiery red; but a look between husband and wife was enough to understand, so Felicity pulled back the covers and made space between them.

It was… unusual. It had never happened before. Besides, he wasn't very open to his father, perhaps because he still blamed him for the loss of his mother.

William had spent with Oliver the days after the island, the death of his mother and ... it ended that after a nightmare, the man stayed in his room, settling on the rocking chair to watch him sleep while the dim light of the bulb on the dresser chased away bad dreams.

"Jump on her," the woman said laughing at her, but he looked at her in amazement.

"I'm not five anymore," she replied, but shortly after she went upstairs with them.

Oliver smiled, his heart was overflowing with love, he was so happy that when another sneeze hit him he cursed himself for not having been more careful.

"I would like to understand how it is possible that I sneeze continuously when you, Felicity always walk barefoot and you never even have a cough," he provoked her, but it was also a dig for the son whom they had often seen without slippers.

She was laughing and couldn't stop; she always did, she rarely got sick and healed faster than she remembered.

"Because she's Felicity," the son replied with a shrug, as if that made everything clear.

The dark kept thinking about it, but in the end he surrendered to the facts and raising an arm tried to get closer to his wife who had already fallen asleep.

Father and son turned to look at her and smiled, Oliver got up followed shortly after by William and taking a blanket they went into the living room, where the TV and the sofa were waiting for them.

Well, that was not unusual, indeed it often happened that the two fell asleep like this after a bad dream and, with a bit of luck, they would wake up hugging each other.

Felicity stretched out a hand on her bed touching the other part of her and found it empty, immediately opened her eyes and felt her cold invade her veins as a thousand images and hypotheses made their way into her. She quickly pulled back the covers, took her robe with the teddy bears and still open she reached William's room finding it empty. At that moment her blood in her veins froze, she felt her heart weigh on her and her steady feet unable to move a step.

"Mrs. Queen ..." Raisa said cautiously, and at that moment she woke up looking at the woman in front of her.

"Yes, Raisa?" she asked mechanically, as her mind continued to supply him with the worst guesses.

"Can I make breakfast since all Queen are still home?" she tempted her, but she felt like she was in the clouds and she came to her senses when she heard that phrase repeated over and over in her mind.

She nodded yes, she called herself stupid too just for having thought it and walked towards the living room. Felicity found her husband and William asleep hugging on the sofa, while the TV was broadcasting one of those movies / cartoons that the young man loved.

She with cautious steps and slowly she shook the shoulder of the little one and she mentally called herself stupid for having really thought the worst of her, smiling like a fool for that name to which she still had not got used to.

Mrs. Queen… she sounded so… strange, yet she liked her, it was nice to see the emotion she gave him and what it really meant.

"William ... It's already late," she said, while she was still smiling at that scene that she imprisoned among her favorite moments.

"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing her eyes, getting up and stretching as her pajamas from The Flash highlighted her small figure.

"Time to have breakfast, get changed, brush your teeth and go to school," she said in an affectionate but vaguely authoritarian tone.

"Sorry Felicity," he confessed in a guilty voice and the flat expression she had seen many times on her face, but she ran a hand over her cheek and smiled.

The woman watched her husband make the same gestures as her son and then get up and sit down and look at her through those incredible blue eyes of hers.

"What's up?" asked Oliver, who after a first glance had realized that something was wrong and… knowing her well it was so.

"And don't say anything!" he anticipated it, before the woman could open her mouth.

"It's just that ..." she stammered, but she couldn't finish the sentence because her gaze turned to the window.

"Felicity," she sounded out her name as he took her hands and forced her to turn around.

"It's just that ... when I didn't find you in bed this morning I thought you might have been William's, but when I went to check and he wasn't there ..." she tinkled, she couldn't even finish the sentence and ... right from her.

"Did you think that ... I left taking my son with me?" stunned she asked as the woman tilted her head to the side of her and ran her hand through her loose hair but she didn't answer.

"I understand that we have recently been married, but ... What made you believe? I thought that between us ... "

"Oliver is all right between us ... It's just that I still struggle to believe that you chose me and knowing that one day I might lose you makes me anxious, or that ... maybe you will stop loving me or that ... you might find someone else better woman than me or that William could be in danger and you should be forced to choose between me and him or that ... "he spoke in one breath so much that he even started gesticulating keeping his gaze on his face, as he went through small shade of her face.

"How long have you been thinking about these things?"

«Always, from the first day our paths crossed. I know very well that I'm not the perfect woman ... "

"You are to me," interrupting her she said.

«And never have these doubts again because you know that I have made many mistakes, I have lost you many times and I will never make the same mistake again. We are husband and wife, we are partners, we are a family and ... "

"You already convinced me at the first sentence," she admitted smiling, making her eyes sparkle and coloring her cheeks, while her lips hinted at a sweet and tender smile.

Felicity put aside her fear of losing him, it was an emotion that would never go away but she also understood that together they were stronger and could face anything; so, she slowly she slipped beside him and even before she could act Oliver had captured her mouth.

"But you're hot," she walked away from him she said, but she patted him on the shoulder for the double meaning she had understood while she was actually damn serious.

In less than half a second she activated her mother hen mode, so she ran her tongue over her lips, put her mouth on her forehead and found that it was really hot.

Oliver just pushed her away from her, looked into her eyes and told him it wasn't what she had in mind of her.

«I'm fine Felicity» he asserted hard, but the woman couldn't understand and she wanted to be convinced and… not from her only words of her.

She disappeared and returned with a small package, while the man was still on the sofa wondering what had really happened.

The blonde took the thermometer out of the package and Oliver shook his head, denying that he would really do it when his son arrived in perfect shape, dressed, combed and backpacked.

"I have to accompany William," he beamed, while she put her hands on her hips and looked at him, he being so convinced that he would win.

"You can take the bus," she said, noting that William had already put on his jacket and even if that vehicle brought back bad memories, they would have to get over it, after all he was the son of Green Arrow.

"Good luck" after taking everything he needed, he said, knowing what really awaited him, while he looked at his father and smiled slightly at Felicity.

The woman returned her gaze, aware that her husband would have listened to her this time.

Oliver collided with his eyes and in them he could see his determination and her stubbornness, a characteristic he knew well and in that moment he knew it was going to be a long morning.

«Felicity» he exclaimed, trying to be understood, but she knew well that for a man manhood was everything and he was no exception, he would not let himself go just because she was asking for it and therefore….

They faced each other, she was still in her pajamas and the mere thought of how they could spend those brief moments before jumping into work was tempting. Health came first.

The posture of their bodies said that they would be able to stay like this for a long and infinite time just to not agree with the other, one of the things that amused them; in most cases it was she who won, even if Oliver knew how to be forgiven.

"I'm really fine," he attempted, but one glance was enough for him to review that concept.

"How many times do you have to say this before you really believe it?"

And just before he answered, her phone rang.

"It's Lance," she whispered, answering the call.

Nothing had happened, she could see it from the expression on her face, but when Felicity looked at him, she realized that Lance had asked him a question for the two and that ... her husband did not know how to answer.

"Captain, he will come immediately after accepting that the thermometer is not an object of evil and having taken the aspirin," said his wife after taking the phone from her hands.

Oliver ran a hand over his face, he wanted to hide his shame when that day he went to the office and Lance would make fun of him, but maybe he could understand it since he too was married.

Felicity laughed, maybe she shouldn't have done it, but only in this way she would get it and while she waved the thermometer, her husband watched her, gritting his teeth.

"You'll pay for this"

"I'll be ready to collect," she winked, while she handed him the object and sitting down put it in her mouth.

The woman was satisfied, she knew how difficult it was for him to ask for help, even more so to let others take care of him, but now they were married and that would remain forever.

They waited for those minutes that seemed like hours for Oliver, while he thought about how he could take revenge, but in the end he smiled mentally because only with her he had learned how to take care of others and how to let others do it with him.

The sound of the thermometer broke the atmosphere around them, when Felicity took it, the man pulled the woman to him and kissed her with transport, he knew that somehow he had to win, even if it wouldn't be a real win because they wanted to both of them.

"It's thirty-seven and three lines," she said, while her husband got up and swelled his chest, proud of being right.

"I told you I was fine," he replied happily

"Oliver ... With the work you do, you have to take care of yourself and ... change that I still bring you aspirin"; he lowered his eyes, couldn't believe he hadn't escaped.

He walked in taking him by surprise, he had just put on his pants and had his shirt in his hand and his sculpted chest on display, which made Felicity's heart beat faster.

"Do you see something that interests you?" he teased her as she joined him without taking her eyes off him.

"Always. I've always seen what interested me "she confessed, making him laugh, because that little dig reminded him of all the workouts he had done and which she had witnessed.

"Prevention is better than cure," she said, handing him the aspirin and the glass with water.

"So they told me," he teased.

It had been several days and Oliver had never felt better, but that morning he couldn't even get out of bed so he avoided his wife's gaze, took an antibiotic and went to work.

He didn't stop sneezing and wiping his runny nose; he hated feeling so vulnerable, but he forced himself to get strong, he couldn't leave his post as mayor or even the streets of Star City.

"Felicity," he exclaimed in surprise when his office door was opened and his beautiful wife entered.

No one had informed him, with quick and cunning gestures she hid the packs of handkerchiefs in the desk drawer, he got up and kissed her almost urgently about the missing contact that morning.

"What - what are you doing here?" he asked him, as he realized that he had a basket in his hands and was not in the company working with Alena and by some miracle maybe with Curtis as well.

"I was looking for evidence that ... my husband" put the accent emphasizing the last words, while Oliver's expression suddenly darkened.

"Purposely, he wanted to hide me," and, passing him, he went to his desk, opened the drawer and took out the tissues.

"I can explain," he said quickly, as he approached her and slyly kissed her knowing that it would not be enough.

"Did you think I wouldn't have noticed?" and he looked up at her, hoping he didn't understand, but they were always talking about Felicity Smoak.

"I have known you for years, I have loved you for years and ... did you think that now that I was your wife I would let go? I didn't do it at the time, let alone now, "she said firmly, while Oliver looked at her moved.

And even before he could add more he sneezed several times.

"You caught a good cold."

"I don't get colds."

"You never get sick, you never get cold ... Oliver Queen the man you never have ..."

"Are you having fun?"

"No," and a glance is enough to make him understand that she wanted to be there just as he was there for her.

"I brought you the chicken broth, the antibiotic to take after meals and ... Well, if it wasn't too much, I suggest you rest, go home and get under the covers".

Oliver looked at her in a confused way and she immediately intercepted that glance and understood what she wanted to ask him.

"No, I didn't. I asked Raisa to prepare the broth knowing that my husband is stubborn and he would not ask ».

He let out a slight sigh and Felicity smiled at the lack of confidence he gave him in the kitchen, even though past records showed that he wasn't entirely exaggerating. Someday she would learn, after all she was wife and mother now.

"How long have you got your medical degree?" he taunted her as she turned serious.

"Oliver"

"Felicity, I know how to take care of myself," and he raised her eyes to fit into her blue ones, shortened her distance, wrapped around his waist, drew her to him and kissed her.

They had always been one even before they confessed their feelings, they understood each other in ways that no one could explain and ... and it was that chemistry that characterized their love.

"Mr. Mayor," Lance said as he entered the door without even knocking; the two moved away immediately blushing like two boys discovered by their parents.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here Felicity"

"Neither does he," she replied, pointing to her husband; he kissed his cheek and told him to remember what he had told her before he left.

"Again the story of ... you feeling sick and saying no and she saying yes," summarized his friend, before turning to look at him to be almost incinerated.

He updated him on the final details, but all was silent on the Cayden James plan.

"A little piece of advice, most of the time they're right," he revealed as he left the room and Oliver, but as always he mulled over his faults, that he still hadn't been able to catch that scum and that it was up to him to protect the city.

The mayor remained covered in paperwork all day, passing the lair a few times for updates.

He returned home after leaving the team's helm in Diggle, but when he entered he saw the empty living room, the kitchen ready for dinner and his wife and her son "gone".

"Do you want to see that I am in the office amidst notes, exercises and math books?" he said to himself, aware that he would hit the mark and, as he reached the room with uncertain steps, his stomach didn't stop grumbling and his head hurt.

Oliver leaned against the door, folded his arms and stared at his wife and her son taken with their homework, still remembering the first time they had together, him with a carefree smile and her with sparkling eyes.

"An additional angle is that angle of amplitude such that, added to another given angle, it allows to obtain a flat angle, that is 180 °. If the two angles are consecutive… "Felicity was explaining when she was interrupted by various" echoes "that made them both turn towards the person directly concerned.

"Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt you who ..."

"Did we study geometry, alternating with mathematical calculations of an additional angle?" she tried, aware that he had stopped shortly after the first word.

He just shook himself as he approached them and promptly Felicity stood up and stopped him.

"You have a cold, you are sick and ... it would be better if you were not in close contact with William since his fever has recently passed, we do not want him to have a relapse" she said quickly, explaining herself as a teacher with her students, moving the look from the two who had the same expression; she finally she smiled at her baby and told him to finish the exercise and ordered her husband to go to bed.

Oliver went back to the room while his body was filled with shivers and his bones with pain.

The woman found him sitting at the foot of the bed waiting for her.

"Didn't I tell you to go to bed?" she scolded him while her eyes focused on the man's and looked at him sternly.

"I just have a little bit of a runny nose, a few sneezing and ... with an aspirin everything goes away." he minimized, but Felicity as a good wife noticed her shining eyes, a symptom that her fever had risen and the way he held her arms tightly to her chest meant that she felt cold and had pains from the influence.

"I don't want to tell you but ..." and when he looked at her he smiled because he wasn't like her and so Oliver urged her to get rid of that pebble that he had inside her all day.

"I just have a little bit of a runny nose, a few sneezing and ... with an aspirin everything goes away." he minimized, but Felicity as a good wife noticed his shining eyes, a symptom that the fever had risen and the way she held her arms tightly to her chest meant that she felt cold and had flu pains.

"I don't want to tell you but ..." and when he looked at her he smiled because he wasn't with her and so Oliver urged her to get rid of that pebble she had inside her all day.

"When we got married, we promised each other many things, but one thing that in the sacred rite has never changed is ... In health and sickness and ..." so she approached him, placed her lips on her forehead and ...

"But you are hot!" she exclaimed in amazement, when even he had underestimated her symptoms.

She stroked his cheek and she gently told him to lie down before having whispered "I love you" in his ear.

Oliver had just got under the covers when William stealthily entered, he motioned not to approach, but he was his son and also stubborn, so before taking another step he turned to look at the door, as there was away free she joined her father.

"You shouldn't be here!"

"I know, because ..."

"You could get sick again and it was hard for me to see you feel bad and feel useless because I couldn't help you," the man interrupted, while he looked at him with affection.

"I'll leave you the blanket that Aunt Thea gave me at Christmas because she says it's special, maybe it'll bring you luck and you'll get well soon"

"It's special because she was mine when I was your age. She must have taken it when I disappeared, when they thought I was dead "he reflected and at those words his son looked at him strange, but he knew the story, yet ... he could not believe it and, perhaps not even accept it, at least not entirely.

"It is a gift of tradition to hand down something, but this is on loan" he teased him, knowing that maybe he should have been a little more open with his father.

He was about to leave when Felicity walked in and watching the scene she should have scolded them, but having heard what they were saying he preferred not to.

"He'll take care of you," she said shyly, and when she lowered the woman to her level, she whispered to him, "Take care of him as you took care of me" and shortly after she ran away.

Oliver looked at them accomplices and for a moment he had a moment of jealousy, he wanted to be there for his son, but everything he did seemed to keep him at a distance. He knew William needed time to get over his mother's death, but what hurt him was that she blamed him… but he wanted to save her. He shook himself when Felicity handed him the thermometer and he looked at her with an expression clearly of denial, but one look was enough to finally take it and put it in his mouth.

"You are more difficult than your son," she resumed, while he opened the wardrobe to take the duvet and place it on her husband's legs.

"It's true, I won't be good at the subject but ... I've read everything there is to know and they taught me many things, but I'll trust you with old grandmother's methods" she said, while he looked at her confused and waiting for an explanation .

That was it, Felicity could say a thousand words a minute, she was a force of nature and, although she didn't have a great example of a mother nor she was genetically, she wanted to be there for William in everything. The day after she fell ill, she ransacked the libraries and took all the books on children, on how to treat flu and various ailments.

Oliver felt proud and proud to have married that woman, to love such a precious creature and to be part of her family.

He thought he was lucky, in every possible way he could be.

"Oh my God Oliver! You have a fever of 39, "Felicity screamed as she reached for the phone to call the family doctor, but she couldn't find him.

He lay down, just closing her eyes and the woman was gone to return five minutes later with a bowl of water and a fresh rag to place it on her forehead and change it whenever she warmed up. She had to fall asleep because she no longer understood anything, the last memory of her was her wife's lips resting on her and two of her small hands touching her cheek shortly after a fresh cloth was placed on her forehead.

"What - what time - is it?" Oliver mumbled sliding a figure sitting in the chair not far from the bed.

"It's half past eleven. Don't get up daddy »William joined him, before updating him on everything that had happened.

He was looking for Felicity, he felt her far away, he did not perceive her in the house and her expression was scared, her son must have noticed it because her eyes collide with those of her father.

"She went to the pharmacy to get Dr. Novack's prescriptions, because after one day she tried to call him he didn't answer. She got angry and hacked her phone, found out he was in a luxury hotel and called him passing the room "she said smiling, she knew it was wrong, but slowly she was understanding why her father had married her and that wonderful woman she was.

Oliver just pulled the covers back but William stopped him.

"You can not go out. Felicity was clear "

"And we don't say anything to Felicity," his father tried to bribe him, but his son shook his head.

"I'm your father William and I know how to take care of me," he said, annoyed by so much apprehension.

"Yes, dad and ... she's Felicity" he continued knowing that he would understand her more than anyone else.

"And then he warned me that you would do it and ... he told me to tell you that if it were true you wouldn't end up in bed with a fever of thirty-nine"

"Well, I'm the man of the house and ..."

"He said you would reply, but he forced me to remember that a few days ago you told him that you are husband and wife and ..."

"In those relationships we share things, we lean on each other" completed the sentence Oliver, leaving satisfied his son who went to sit in the armchair and went back to reading the comic strip for The Flash.

The man hesitated a bit before going back under the covers, he started to get up and his son looked at him grimly.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" lashing he asked, the little boy raised his hands and nodded yes.

"But how am I done" angry he spat out mentally, while getting up he just lost his balance, before getting back on his feet immediately.

He was about to ask, but he was a little guy woke up and in that case he didn't even have to.

"I accompany you"

"I can walk to the bathroom. It's five steps, "he said, gritting his teeth.

"It's true, but haven't you just fainted?" he took it back; it was better not to continue because he knew that his wife had a hand in everything.

Felicity returned exactly an hour later, she had stopped at the lair, at Oliver's office to extend her sick days and in some shop to get the essentials to face the convalescence.

"I'm home," she shouted in her sweet voice, as William joined her and Raisa warned her that lunch was ready on the table.

Oliver had heard the front door close and light footsteps enter, he knew it was her, so he put on his slippers and got up. Her son was already out when he reached the lobby and saw them talking, while Felicity gave him little pats, ruffling his hair and smiling at him. She didn't need to delve into it, she was telling him how it had been and she annoyed her for that moment of stolen privacy, but then she realized that no one could do it to Oliver Queen, so she walked into the kitchen .

"You should stay in bed and rest," Raisa scolded him, but the woman received a dirty look and she fell silent, she smiled under her mustache, aware of what the man would suffer.

She had known her family for years, she had watched them grow up and… if she were even remotely similar to her mother, it meant that the Queen in question would lose ten years of life. Moira was not so newly married or when her children were born, the years had changed her and she nostalgically remembered the moment when all four fell ill. She left the family struggling with lunch and went away to return in the evening to prepare dinner and tidy up the house.

"I saw you come in with a strange package," he tried to inquire as she passed to kiss his forehead, more to see her temperature than anything else, before sitting down at the table.

Oliver was upset, he knew it was better not to have many intimate contacts because he risked infecting her, but a little kiss wouldn't hurt any of her.

"Fel…" and before he finished speaking, their phones both cut off.

"How's Oliver?" He always plays the hard man he doesn't want to ask, that he doesn't admit and ... the usual alpha male routine? " Layla asked, knowing the type of man since she herself had married one.

The blonde smiled as she read the message, answered her quickly and then dropped it into her purse, saying that she was asking for news of her.

He rolled his eyes praying that the flu would soon pass because he would go crazy.

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"Dude, how are you? I know, Felicity will be being an apprehensive wife, she won't believe when you tell him you're okay, she'll scold you when you don't do what she says and ... you'll feel like you're a child again, thinking you'll never buy your manhood and freedom again "John said that he had hit the spot; for a minute Oliver felt understood and confided to his wife that he was the friend who was asking for him. "They must have agreed," William said suddenly, while he devoured his plate with chicken broth and croutons. That family image had remained etched in the minds of the two newlyweds, they were moments like those that excited them and made them feel ready for anything. Together they would succeed. That evening, Oliver opened his gift package and widened his eyes when he saw what it contained. It wasn't possible, he thought, running his hands over his broken face a second later. "Really, honey?" And Felicity in return confirmed, joined shortly after by William that she did not stop laughing at seeing the contents of the package. "Oliver, recent studies show that having cold feet is one of the symptoms for which you get cold more and in cases of flu it is recommended, indeed it is almost categorical to wear heavy socks" revealed the woman, explaining the fruit of all those books he had bought days ago. "And you had to buy me wool socks with ... the green and black polka dots?" she asked, letting her expression speak for the rest of her. "Well, you're the Green Arrow," he tried to help Felicity. "I can, indeed not, but let's say I understand it and then ... why are there comics, newspapers with women on motorcycles, gardening books, board games and ... romantic films?" Oliver said almost desperately, while the last words were spoken between indignation and disgust. The two accomplices did not stop laughing and he slumped his shoulders and abandoned himself to the headboard of the bed. It was going to be a long convalescence. There was no doubt, Oliver Queen would never be the same again. Felicity sat down next to her, William stretched out on the bed and Oliver surrounded her wife's waist pulling her towards him as her baby pressed play and started the first of a long line of romantic movies.