Ray sighed a happy sigh when he felt Amelia next to him again. It was as if life was complete again. “Hey Oliver? Thank you, again. Will you stay and make sure nobody comes to finish me off?” He asked with a very nervous laugh.
Ray moved his thumb back and forth on Amelia’s hand, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his. “I just can’t believe it. We’re going to be parents.”
She chuckled soft, feeling happy once more. “I know.” Amelia smiled “I’m so happy, our child will be loved by both of the parents.”
A tear left the corner of her eye. “I was so worried. I couldn’t do anything, since Oliver won’t let me go with him. He thought it was too dangerous.”
His free hand moved to her abdomen, his thumb moving in circles. “Me too. Amelia, this is the best thing that’s ever happened to us.” Ray leaned his head on hers, letting out a small sigh. “Oliver is right. It’s far too dangerous out there for you. I’ll work with Felicity and Cisco to get some higher security measures on our place. We’ll have to pick our nursery colors and get a registry together and baby proof the house…” Ray’s speech sped up with each new thought until his voice trailed off. “So much to do,” he whispered, utterly overwhelmed by all of his thoughts.
Propose. He thought finally, his lips pursed in a thin line.
She sat up, smirking. “I’ll work with Felicity and Cisco to get higher security. You need to heal and recover first, Raymond Palmer. “Amelia spoke seriously, looking at Oliver, smiling.
Looking back at Ray, Amelia cupped his cheek, pressing her lips on his for a kiss. “We still have time. The baby won’t be here for another 4 and a half months.” She promised.
“And to be honest, as much as you wanted to do the nursery with me… I already worked on it, together with Caitlin and Felicity. To surprise you when you got back to me.” She smiled
“You can bet I’m going to work on the best damn baby monitor out there,” Ray grinned before his face twisted in pain. He felt a twinge of pain in his head, and as much as he tried to fight it, his face showed it. He realized how right Amelia was. He really did need to rest, as his list of injuries was far longer than usual. “Okay.” He brought a hand to his head, massaging his temple.
“You’re right. Rest.” He blinked, wanting to smile knowing how far along she was and knowing that they were surrounded by people who loved and cared for them. A splitting headache descended upon him so quickly, he hardly knew how to handle it. “Oh, my head,” he groaned, his eyes closed tight and his head tilted away from the light.