Chlollie Fanfic: Beauty in the Breakdown X - Snow Angel, Chapter 3
Another BITB chapter for all the Chlollie peeps in the house!
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Title: Beauty in the Breakdown X: Snow Angel
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter PG-13) New Series.
Warnings: ***Angst*** A re-telling of Chlollie post-Warrior
Timeline: Season 9
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love. Tenth story in the BITB Series.
Story Summary: Very early into their marriage, Chloe and Oliver suffer a crippling loss. Very angsty.
Amazing banner by Ellashy.
Feedback: …Always. :)
Read the previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
“Honey, I’m home!” Oliver announced as he walked in. He shut the door, put down his briefcase and sniffed the air experimentally. “Mmm…something smells good.”
Just then, his wife appeared from the kitchen, a huge smile on her face. Before he could blink, she had run towards him and launched herself into his arms, holding on to him tightly.
“Whoa, what’s this?” he exclaimed happily as her legs went around his waist.
“I’m just…so glad you’re home,” she mumbled against his neck. “I really missed you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” he said with smile, lifting her chin so that he could place a tender kiss on her lips. “How are you, bella?”
She gave a shaky laugh. “Okay, all things considered.”
He frowned. All things considered? “Chloe, are you alright?”
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Okay…” He lowered her to the floor. “…so, how did your doctor’s visit go?”
She smiled. “You’ll be pleased to know that I’m not sick,” she replied.
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. He studied her carefully, pleased to see that her general outlook was a lot more positive that when he’d left. Losing her mother had taken a lot out of her, and even though she still wasn’t one-hundred percent back to her old self, it was clear that the tide of her grief had turned, and she was beginning to move on from the tragic loss.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, affectionately patting his stomach. “I made your favourite.”
He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. She had taken her vow to learn how to cook very seriously. “Excellent. I can’t wait.”
“You just relax while I get everything ready, okay?”
“Okay.” He headed for the bedroom. “So…anything interesting happen while I was away?”
She giggled. “You could say that.”
“Oh, really?” He dropped his briefcase and loosened his tie. “Care to share?”
“Um…you know what? I’ll tell you after dinner,” she replied from the kitchen.
Oliver frowned. It wasn’t like her to be cryptic.
“Why can’t you tell me now?” he said loudly towards the kitchen as he removed his tie and popped the top two buttons on his shirt.
“You’re asking a lot of questions for a hungry man,” she replied. “Just…humour me, okay?”
He sighed. “Fine, I’ll wait.” He walked into the bathroom and reached out to turn on the faucet when something caught his eye. Frowning, he picked up the item: it looked a bit like a thermometer, but without the graded numbers down the side. Curiously he turned it over to reveal a tiny window on the narrow end with information written in it. He held up to the light, so that the writing within was very clear.
And the words he saw made him suck in his breath in an astonished gasp.
***
Chloe hummed as she put the finishing touches to the table. She set two places, grinning to herself as she realised that she would very soon be laying a table for three; obviously not immediately, since it would be a while before the baby would be old enough to use a high-chair.
She frowned. Perhaps she should have picked one up to place at the end of the table, so she could watch the reaction on Oliver’s face when he realised what its presence meant. She was simply bursting to tell him the news, but she wanted him to eat first, because once she told him they were expecting a baby, he wouldn’t be able to eat a thing.
She had just sent the last place when the timer pinged on her cooker, signalling the readiness of the meal. Quickly she returned to the kitchen and lifted the pasta off the fire, then carefully tipped the contents over a colander.
“Chloe?” her husband called.
“Just a second, I’m draining the pasta,” she replied as she transferred the noodles from the saucepan to the colander.
“Forget the pasta.”
Chloe blinked and frowned. Something in his voice told her he meant it. Quickly she turned off the cooker and headed out into the hall.
“Is everything okay?” she asked. She got to the bedroom and saw Oliver standing there, a dazed look on his face as he stared at the slim, small wand is his hand.
She froze on the spot. When she’d gathered up the tests earlier, she’d forgotten all about the one from the hospital, which Oliver was now staring at in shock.
Chloe held her breath and waited as he lifted his head and fixed his shocked gaze on her. His throat worked as he swallowed hard; finally, he spoke.
“Is this...?”
She took a deep breath, and nodded.
“Are you...?” his shocked gaze fell to her midriff, and she smiled and nodded again.
His eyes lit up with joy, and he pointed at her belly with a shaky finger. “We're having a...?”
Chloe giggled; her husband was clearly incapable of making complete sentences right now. She nodded for the third time, a wide grin on her face.
“Yes, honey, we are. We’re having a baby!”
***
As soon as he’d seen the word pregnant on the stick, he’d known what her answer would be. But hearing it from her mouth, and seeing the joy in her eyes as she acknowledged her condition…
They were having a baby.
“Whoo-hoo!” he yelled. He crossed the room in seconds and gathered her into his arms.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” he exclaimed, squishing her in his excitement. “We’re having a baby! Jesus, I probably shouldn’t hold you so close; are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, laughing. “You don’t need to handle me like a porcelain doll, honey; I’m fine. We’re fine.”
He stared down at her, his eyes full of wonder. She looked exactly the same as she always did, but deep down inside…
“You’re carrying our child,” he said reverently, then sank to his knees and rested a hand on her belly. “Oh, wow…”
“I know, right?” she giggled. “When Lola said I was pregnant, I couldn’t believe it.”
“And it’s been twelve weeks already!” he remarked.
She nodded, a shy smile on her face. “It happened on our wedding night.”
He chuckled. “Most appropriate.”
“In all the excitement, I forgot to take my birth control pill,” she said, almost apologetically. “I took two the next day to make up for it, but-well, Lola said that never works, and-”
“Chloe, I don’t care how it happened, we’re having a baby,” he said proudly. “My God, this is amazing. We’re gonna be parents!”
She stroked his hair tenderly and smiled. “You’re going to be a wonderful father, Ollie.”
“And you’ll be the best Mom in the world.” He lifted her shirt and stared at her belly, noticing for the first time the beginnings of a gentle swell. How had neither of them noticed before?
He leaned forward and kissed the tender skin of her stomach before resting his head there gently.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “How do you feel; any morning sickness?”
“None at all; I’m fine,” she replied. “But Lola wants to see us tomorrow afternoon for the sonogram. Can you make it?”
“Can I make it?” he scoffed. “Baby, nothing can keep me away from seeing my child for the first time.”
He got to his feet and pressed his lips to hers in a soul-searching kiss, his entire being radiating with jubilant joy.
A baby. A child of his own, with the woman of his dreams…
“You must be starving,” she said, breaking into his thoughts. “All that painstaking preparation, and now the pasta’s all a congealed mess.”
He tenderly stroked her cheek. “Oh, honey, you know I appreciate the effort…but I can’t even think about food or anything else right now,” he said, his eyes wide with barely concealed excitement. “We’re having a baby. I’m having a child with the woman I love.” He sighed and smiled. “I am so ridiculously happy right now.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her voice think with emotion. “I bless the day I met you, Oliver Queen. You’re everything I never knew I wanted.”
He grinned. “Ditto.”
She glanced balefully back at the kitchen. “Well, if you’re not hungry for food…” She leaned into him, tilting her shoulders back so that her pelvis connected with his, and gave him a sultry look. “Can I interest you in…something else?”
Oliver’s body instantly responded to the pressure of her body against his, and he groaned softly. He had only been a few days, but he’d missed her so much, and he wanted her more than anything…but with the baby growing inside her, he wasn’t sure if it was safe.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked fearfully. “I mean...could I hurt the baby?”
“I asked, and it’s perfectly fine,” she reassured him. “Besides, I have no intention of giving this up. Why, if it wasn’t for sex, this kid wouldn’t even be here!”
“Good point.” Oliver lifted her in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” he wondered aloud as she feathered her fingers through his hair.
She frowned. “Huh. I hadn’t even thought of that.”
He laid her down gently on their bed and narrowed his eyes. “I think it’s a girl. It feels like a girl.”
“Pfft!” she snorted. “How would you know what it feels like? It’s in me!”
“Well, I determine the baby’s gender, and I’m convinced I gave you an X-chromosome,” he declared. “It’s a girl.”
“Well, I think it’s a boy,” she refuted. “A boy with spiky hair and a dimpled chin, just like you looked in your baby pictures.”
“Hey, you promised never to mention that,” he reminded her as he smoothly divested her of her clothing. “And while we’re at it, I want to have a look at your baby pictures; I’d like to have an idea of what my daughter will look like in a few months.”
“Our son,” she corrected.
He raised a challenging brow. “Wanna bet on it?”
“Whoever loses has to change all the diapers for the first month,” she replied smartly.
He grinned widely and settled her on top of him. “Oh, it’s on.”
***
Chapter 4…
Enjoy.
Title: Beauty in the Breakdown X: Snow Angel
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: NC-17 (this chapter PG-13) New Series.
Warnings: ***Angst*** A re-telling of Chlollie post-Warrior
Timeline: Season 9
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Series Summary: With Oliver by her side, Chloe learns to let go, find peace, and fall in love. Tenth story in the BITB Series.
Story Summary: Very early into their marriage, Chloe and Oliver suffer a crippling loss. Very angsty.
Amazing banner by Ellashy.
Feedback: …Always. :)
Read the previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
“Honey, I’m home!” Oliver announced as he walked in. He shut the door, put down his briefcase and sniffed the air experimentally. “Mmm…something smells good.”
Just then, his wife appeared from the kitchen, a huge smile on her face. Before he could blink, she had run towards him and launched herself into his arms, holding on to him tightly.
“Whoa, what’s this?” he exclaimed happily as her legs went around his waist.
“I’m just…so glad you’re home,” she mumbled against his neck. “I really missed you.”
“The feeling’s mutual,” he said with smile, lifting her chin so that he could place a tender kiss on her lips. “How are you, bella?”
She gave a shaky laugh. “Okay, all things considered.”
He frowned. All things considered? “Chloe, are you alright?”
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Okay…” He lowered her to the floor. “…so, how did your doctor’s visit go?”
She smiled. “You’ll be pleased to know that I’m not sick,” she replied.
Oliver heaved a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness,” he said. He studied her carefully, pleased to see that her general outlook was a lot more positive that when he’d left. Losing her mother had taken a lot out of her, and even though she still wasn’t one-hundred percent back to her old self, it was clear that the tide of her grief had turned, and she was beginning to move on from the tragic loss.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she said, affectionately patting his stomach. “I made your favourite.”
He grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. She had taken her vow to learn how to cook very seriously. “Excellent. I can’t wait.”
“You just relax while I get everything ready, okay?”
“Okay.” He headed for the bedroom. “So…anything interesting happen while I was away?”
She giggled. “You could say that.”
“Oh, really?” He dropped his briefcase and loosened his tie. “Care to share?”
“Um…you know what? I’ll tell you after dinner,” she replied from the kitchen.
Oliver frowned. It wasn’t like her to be cryptic.
“Why can’t you tell me now?” he said loudly towards the kitchen as he removed his tie and popped the top two buttons on his shirt.
“You’re asking a lot of questions for a hungry man,” she replied. “Just…humour me, okay?”
He sighed. “Fine, I’ll wait.” He walked into the bathroom and reached out to turn on the faucet when something caught his eye. Frowning, he picked up the item: it looked a bit like a thermometer, but without the graded numbers down the side. Curiously he turned it over to reveal a tiny window on the narrow end with information written in it. He held up to the light, so that the writing within was very clear.
And the words he saw made him suck in his breath in an astonished gasp.
***
Chloe hummed as she put the finishing touches to the table. She set two places, grinning to herself as she realised that she would very soon be laying a table for three; obviously not immediately, since it would be a while before the baby would be old enough to use a high-chair.
She frowned. Perhaps she should have picked one up to place at the end of the table, so she could watch the reaction on Oliver’s face when he realised what its presence meant. She was simply bursting to tell him the news, but she wanted him to eat first, because once she told him they were expecting a baby, he wouldn’t be able to eat a thing.
She had just sent the last place when the timer pinged on her cooker, signalling the readiness of the meal. Quickly she returned to the kitchen and lifted the pasta off the fire, then carefully tipped the contents over a colander.
“Chloe?” her husband called.
“Just a second, I’m draining the pasta,” she replied as she transferred the noodles from the saucepan to the colander.
“Forget the pasta.”
Chloe blinked and frowned. Something in his voice told her he meant it. Quickly she turned off the cooker and headed out into the hall.
“Is everything okay?” she asked. She got to the bedroom and saw Oliver standing there, a dazed look on his face as he stared at the slim, small wand is his hand.
She froze on the spot. When she’d gathered up the tests earlier, she’d forgotten all about the one from the hospital, which Oliver was now staring at in shock.
Chloe held her breath and waited as he lifted his head and fixed his shocked gaze on her. His throat worked as he swallowed hard; finally, he spoke.
“Is this...?”
She took a deep breath, and nodded.
“Are you...?” his shocked gaze fell to her midriff, and she smiled and nodded again.
His eyes lit up with joy, and he pointed at her belly with a shaky finger. “We're having a...?”
Chloe giggled; her husband was clearly incapable of making complete sentences right now. She nodded for the third time, a wide grin on her face.
“Yes, honey, we are. We’re having a baby!”
***
As soon as he’d seen the word pregnant on the stick, he’d known what her answer would be. But hearing it from her mouth, and seeing the joy in her eyes as she acknowledged her condition…
They were having a baby.
“Whoo-hoo!” he yelled. He crossed the room in seconds and gathered her into his arms.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it!” he exclaimed, squishing her in his excitement. “We’re having a baby! Jesus, I probably shouldn’t hold you so close; are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, laughing. “You don’t need to handle me like a porcelain doll, honey; I’m fine. We’re fine.”
He stared down at her, his eyes full of wonder. She looked exactly the same as she always did, but deep down inside…
“You’re carrying our child,” he said reverently, then sank to his knees and rested a hand on her belly. “Oh, wow…”
“I know, right?” she giggled. “When Lola said I was pregnant, I couldn’t believe it.”
“And it’s been twelve weeks already!” he remarked.
She nodded, a shy smile on her face. “It happened on our wedding night.”
He chuckled. “Most appropriate.”
“In all the excitement, I forgot to take my birth control pill,” she said, almost apologetically. “I took two the next day to make up for it, but-well, Lola said that never works, and-”
“Chloe, I don’t care how it happened, we’re having a baby,” he said proudly. “My God, this is amazing. We’re gonna be parents!”
She stroked his hair tenderly and smiled. “You’re going to be a wonderful father, Ollie.”
“And you’ll be the best Mom in the world.” He lifted her shirt and stared at her belly, noticing for the first time the beginnings of a gentle swell. How had neither of them noticed before?
He leaned forward and kissed the tender skin of her stomach before resting his head there gently.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “How do you feel; any morning sickness?”
“None at all; I’m fine,” she replied. “But Lola wants to see us tomorrow afternoon for the sonogram. Can you make it?”
“Can I make it?” he scoffed. “Baby, nothing can keep me away from seeing my child for the first time.”
He got to his feet and pressed his lips to hers in a soul-searching kiss, his entire being radiating with jubilant joy.
A baby. A child of his own, with the woman of his dreams…
“You must be starving,” she said, breaking into his thoughts. “All that painstaking preparation, and now the pasta’s all a congealed mess.”
He tenderly stroked her cheek. “Oh, honey, you know I appreciate the effort…but I can’t even think about food or anything else right now,” he said, his eyes wide with barely concealed excitement. “We’re having a baby. I’m having a child with the woman I love.” He sighed and smiled. “I am so ridiculously happy right now.”
“Me too,” she whispered, her voice think with emotion. “I bless the day I met you, Oliver Queen. You’re everything I never knew I wanted.”
He grinned. “Ditto.”
She glanced balefully back at the kitchen. “Well, if you’re not hungry for food…” She leaned into him, tilting her shoulders back so that her pelvis connected with his, and gave him a sultry look. “Can I interest you in…something else?”
Oliver’s body instantly responded to the pressure of her body against his, and he groaned softly. He had only been a few days, but he’d missed her so much, and he wanted her more than anything…but with the baby growing inside her, he wasn’t sure if it was safe.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” he asked fearfully. “I mean...could I hurt the baby?”
“I asked, and it’s perfectly fine,” she reassured him. “Besides, I have no intention of giving this up. Why, if it wasn’t for sex, this kid wouldn’t even be here!”
“Good point.” Oliver lifted her in his arms and carried her through to the bedroom.
“Is it a boy or a girl?” he wondered aloud as she feathered her fingers through his hair.
She frowned. “Huh. I hadn’t even thought of that.”
He laid her down gently on their bed and narrowed his eyes. “I think it’s a girl. It feels like a girl.”
“Pfft!” she snorted. “How would you know what it feels like? It’s in me!”
“Well, I determine the baby’s gender, and I’m convinced I gave you an X-chromosome,” he declared. “It’s a girl.”
“Well, I think it’s a boy,” she refuted. “A boy with spiky hair and a dimpled chin, just like you looked in your baby pictures.”
“Hey, you promised never to mention that,” he reminded her as he smoothly divested her of her clothing. “And while we’re at it, I want to have a look at your baby pictures; I’d like to have an idea of what my daughter will look like in a few months.”
“Our son,” she corrected.
He raised a challenging brow. “Wanna bet on it?”
“Whoever loses has to change all the diapers for the first month,” she replied smartly.
He grinned widely and settled her on top of him. “Oh, it’s on.”
***
Chapter 4…