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You nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.” You didn’t want it anyway, a chance for new memories. “I don’t even know what to expect, what I’m supposed to ask for, anything.” 

She gently tapped your wrist. “I’ll explain everything and won’t leave any stone unturned.” She promised you. “We’ll get you through this, and before you know it, you’ll be on the other side of all this crap.” She smiled softly. “I promise.” 

You let out a breath. “Thank you. It’s...scary.” You shook your head. “I never in a million years would have thought this is how things would have turned out.” You told her. “We’ve been together since high school.”

She smiled sadly. “I’m sorry it happened.” Laurel couldn't begin to guess how you were feeling. 

You nodded and began looking at the papers. You were feeling overwhelmed, and his words were starting to go over and over in your mind. He was right, you couldn’t do this without him.

Laurel bit her lip. “Do you want me to come back later?” She offered. 

"No, I'm just thinking he's right." You sighed. “I can’t do any of this on my own.” You swallowed. "I couldn't keep up with HIM working, how am I supposed to clean, cook, run errands, and work?"

She gave you a soft look. “You’ll be able to afford things to help you with that soon.” She promised. “You’ll get there. Millions of men and women are single parents.” She reminded you. “You’re strong, even if he made you believe otherwise. He’s an abusive, and cheating, dick.” 

You sniffled. “I want to try, but I don’t want to fail.” You wiped your cheeks. “I can’t. They depend on me.”

“You have us, okay?” She assured. “We’re your backup.” Laurel said gently. “Day or night, you can call us...once we get you that phone, that is.”

“M’not charity.” You weakly fought. 

She shook her head. “That’s not what I see it as. It’s called friendship.” She looked at you. “We love you and your kids.” Which was true. She adored both Clay and Maggie. 

“Thank you.” You covered your face and took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s sign some of these.” You licked your lips and picked up a pen, your hand shaking slightly.

“Take your time.” She assured. “I don’t have to get back anytime soon.” She had let the others know that she might not be back that afternoon. There was no telling how you’d be holding up.

“Okay.” You whispered and got started. You focused on the words on the pages, hoping that Maggie stayed asleep for now. 

Laurel refilled your drink now and again, giving you space, but was available if you had questions. You really didn’t have a lot, just moving your way through easily. “Hopefully this won’t take long, and he doesn’t drag this out.” She told you.

“What will happen if he does?” You asked. “Will it be court date after court date?” You looked at her. “I can see him filing for custody out of sheer spite.”

She shook her head. “He can file, but with this cheating proof, it honestly makes things easier.” She told you. “It goes against him. Big time.” She assured. “The judge will side with you.” Her tone was confident, which helped. You nodded and continued to sign. Your hand felt like it would fall off by the time you were done. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as you slid them back to her. She went around and gave you a hug. “You’re so strong.” She told you. "I'll get all this filed this afternoon, unless you'd like me to stay for a bit?" 

You thought for a moment. “I don’t want to keep you, but come by for dinner?” You asked. "I'm gonna try to get to the store and grab a few things." You and the kids had eaten leftovers from dinner the night before for breakfast. 

"You haven't looked in the fridge or cabinets, have you?" Laurel asked. 

You shook your head. “I can’t buy things yet.” You told her. "I have maybe $10 to my name. It'll be ramen for the kids, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches."

She shook her head. "Come on." She motioned for you to follow her into your kitchen. Once there, she opened the fridge. "You honestly think Tommy would let you or the kids starve? He thinks of you like a sister."

You sagged. “He shouldn’t have.” You pouted. “But I’m honestly grateful I can feed the kids now.” You made a note to find some way to repay him for everything that he had done for you. You’ll make a list if you had to of debt to be repaid. It would take awhile, but it would be better than nothing at all. “Tell him thank you, and I’ll text him a thanks later, too.”  You sighed, feeling grateful for the friends in your life. Not everyone was that lucky.

She smiled and rubbed your arm. “I’ll bring him by for dinner. Though if Oliver is in hearing range, he’ll want to join, too.” She chuckled. “He’s taken a liking to you.” She said easily. “And I have never seen him with kids before, and he’s all about yours.”

You blushed automatically. “I’m wary of him.” You admitted. “I mean, I trust him because you and Tommy do. To an extent.” You shrugged. “I don’t know how to feel about him being in such a rush to help me.” 

She nodded. “Ever since he’s been back that’s what he’s all about.” She shrugged. “That island changed him.” 

“I can believe that.” You nodded. “It makes sense he’s a different guy now.” You played with the pen on the table. “I’d be worried if he stayed the same.” 

“True.” She noted. “But he means well, okay? He’s just excessive.” She said it as if it were no big deal. 

You nodded. “I noticed, when he tried to furnish the apartment.”

She giggled at that. “Yeah, exactly.” She gathered the papers. “And I heard you put your foot down. I’ve never seen him look so damn confused.” She smirked. “Bravo.”

You shrugged. “I’m stubborn.” You said easily. “And I don’t want to owe people more than I already do.”

“He’ll have to get used to that, then.” She chuckled. “And I love it.” She laughed as she put her things in her bag. “He needs to learn to just be there for people and not buy things for people.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. “I agree.” You sighed. “I’ll see you and Tommy tonight for dinner.” You told her as you heard Maggie running down the hall.

“Laurel!” She cheered. “You look pretty!” She smiled up at her.

“Thank you, sweetie.” She smiled and hugged her to her leg. “Good nap?” She asked gently. 

Maggie nodded. “Yup! Mommy, I’m hungry.” She looked at you.

“Mac and cheese?” You offered now that you had. When her face lit up, you chuckled. “Alright, I’ll get some Paw Patrol on, and then I’ll make you some.” 

“Thank you!” She clapped happily, making Laurel beam. She ran to the living room, sitting down. 

“I’m glad I grabbed my laptop.” You told Laurel.

She nodded. “The WiFi password is on the fridge.” She told you. “No computer, but they made sure you have internet.”

You sighed. “That’s amazing.” You shook your head. 

Laurel called Tommy on the way back to the office to get him caught up with what was going on with you.

“I swear if that asshole fights it.” Tommy sighed. “I can see him fighting it, just to put her through hell.” He groaned. 

“It shouldn’t hold up.” She told him. “But we know how much he’ll work to embarrass her.” She said sadly. “And he’s clearly not afraid to say things around the kids.” Which was even worse. “But the judge should instantly side with her.” 

“That’s good to hear.” He just wanted you to be able to move on. 

“He cut her phone off, so look around for deals when you can?” She asked. “She says she doesn’t want to until she has a paycheck, but I’m not comfortable her not having one.” Laurel told him. “Maybe even a burner for now.” 

He hummed. “Yeah, I can get that arranged.” He agreed. “I’ll try to stop by after work.” 

“She invited us to dinner, by the way. She didn’t even know she had food in the house. She has $10 to her name and planned on feeding the kids ramen and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Sounds like she planned to not eat.” 

“How didn’t she go in the fridge for her leftovers?” 

“Well, it was fries, and some pizza. Maybe she just spaced and left them on the counter?” It wasn’t like you were focused on that. 

“Probably.” Tommy sighed. “At least we got them out of the house. Now it’s helping her realize she can do this on her own.” 

“She was saying he was right before signing the papers.” She said softly. “That she can’t do this alone. Said that she couldn’t keep the house clean when he was working. Now she will be working, running errands, cleaning, and taking care of the kids. He really messed her up, Tommy.” She said sadly. 

“It’ll really take some work to help her heal.” He sighed. “It’s not gonna be easy on her.” 

“I told her she can contact us, day or night, once she has a phone.” Laurel said, sitting in traffic. “I offered to stay, but she didn’t wanna take up my time.” 

“She starts work soon so she should feel better about providing for the kids and stuff.” He noted. "Her first night at the club is tomorrow night. You watching the kids for her?"

“Yep!” She said happily. “Got things planned and snacks.” She told him. "Don't tell Oliver." She laughed.

“I’ll do my best.” He chuckled. "He'd be all over helping."

“Weirdo.” Laurel giggled. "I honestly didn't expect him to be so into wanting to be near the kids."

“Me, either. Kinda strange.” He noted. He agreed with a sigh. "I hope this isn't some weird challenge for him." 

“Ugh that’d be the worst.” She made a noise. “He’s changed, sure, but I’m sure he has some habits that haven't changed.”

“Sucks, but yeah.” Tommy agreed. “We’ll do what we can to make sure he doesn’t pull anything.” He said easily. “I don’t see him showing up without one of us.”

“Yeah, thankfully me either.” She told him. “Most events we can help prevent.” Laurel noted as she pulled into her parking space. “I never asked, but how did you become friends with her? Did you know her before Mark?”

“Sort of. I think we became friends right when she got out of high school. So she was with him but they weren’t married or anything yet.” He explained. “Didn’t like him then, either. I still went to their wedding, only because she really wanted me to.” 

“Has he been an ass since the beginning?” She asked. “She said he used to be different.” 

Tommy thought over how to answer. “Kinda? I mean, nothing like this. He wasn’t that bad when they got married. I think he was only an ass to me because I was close with her.” 

“Probably. He seems like that type.” She sighed. “Well I’m getting back to the office…” She sat there for a minute. “I’ll see you at her place for dinner.” 

“Sounds good.” He smiled. “I’ll look for a phone.” Hell, he'd call it a birthday present of he had to- even though your birthday was in six months. You needed it no matter what! 

Oliver tried to call you a few times to check in with you throughout the day, but had no luck. Finally, he called Tommy. “Did I piss her off already?” He asked. 

"What? Who?" Tommy furrowed how brows. "That could be anyone."

“Y/N.” Oliver said impatiently. “I called her all day and nothing.” 

He sighed. "Mark cut her phone off. I'll be grabbing her one after work." He explained. "Laurel told me when she left Y/N's." 

Oliver groaned. “That ass.” He sighed. “I’m not busy, I’ll go get her one now.” He said easily. “And hope she doesn’t throw it at my head.” He muttered. 

“I planned to just get her a prepaid one, and pay for the first month. That way, she can pay after that, and won’t feel as bad.” Tommy told him. 

“I’ll tell her I’ll take it out of her first check.” Oliver bargained. He was making his way towards his car. “Think that’ll work for her?” After all, Tommy knew you a lot better than he did.

“Mm…” He thought. “Yeah, actually I think it would.” He agreed. “I’ll be heading over later, so if you just want me to bring it to her, I can.” 

“Oh, I can stop by. I’m free.” He shrugged. “What time should I show up?” 

Tommy rolled his eyes. “We’re going for dinner, I don’t think she’s making enough for four adults and two kids.” 

“I’ll stop by and bring dessert then.” He insisted. “See you tonight.” He hung up and instantly went to find you the best phone. 

You were laughing at Clay making faces after dinner when you heard a knock at the door. Laurel and Tommy were still there, so that only left Oliver. You stood and went to open the door with a raised eyebrow. “Hello.” You were surprised to see Oliver. "I wasn't expecting you."

“Surprise.” He beamed and held up a neatly wrapped box that fit in his hand. “And delivery.” 

"I don't want more gifts!" You told him, half whining.

“You already bought this. It just came early.” He shrugged. 

You furrowed your brows. "What?" You asked. "That doesn't make any sense." 

Maggie came running in. "Hi, Oliver!" She smiled 

“Hey, kiddo.” He crouched instantly to give her a hug. “I was just bringing your mom her new phone.” He told her. "This way she can call Tommy and Laurel whenever she needs them. Or me."

“You’re nice!” She giggled. 

“I also brought cookies.” He handed her a bag from a nearby bakery. “Wanna go bring them to the others?” He asked, feeling you glaring at him.

She nodded. “Clay look!” She ran off. 

You crossed your arms as Oliver stood. “A phone?” You were so angry you were near tears. “I tell you not to furnish my apartment, so you buy me a phone?! And I know you didn’t buy a basic one, either.” You shook your head. 

“I found you the best deal I could. It’s coming out of your first paycheck.” He explained, waiting for you to slap him. "This way you have it for emergencies." He sighed. 

“I didn’t ask you to!” You threw your hands up. “I’m not even sure I want you around anymore. This is weird!” You said honestly. "I just met you!" 

Oliver sighed deeply. “I’m just trying to help.” He told you. 

Tommy came in, hearing you, and put his hand on your lower back. "I was going to do the same thing." He told you. “Just Oliver had the better idea to take it out of your check so you paid for it technically.” 

You weren't sure what the hell you felt, so you rushed off to your room to breath.  

Oliver sagged just slightly. “I better go. Before she thinks I’m some creep and tells Laurel to file a restraining order against me.” He told his friend. 

"It's been a long day. She signed all those paper, and still thinks he's right." Tommy told him. "I think she just feels overwhelmed." 

Oliver nodded. “Bad timing on my part.” He stepped back. “Tell the kids bye for me.” He mock saluted him before rushing off. That was not the reaction he'd been expecting. 

Laurel looked up when Tommy came in, phone box in hand. "Where's Oliver?" She asked. 

“Y/N went off to breathe for a second and he left.” He told her. "I'll explain more later." He told her, not wanting to say anything around the kids.

She nodded and ruffled Clay’s hair. “Ready for your cookie?” She smiled. 

“Please!” He grinned. “They look so good!” 

“I’ll have to take you to the bakery.” Tommy smiled. “They have the best desserts.”

“Like cake?” Maggie asked. “I like cake.” Her face lit up. “My birthday is next month, and we always get cake.” 

“What’s your favorite?” Laurel asked. “I like strawberry.” She smiled.

Maggie shrugged. “I like sprinkles.” She told her.

“Woo!” Tommy held up his hand. “Me, too.” He high fived her, making her giggle before she bit her cookie. 

You leaned against the door, trying to work through your breathing. What the hell just happened? You just went from a marriage where you had limited funds, to having a guy you barely knew trying to buy you everything. You didn’t know what to do. Licking your lips, you knew you had to get over it. You would be working for him!

Once you calmed down, you were glad you stood your ground as best that you could have. Letting out a breath, you made your way out of your room to where the others were. “Sorry.” You told them.

“No worries.” Tommy nodded. He handed you the box. “So you can program us in. And you can give us your number, especially since Laurel is watching the kids tomorrow.” 

You sighed and nodded. “Let’s see what I paid for.” You sat down, opening the box. “How much does he think I’m going to make?” You muttered, looking at it. 

“A lot.” Tommy said. “But he’s not going to pay you if you don’t step up to the plate. That’s how he is with me.” He shrugged. “There was one week I kinda screwed around. I didn’t get paid.” 

“Isn’t that illegal?” You stared at him. 

“He put it in the bank for another week when I got my crap together.” He explained. “Looks out for his employees. Friends or not.” He had to give Oliver that. 

“He’s pushy.” You sighed, but were a bit excited about your new phone. You turned it on, wanting to get it set up. Clay and Maggie squished by your side to see. You chuckled at them, shaking your head. “It’s just a phone, guys.”

“A cool one!” Clay told you. “That’s so much better than your old one. Can I have your old one?” 

“It won’t have any use for it.” You told him sadly. “I mean, at home you could play games, I guess? If I connect it to wifi.”

“I’ll take it.” He nodded. “Games sounds fun.” He shrugged. 

You nodded. “Let me reset it first, though.” You told him. You didn’t want him stumbling on those texts between you and Tommy. You’d e-mail them to yourself, and Laurel, before resetting it.

He nodded. “Okay.” He agreed, going back to his cookie. “Dude, thank Oliver for this.” He mumbled to himself.

Laurel chuckled at that. “We will.” She assured him. 

Oliver returned later, as Arrow, to make sure things were okay around your apartment. He checked every place he could find to check. Once he was sure things were okay, he went on his way. He was worried you really didn’t like him and didn’t know how to fix it. It was a very odd feeling for him. He was about five minutes away when he felt his phone. Pulling it out it was a text from you. 

I’m sorry for how I acted. Thank you for the phone.

He sighed in relief that you were even talking to him. He hid off to the side before replying. It's okay. No worries. He assured you, slipping his phone away. He hoped he could get you to like him but he knew it was too soon. He just wanted to make sure you and the kids were taken care of. He also couldn’t help but be excited for you to work with him. Hopefully that gave you a chance to get to know him better. Without him trying to buy you things.

He sighed and eventually found himself back at his place and stayed deep in thought. He wanted to learn more about you, so he headed to the internet. He quickly typed out your name to search. Oliver knew he wouldn't find anything like articles, but he did find your social media accounts. He scrolled as much as he could, which didn’t end up being much. The posts he did find were mostly about the kids, and not more than a couple including Mark. Even when the pictures were captioned 'family days', it was just the three of you. Shaking his head, he looked up Mark. 

He scrunched his face instantly. “Gross.” He mumbled. His jaw clenched as he noted how little, if at all, Mark posted about you or the kids. It seemed he was looking at a bachelor’s page. He hated the man and more.

“Maybe I should pay him a visit.” He mumbled. He reached the end, and finally saw a picture of the pair of you. Clearly before kids, and you looked more relaxed. He smiled and eyed your features. He hoped that in time you'd get back to looking less stressed out. He stood and fixed his hood. “Let’s pop in on Mark.” He said easily.

When he found himself at your old house he eyed the man through the windows. There were no signs that his marriage had fallen apart, or that the kids were gone. He clenched his jaw and shook his head. Mark didn't deserve the years you'd given him.

He stalked around Mark’s car before scraping it with an arrow. When he was done, he stabbed it into the back tire. He wiped his hands and looked around for anything else to mess with. What he really wanted to do was punch Mark's face in. He kicked at the grass, making a mess. 

The next morning, it was Clay's first day getting ready for school in the apartment. “We’re a bit closer to school so you have a bit more time.” You told him as you made breakfast. "If we get a good routine down, that'll help."

“Okay.” He told you, doing his best. He was always slightly cranky in the morning but the smell of whatever you were making helped. "So, Laurel's baby sitting tonight?" He asked.

“Yeah, that’s still okay right?” You asked him. "She says she has plans for you guys."

“Yeah, she’s cool.” He shrugged. 

Maggie was super excited to have Laurel as a babysitter and rambled on as much. She wasn't used to other people watching them, so it was new. “Do you think she paint our nails?” She asked you. "I want them pink!" 

You smiled at that. "I'll need to go back to the house at some point to get more stuff. Maybe I'll go today and grab that for you." You would ask Tommy to watch her long enough for you to do that. 

“Okay.” Maggie focused on her waffle for a minute. She was still getting used to not living at the house. She somewhat missed it. "Can I go, too?"

You chewed on your lip as you thought about it. “Let me see if Tommy can go with us, okay?”

“Okay!” She smiled, thinking that was even better. “I like Tommy.” She said, her little feet kicking. 

“Tommy likes you.” You smiled at her. “A lot.”

She looked happy at that and kicked more. “I should draw him a picture!” She beamed. “After Clay goes to school?” She asked, hopeful.

You nodded. “We’ll plan for that.” You agreed. 

Tommy was on his way to work when you called. Hitting the button on his steering wheel, he answered. “Hello?”

“Hi, Tommy. Sorry if you’re busy.” You greeted. “Had a small favor to ask?” You told him. 

“What’s up?” He asked, sitting at a red light. 

He heard you sigh. “I need to go pick some things up at the house. Maggie wants to go, too. I was wondering if you’d be up to going with us? It won’t be long, I promise.” You hated having to ask.

He smiled softly to himself. “Of course, Y/N. I’d feel way better if I went with you anyway.” He agreed easily. “When did you want to go?” He would make his way there now if that’s what you wanted. 

“Uh, maybe over your lunch? I’ll make you something?” You offered, not wanting him to not each lunch.

“You don’t have to do that.” He assured. “But if it makes you feel better I won’t turn down your cooking.” He chuckled. “I’ll pick you up about noon? You and the little miss?” 

You hummed. “Yeah, alright that works. Thank you so much.” You told him. “I’ll let Meggie know.” 

Maggie waited by the window, watching for Tommy’s car. She was so close to marking up the glass with her forehead. “Oh, Tommyyyyyy.” She sang to herself. “Where are youuuuuu?” She clutched the picture she drew for him. 

You winced at her high pitched scream when she saw him. “You just saw him yesterday, Mags.” You reminded her lightly.

“That was so long ago!” She bounced. Hearing him knock at the door minutes later, she ran to it. 

Tommy chuckled when he felt her run into his legs once the door was open. “Wish all the ladies in my life were this excited to see me.” He joked to you. He bent down, lifting Maggie up. “What’s this?” He asked when Maggie handed him a picture.

“A drawing!” Maggie beamed. “For you.” She poked his cheek. “I missed you.” She giggled.

Tommy grinned. “I missed you too, princess. I love the picture. Can I take it to work?” He asked, earning an excited nod. “They’ll all be jealous.”

She giggled and snuggled to him. “Yay!” 

You chuckled. “Let him breathe, Maggie.” You held up a bag. “Lunch.” You smiled. “Sandwich, chips, and juice.” You blushed. “Basically...the same thing I packed Clay.” You realized.

Tommy laughed at that. “Hey, I’m a big kid anyway. Thank you.” He took it. “I’ll eat it at the house.” 

You nodded and grabbed your stuff and keys before following him out. You were nervous, and hoped that Mark either wasn’t there, or wouldn’t cause issues.

Tommy felt your nerves and gently rubbed your back before putting Maggie in. You were taking your car so that you didn’t have to move her seat. Tommy offered to drive and it gave you a chance to calm down slightly. You smiled softly as Maggie talked to Tommy about everything she could. 

When you saw Mark’s car in the driveway, you groaned. “Great.” You muttered. When you pulled in, you saw the damage to his car and your eyebrows went up. “Wow.”

Tommy also frowned. “Wow is right.” He whistled. “Someone else has an issue with him, too…” His eyes followed the damage. “And I think I know who, but not why.” He pointed to the arrow sticking out.

You gasped. “Arrow?” You shook your head. “There’s no way he knows Mark.” You told him. "Must be a copy cat."

Tommy bit his cheek and nodded, getting Maggie out. . "Come on, kiddo." He handed her his lunch to carry. "Let's get you some more toys."

“Toys!” She cheered and hugged him. 

You looked up, seeing an angry Mark standing there. “Back so soon?” He growled. “You ain’t welcome here.” He glared. “Thanks to your friend Arrow, I had to call out of work.” He snapped. 

You were closing your mailbox a couple days later when Dean walked into the lobby. “Hey you.” You smiled. “How was work?” 

“Well, one of our guys quit. So we’re gonna be short until we can hire someone new.” He sighed, clearly already tired at the thought. “And my parents wanted to know if you’d like to come to Thanksgiving. If you aren’t going to your parents or your brothers.” There was a shyness in how he asked. It was adorable. 

“You want me to go to Thanksgiving at your parents? Isn’t that a big deal?” Your cheeks felt warm at the implication. 

“I do.” Dean nodded. “You’re important to me, and I’d like you to come.” 

After a moment of thinking it over, you nodded. “My brothers are all flying out to England for Mike’s bachelor party that week and my parents are redoing their backyard. So I had just planned to hang out at home. I think spending time with you sounds way better. Can you let me know if I can bring anything?” Showing up empty handed would be rude! 

Dean’s face lit up when you agreed. “I’ll ask my mom, but she’ll probably say just yourself.” He chuckled. “I’ll sleep on the couch in the basement so you can have my room.” He offered easily. “I usually head up a couple days before and head home a couple days after. Does that work for you?” 

“I’m sure I can make it work. I’ll dig out my laptop since I can work remotely.” Your brother had bought it for you the previous Christmas for when you visited them.

“I can’t wait.” 

“Hello, Dean.” Mary smiled as she answered the phone. 

“Hey, ma. Did dad tell you he suggested I bring my friend to Thanksgiving?” 

Mary chuckled. “Actually, he told me ‘some pretty thing’ caught your eye and he hoped to meet her for Thanksgiving.” She really hoped that you made her son happy. Sam she knew was set. Jess was wonderful and Mary knew they’d last. It was Dean that she was worried about. He didn’t seem to have that settling gene, but maybe you could change that. “Just let me know if she has any allergies and what her favorite Thanksgiving food is.” 

Dean was thankful that both his parents seemed so supportive. “As far as I know she doesn’t have any allergies, but I’ll ask her about her favorite dish. She also wanted me to ask what she can bring. I told her you’d probably just say herself, but I’m asking.”

“You’re not wrong.” She agreed. “How about you just tell her whatever she feels like making will be great. I have a feeling she feels the need to bring something. I mean, she’s meeting your parents. That’s usually a big deal.” 

“She said the same thing. I told her that she’s important to me and that I’d like her to come. She’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before.” There was a softness to his voice as he told her all about you. 

Mary just let him ramble, enjoying how happy her son sounded. “Well, I look forward to meeting her even more now!” Clearly Dean was smitten. 

“I can’t wait for you to meet her, either, mom.” 

You opted to make a pie for Thanksgiving, specifically for Dean. He picked you up in the morning and you were very obviously nervous. There was no missing it. “Hey, it’ll be okay. They’re looking forward to meeting you. I told my mom all about you.” Dean assured you after you’d been on the road for a bit. 

“That’s scarier, De.” You admitted. “Because you’ve probably hyped me up and I can’t live up to whatever you’ve told them.” 

His face lit up at that nickname. “I’ve only told them the truth, I promise.” He wanted to reach over and give your hand a small squeeze but held himself back. “I told them how we met, how easy it is to talk to you, how much I enjoy our movie nights, and that you make a killer cherry pie.” He hoped that you knowing what he’d said helped your nerves. “My mom even understands you’re probably nervous because you’re meeting my parents. She gets it.” 

That did help a bit. “She sounds really nice. But I would expect that. You and Sam are really nice.” Of course some awful parents produced the sweetest kids, but you highly doubted that was the case here. 

“And you’ve been opening up to me more, and that was scary for you. If you can do that you can meet my parents.” He encouraged. “But I’ll make you a promise now: if you get really uncomfortable we’ll leave. Whether you just need some fresh air or you need to get home…I’ll make it happen.” 

You glanced at him, a warm feeling spreading over you. He would never understand how much that meant to you.

The food arrived quickly and the three of you dug in. After eating, what you were sure was the best burger you had ever tasted, you and the boys decided to stay and have a drink. This way it would give you all a chance to rest and maybe hustle some pool, before finding somewhere to rest for the night.

After you were halfway done your second drink, your eyebrows went up when you saw the man from earlier at the bar. He was with a couple other guys, laughing and drinking his beer.

It was so strange to see him, but you had to admit, you were excited about it. Not that it would matter, he probably wouldn’t even remember you.

Your eyes kept glancing over to him, you knew you were being obvious but you couldn’t help it. Every time you heard his voice, you automatically looked over.

“Something wrong?” Dean asked, your suspicious behaviour putting him on edge. “You spotted something here?”

You shook your head. “No, not exactly. Just someone familiar.” You appeased him. “Nothing big or bad.”

“Damn Y/N, if you acted any shiftier, they would call the police.” Sam spoke. “If it is someone you wanna talk to, go talk to them. If you don’t, then we’ll leave.”

Raising an eyebrow, you smirked. “Fine, then.” You stuck your tongue out at him. If anything, you would have thought they’d be dragging you right back out.

You slid out of your seat, taking your drink with you. “Y/N…” Dean’s voice was low.

“Yes Dean?” You asked sweetly.

Dean looked at you and grumbled. “It wouldn’t happen to be the biker boy from earlier? The one who is over there with a bunch of friends?” Dean stared at you, awaiting your answer.

“Yes.” You answered, quick to jump to your own defense. “Look I just wanna talk to him. If he tries anything I don’t want, you know I will do him some serious harm. Just please don’t make a scene.”

You gave Dean your best puppy dog eyes, he sighed. “Fine. Go and have fun.”

You rushed to his side quickly, kissing his cheek. “Thanks Dean.” Walking towards the unnamed man, you hoped that he didn’t get completely weirded out by you showing up at the same bar as him. “I guess you were right.” You smiled once you were near him.

He looked up, a smile crossing his face. “I guess I was. Nice to see you again Darlin’.” He pulled away from his group of friends. “I’ll catch y’all later.”

“You didn’t have to do that ya know?” You smiled at him blushing slightly, following him as he directed you to an empty table.

He pulled out a chair for you and sat in the opposite seat, placing his beer on the table before him. “Now why wouldn’t I want to have a nice, private conversation with a gorgeous girl like yourself? Especially one with such a fondness for beautiful bikes.”

You sipped your drink and licked your lips. “Well, more like a fondness for pictures.” You chuckled. “I’m Y/N.”

“Daryl.” He told you. “So, not a bike fan?”

“Never said that.” You teased. “I just stopped to get a picture of your bike.”

Daryl smirked. “Well at least you have a creative eye. I appreciate beauty, I don’t create it.”

You blushed, ducking your head down. “Well I wouldn’t say I create it, just capture it.”

“There is no way anything you take, make or otherwise do wouldn’t be beautiful.” Daryl smiled, reaching forward to lift your chin up. You gazed into his eyes, grateful for his kind words.

“Well.” You said, laughing off his words. “Things got way too deep for a first conversation there.”

Daryl laughed, removing his hand from yours skin. “True. So what about this weather?” The two of you laughed, drifting easily into light, flirty conversation.

Hearing you laughing, Dean glanced over at you and shook his head. “At least she’s not like you.” Sam laughed, catching Dean’s attention again.

“True.” Dean chuckled. 

When everyone was outside, everyone looked at Tommy. “You said you’d do the car seat.” Oliver smirked.

You giggled. “He’s a pro.” You teased along with him, watching Tommy go to get it. “Maybe he just wants practice.” You added.

Oliver snorted. “Hear that?” He nudged Laurel. She blushed a deep red, not saying anything in reply.

You grinned and watched Tommy fumble to fit the car seat. “This is just cruel.” He muttered to himself, his annoyance getting the better of him.

“Hey, you’re doing better than me.” Oliver chuckled. 

“I can help.” Clay offered. 

Tommy looked over at your son. “YOU can do this?!” 

He shrugged. “Yeah.” He said as if it was nothing. “You just click that.” He pointed to a portion. “It’s not hard.” You were trying so hard not to lose it at the interaction between the two.

Tommy huffed. “Fine. Show me.” He was offended clearly. “I’m being shown up by a kid half my height.” He watched as Clay did it as if it was nothing.

“Doubt that’s the first time that’s happened.” Oliver told him, making you laugh loudly. “Or the last!” Laurel couldn’t help but smile, enjoying your laugh as you bent over in giggles. It was good to see you so happy.

“You’re funny. I’ve never seen him look so offended.” You looked up at Oliver. “Poor Tommy!” You laughed.

Oliver smirked to himself and ducked as Tommy went to smack the back of his head as he passed. “Let’s just go eat.” Tommy sighed, shaking his head.

You giggled and nodded, getting Maggie in her place as Clay sat next to her. “Mommy, I have to pee.” Maggie told you as you had just finished buckling her in.

“Maggie.” You said softly with a small sigh before unbuckling her. “We don’t have reservations or anything, right?” You asked Oliver. 

He shook his head. “Nope. None.” He hoped that helped you relax a bit.

“Okay.” You let out a breath. “We’ll be right back.” You lifted your three year old and made your way back inside. 

Once you were out of ear shot, Tommy looked at Oliver. “You better not hurt her.” He told his best friend, knowing how he didn’t really do relationships.

Oliver took it in stride. “I’m just being friendly, Tommy.” .” He told him simply. “That’s all. Can’t I try to be her friend, too?”

“Friends? We’re your only friends.” Tommy scoffed.  pointed out. “You keep your circle close.”

“Well she’s part of your circle, so she can be part of mine.” He shrugged. “I’m not sure why you seem against that.”

“I am, too.” Laurel nodded. “You hurt strong women enough. So, this shouldn’t even be a thought process for you.” She backed up Tommy, none of them thinking that Clay was right there. “It’s one thing supporting her in getting on her feet, it’s another to to do more than that.”

“Guys. I’m just helping.” Oliver said calmly, but it was clear he wanted to get defensive. “It’s nice to know what you think of me, though.”

“That’s what friends are for.” Tommy gave him a look. 

You came back out, and looked between the three of them. “Everything okay?” You asked. 

Clay spoke up. “They told him not to hurt you.”

You widened your eyes. “Why would you hurt me?” You looked at Oliver, pulling Maggie closer. You doubted that Tommy would willingly let someone close to you and the kids that would harm you.

“I wouldn’t. They’re just very protective of you.” Oliver said easily. “And I don’t have the best track record with being nice with them.” He sighed. “That’s all.”

You glanced at Tommy and Laurel, watching them nod softly. You chewed on your lip, unsure of how to reply. “I don’t know how much you know about my situation, but just because I stayed with my husband for so long, doesn’t mean I’m weak or I can’t stand up for myself.” You looked at Oliver. “I’ll tell you that now.”

“I never doubted that.” He said seriously. “You have to be strong.” He shrugged. “I don’t just hire anybody, either. So I never want you to think I’m a hand out kind of guy.” He told you honestly, and you believed him.

You let out a breath and nodded. “Okay.” You looked around. “Let’s go, then?”  You suggested.

He grinned. “Let’s.” 

One thing you had not thought of when accepting this dinner invitation was people staring. You held your head as high as you could, but it was a lot from the start. Who knew what these people would post?!

Laurel stood nearest you in an effort to help with your worry. “They’ll stop soon.” She said softly. “It comes with the territory that is Oliver Queen.”

“Not sure if I like it.” You mumbled back. You had to do a double take at your 8 year old, who was making faces at people he caught staring. “Clay!” You laughed, trying to get him to stop.

“What?” He shrugged. “They’re the rude ones.” He told you simply. 

“Exactly.” Oliver nodded. “Thankfully we have a spot a little less crowded.” He told you, making you look over at him. “And that we're a group. It's worse in fancier places, and on dates.”

You nodded. “Makes sense.” You rubbed your hands together anxiously. For some reason, the thought bothered you.

“You okay?” Clay gently tapped your arm. “You look like you don't feel good, mom.”

“I’m just...not used to this.” You told him honestly. “I’ll be fine.” You wanted them to have a good time. “How's your food?”

“Great.” He said honestly. “Really tastes like...not fast food?” He couldn’t think of a word. 

“Do you need some fresh air?” Oliver asked worriedly. “There’s a patio right over there.” He motioned. “No one is out there right now.” 

You gave him a soft smile and shook your head. “No, thanks.” You assured him. 

He nodded and glanced around for a moment, before watching Maggie with a smile. “Are fries your favorite?” He asked. 

“I like curly fries the best. Mommy makes them at home.” She told him. “From actual potatoes!” 

“I’ve never had homemade curly fries.” He chuckled. “Should I?” 

She gasped. “NEVER?!” She looked extremely surprised. 

“Never.” He laughed. “I might have to change that.” He told her, tapping her nose gently.

“You have to!” She nodded. “Mommy will make you some!” She offered. “They’re the bestest.”

He chuckled. “I’ll have to ask nicely first, I’m sure.” He winked at you. 

You blushed. “That’s pressure.” You chuckled teasingly. “Thanks for hyping up my curly fries, Mags.” You smiled at her.

She grinned. “Bestest!” She assured. “Can we have some tomorrow?” 

That’s when it hit you. “I have no one to watch Maggie while I’m at work for you.” You told Oliver. “Or the kids on the weekends while I’m at the club.” You breathed.

“We’ll help.” Laurel told you. “Me and Tommy can switch depending which job is when. And I can help you look at programs.” She smiled, hopeful. “There are some great places around here, and many ask where you work. I think you’re a shoe in once they see you work for Oliver.”

You bit your lip. “Yeah, maybe.” You nodded, chastising yourself for not thinking about it sooner. How could you forget one of the biggest reasons that you hadn’t been working?!

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Oliver told you. “I’m sure of it.” He said kindly. “You won’t have to go back to Mark.”

You let out a shaky breath and nodded. “I worry...a lot.” You admitted. “Pretty sure I have anxiety.”

“Pretty sure, too.” Tommy nodded. “Mark didn’t help, so I think he amplified it.” He sighed. “Hopefully once things smooth out, it’ll lessen for you.”

You nodded. “Thank you. You’ve helped.” You smiled. “But, it’s not all his fault. I did suck pretty bad in the housekeeping department…”

“While you were parenting?” Oliver frowned. “That’s expected.” He said defensively. “Did he do any housekeeping?” 

“Of course not. He works full time.” You shrugged. 

“So do you. As a mom.” He shrugged back. “And he gets out of the house, which means a break.” 

“You’re just saying that...like Tommy.” You rubbed your hands. 

“I kept trying to tell you that you bust your ass.” He shrugged.

“Tommy would know. Because he does the exact opposite.” Oliver joked slightly. “But I can already see how you work well and I haven’t known you long.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Kids are healthy, happy, and think the world of you.”

You blushed further and glanced down. “Thanks, Oliver.” 

“Why didn't you yell at Uncle Tommy for saying ‘ass’?” Maggie asked you. 

Clay rolled his eyes. “Because he's an adult, stupid.”

“I'm not stupid! You're mean!”

“And here we go.” You sighed. “Guys ... stop .” 

“He started it!” Maggie pouted. 

“And I'm telling you both to knock it off. You, don't call your sister stupid. And yes, it was a mean thing to say, but we don't want a fight.” You told them. “We’re in a nice place, okay?” You really hoped this wouldn’t blow up like most nights.

“That’s why we don’t go to nice places.” Clay glared at Maggie. “Because you act like a baby!”

You huffed. “ Clay. ” You looked at him. “No more.” your eyes were pleading with him to stop. 

“It’s true.” He sighed, pushing it. 

“Clay Marcus.” You pointed at him. “One more word and no computer for the weekend.” Sure, that also punished you, but you weren't backing down. 

He rolled his eyes and picked at his plate. There was an awkward tension now hovering over your table. 

You glanced at Oliver apologetically and a big embarrassed. This was your normal, but you were hoping that they would have behaved. 

Tommy reached over to squeezed your arm and gave you an assuring look. Kids would be kids.

You gave him a small smile and focused on your food for a moment to take a deep breath. You hoped that the rest of the night went smoothly, and that bedtime wasn’t pure hell.

Oliver wondered what he could do to help you feel more comfortable, so he waited until the kids were done eating before ordering everyone a bowl of ice cream. 

Hearing a text, you pulled out your phone. “Mark is filing kidnapping charges.” You breathed.

“What?” Tommy asked. “He can’t do that. Right?” He looked at Laurel. 

“He can file.” Laurel blinked. “Doesn’t mean it’s right or will go through.” She told him. “She’s their mother, and they currently both have custody.” She added. “They’re married.” 

“Will someone come for them?” You asked her worriedly. “Or will I be arrested?” You’d never come close to that before.

“You will not get arrested.” Oliver spoke. 

Laurel shook her head. “Doubtful. I can start making a case for you.” She said quickly. “See if the other girls can help, too, at the office.” 

You were terrified of losing your kids. “Did he say anything else?” Tommy asked. 

“Just that he’ll drop them if we come home...and then never speak to you guys again.” You swallowed, hand gripping the table cloth in worry. You were trying so hard not to cry at that moment. 

“I don’t wanna go home with Dad, Mom…” Clay muttered.

You didn’t know the best option for the kids at the moment and looked around. Your chest got heavy, and your breathing picked up. “I think I need that fresh air now.”

“I’ll stay.” Tommy nodded. 

Oliver stood up and offered his arm to you. You let him lead you to the empty patio, thankful that for whatever reason, it wasn’t being used. You leaned on one of the rails and tried to calm your breathing. “I can’t lose them.” You said. “I just can’t. They’ve been my everything since I saw those two pink lines for Clay.”

“You won’t.” Oliver told you. “Laurel is great at what she does, and she’ll help. Mark is just being a dick.” His tone was firm, but not unkind. “And, I hate to say it, but you have all the texts you’ve sent Tommy about how Mark is.” 

You let your head hang and nodded. “I guess so. But he’s never...done anything. Nothing that would be illegal.” You told him. “He’s never hit us, he’s never abused us emotionally…”

“I’m pretty sure he’s done that to you.” Oliver said softly. “Just while we were there, he did.” He sighed. “He’s been verbally abusive.”

You frowned and shook your head, knowing you deserved most of it. “No, he’s being honest.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?” His tone went soft and sad. 

“Of course I do.” You looked at him. “I’m not the easiest person to deal with. Add kids and the house is always chaos.” You shrugged. “Laundry is never caught up, there's almost always dishes in the sink, I never get to mop, windows never get touched, I'm lucky to get to the yard work.” You sagged.

“Stop.” Oliver gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’re a full time mom. That’s a job in itself. A man should be happy to help with housework if it means you’re taking care of your kids.” He pointed out. “It sounds like his mother did everything for him, and he’s come to expect it from everyone else, too.”

You bit your lip. “But you don’t know him. He’s nice.” At least, at first. “I married him for a reason.” 

“People change.” Oliver looked away. “I know that better than anyone.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Some times for the better, sometimes for the worst. Think of what Clay said. About hearing you cry.”

You sighed. “I could suck it up for them if it meant them having their family always. I can’t let them get taken by some people who don’t even know.” You started to tear up. “I can’t win.”

“You’re going to. I’ll make sure of it. Tommy and Laurel will be on your side constantly. Laurel sees these cases all the time. For years she has.” He didn’t want you to give up when you finally had a chance to better your life, and the lives of the kids. “I’d offer my legal team, but honestly, Laurel’s better.”

You looked at him. “You’ve been helpful. Why? Why me? It can’t just be because I’m friends with them. Is it some charity thing?” Which would honestly bother you. You didn’t want to be some charity case. 

He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t...do that to people. I help bigger causes if I’m doing charity. This is me, as Oliver, helping someone who I hope to become friends with in the future.” He shrugged. “You know about the whole ‘castaway’ thing, right?” He looked at you, and you nodded. “Being gone changed me. It brought out a better side of me I didn’t know was there.” 

You searched his eyes. “You’re so believable to me.” You looked down. “I trust what you say.” You admitted. “I just have to make sure that’s a good decision.” You wrapped your arms around yourself.

“And I want to prove it to you.” He said easily. “And you need to prove to yourself, and him, that you’re worth more than what he’s said to you.” 

You sniffled and squeezed yourself, nodding. “I want to.” You told him. “I really do.” 

“I know you do. How long were you together?”

“Since close to high school.” You sighed. “A long time.”

He winced. “Long time.” He nodded in agreement. “It sounds like you never got to just be you, right?” 

“Sometimes I don’t know what ‘just me’ is.” You shrugged. “There is no ‘me’. There’s Clay and Maggie’s mom, there’s Mark’s wife, nothing more.”

“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I hope that changes.” He was holding back from putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Not a priority. But yeah.” You sighed. “They’re the most important people.”

“I understand.” He nodded. 

“Mommy?” You turned when you heard Maggie, and saw her there with Laurel. “I love you.”

You smiled and went over to her. “I love you, too.” You crouched. “What do you want, baby? I heard what your brother wants, but I want you to have a say, too.”

“You.” She rushed to hug you. “Wherever you go.” She held you tight. “And Clay, I guess.” She joked, making you chuckle.

You smiled and hugged her tight. “I just want you both happy and safe.” You told her as you lifted her.

“You make us happy.” She said with a grin. Pulling her arms from your neck, she put her small hands on your cheeks, kissing your nose.

It instantly made you tear up and smile. “Thank you. I needed that.” You told her, your heart overwhelmed. “Thank you, Maggie.”

“Welcome!” She giggled, happy as can be. 

Oliver stood by Laurel, simply watching. “I’m kinda wishing Arrow shot him.” She muttered to him. “But I know he chooses big rich guys.” She sighed. 

“Maybe this will make him rethink things.” He said seriously.

She nodded. “I’ve always hated him. And you know I don’t hate for no reason.” Laurel glanced at Oliver for a moment, then looked back towards you making Maggie giggle. “I met him once before today.”

“And I can’t even stand him without meeting him.” He sighed, waving at Maggie. “He doesn’t deserve them.” 

“And I’m going to make sure he knows it.” She huffed. “Clay said something that makes me think he’s cheating.”

“Shit, if you can prove that it’s a winning deal. Such a dick though.” He nearly growled. “What did he say?” 

She sighed. “That Mark has mentioned someone name Claire a lot recently, and he’s heard them on the phone when he gets up at night to go to the bathroom.” 

“That’s disgusting. And she’s never mentioned a sister named Claire or anything?” He asked, hating he was being the other side of the story, but wanted to make sure he got his facts right before he did something as Arrow. 

“She’s an only child, and we’re her friends.” She told him sadly. “I plan to do what I can at work tomorrow.”

He sighed and nodded. “I’m glad she has you guys.” He said honestly. 

After dinner, Maggie was yawning, letting you know she would not be getting a bath that night. She whined and reached for the nearest person to hold her as you all walked to the cars. That person happened to be Oliver.

He chuckled and lifted her. “It’s almost my bedtime too, kiddo.” He looked at you, hoping it was alright. You gave him a small nod, Clay’s hand in yours. He smiled happily and rubbed her back, Tommy looking at him in slight shock. 

“Have I ever seen you hold a kid?” He asked his friend. “Hell, have I seen you around one for more than a minute?”

“No to both.” Laurel said with a chuckle. “Hasn’t even looked at one recently until now.” She looked amused. “Cute look.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “You’re both hilarious.” He chuckled lightly. “Is she asleep?” He asked when her arms just started to dangle.

“Yep. You’re magic.” You giggled. “Sorry if she’s heavy. She gets like dead weight fast.” You told him. “She fell asleep on me on the couch once and I was forced to sleep there.”

He laughed. “Comfy.” He shook his head. “She’s fine.” He assured you. “It’s cute.” 

Clay peeked at him. “She drools. And snores.”

“That’s okay.” Oliver told him. “You did too at her age I’m sure.” He smirked when Clay looked offended. 

“You still drool. And you talk in your sleep.” You chuckled. “Just last night you mumbled about Minecraft.”

“I don’t!” He gasped. “No way!” He shook his head. 

Grinning, you nodded. “Yup. You started when you were about five.” You told him. “You kept giggling in your sleep and talking about coloring.”

He blinked at you. “But that’s annoying!” He whined. 

“I think it’s cute.” You shrugged. 

“Moms think everything is cute.” He crossed his arms. 

“When did my oldest hit his teen years?” You joked, glancing at Tommy.

“Like two weeks ago.” He grinned teasingly. “Clearly. Should we get him the teen essentials? Deodorant, shaving cream, all that stuff?”

You gasped. “Too fast, too fast!” You giggled. “I'll stick with just the attitude for now.” 

“Deal.” Tommy laughed. “I would, too. Teens scare me.” He nodded.

“Scary.” Oliver laughed, shaking his head. 

Laurel smirked at him. “Coming from the overgrown 16 year old?”

“Yeah! I’m not that scary.” He grinned. “Teen antics and all.” He sounded very amused. 

Tommy rolled his eyes. “Sure, man.” He chuckled. “You keep telling yourself that.”

“He seems very professional to me.” You smiled. 

Laurel chuckled. “Give it time. He’s still on his best behavior.”

“I’ll try to beat my record.” Oliver grinned. “Alright, now...how do I get her into her car seat?” He asked you, looking a bit scared.

You giggled and went to help him. “She’s just gonna flop in pretty easily.” You told him. “She sleeps like a rock, usually.” You told him. 

“Okay.” He nodded. “I, uh. Don’t want her to hit anything.” He said bashfully. 

Reaching out, you took her from him, saving him from his worry. “Don’t worry, I’ve whacked both the kids’ heads on a car before…” You admitted. 

He laughed. “That makes me feel better.” He watched as you moved easily with Maggie. “You’re great.” He complimented. 

“I’ve had practice.” You blushed as you stood once she was in. “See, didn’t even move.”

“I cannot sleep that soundly.” He shook his head. “I’m jealous.” 

You smirked. “Come over and watch them from the moment they wake up during the summer, until bedtime. You’ll crash. Hard.” You laughed, trying to push the looming kidnapping charges from your mind.

“Sounds like a challenge I’m up for.” He smirked back. “I’ll so do it. As long as I get a list of their likes, dislikes, allergies...things like that.”

You raised your eyebrows. “That’s thoughtful.” You hadn’t expected that to happen. You were just teasing him. 

“I’ll babysit him while he babysits the kids.” Tommy ‘whispered’ to you.

You laughed as Oliver shoved at him. “Laurel, do you plan to babysit Tommy while he babysits Oliver while babysitting the kids?” You joked.

“Heck, no.” She laughed. “Not for free.” She teased. “But I would do it just to see them become messes of themselves.” She watched the two play fight, laughing away.

“Same.” You agreed. “Tommy’s good but not alone.” You laughed. “The kids would quickly overpower him.” 

“And the kids know it.” Laurel grinned. “Don’t you, buddy?” She glanced at Clay.

Clay grinned. “I’d babysit both of them for five bucks.” 

Both you and Laurel lost it at that, nodding. “Deal.” You teased. 

He fist pumped the air and got comfortable in his seat. “Maybe we’ll have a sleepover.” He mused to himself.

“That’d be fun.” Laurel agreed. “Maybe the girls can have one, too.”

You smiled. “I’m glad I can think about doing that now.” You said honestly. “Even something as simple as being able to do what I want.” 

She nodded. “I can’t wait to help with that. Even if it’s just grocery shopping. You’ll be happier doing small things.” She noted as the adults finally made their way to their seats in the car.

You gave her arm a squeeze and laughed as both men were panting. “Need a break?” You asked. 

“How am I winded? I work out!” Oliver chuckled.

“Couldn’t ever beat me.” Tommy beamed, but was panting just as hard. “Let's get these kids home, though.”

Oliver nodded and rubbed your back at he passed to get in. It wasn't even a conscious thought, it just felt right.

You blushed and shook your head slightly before getting in as well. “Thank you guys for tonight.” You smiled. “I needed it. We needed it.”

“Told you.” Laurel smiled. “We'll do it again soon.”

Oliver really hoped so. “Just say whenever you'd like to.”

“I’d like to!” Clay said easily. “Maybe pizza!”

“I love pizza.” Oliver smiled. 

“How about we focus on getting you home for a bath, Clay?” You chuckled.

He scrunched his nose. “Fine.” He sighed. “I guess.”

You smiled and looked forward to resting that night in your new place. Thankful that Mark did not have your address. You’d worry about the rest tomorrow. 

Once you were home, you weren't expecting Oliver to get out of the car, so you looked at him. “Thank you for dinner. Good night.” You assumed you would get Maggie, tommy would get her Cara eat, and Laurel would hang out with Oliver for a few minutes.

He nodded. “I really enjoyed hanging out with you and your family.” He said as he went to get out, surprising you. “I can get Maggie.” He said quickly. “Tommy, can you get her seat?”

“Sure.” Tommy was just as surprised but went through the motions. “At least it's easier to get out.” he noted.

You nodded and felt your heart warm as Oliver easily picked up your daughter. You tried to push those feelings down, as well, wishing you could be numb to everything except your children.

Oliver smiled and followed you inside as Tommy replaced the car seat into your car. “I’m gonna go start my bath!” Clay rushed by you both. “Lots of bubbles!” He was excited. 

Oliver laughed. “I should be that excited about baths.” He said as he followed the both of you.

“You should. As an adult, we should enjoy them more.” You smiled and showed him where to lay her. “Help us to relax.”

He nodded as he set her down, pulling a blanket over her. “I used to always make sure I relaxed once in a while. Haven’t for some time now.” He sighed, standing straight. “Hasn’t been high on my to-do list.” He looked around. “When do you get their beds here?” He asked, glancing at you. All you’d done is set them up blankets and pillows at the moment.

“I’m...not positive.” You hummed. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You admitted shyly. 

He nodded. “That’s okay. Anything I can help with?”

You looked at him. “You’ve done so much already.”

“I don’t think so.” He said easily. “Even if you need a set of arms or something.” He shrugged. “Getting out the kids beds will require help, then what about your bed? Other furniture?”

You bit your lip, beginning to slightly panic. “I d-don’t know.” You shook your head. “I can sleep on the floor for now. Get a pull out couch from one of those rent places once I have money.”

He nodded. “I’ll help. Find deals and stuff.” He offered. “I’m not dumb enough to offer to buy it for you.”

“Sounds like that’s the next thing you’d be offering.” You raised your eyebrows. “Am I gonna go to my house, pack more stuff, and come back to a fully furnished apartment?” 

Tommy chuckled lightly, making you jump. “Oh yeah, he’ll say ‘no’, and you will.”

You blinked. “I don’t want that!” You said as loud as you dared. “I don’t want to owe you that much!”

“It’s not owing. It’s a friend helping a friend.” Oliver did this often and didn’t see the problem. It was nothing to him. “Ask Tommy.” 

“I hate to say it, but he’s right.” He sighed, shrugging as you looked at him like he was insane. “In all the years we’ve been friends, he’s never told me I owe him. For anything.” He explained. “And I’ve gotten into some sticky shit sometimes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “For all his faults, he’s a good guy.”

Oliver smiled sincerely. “I wouldn’t do anything out of harm in anyway. Not to my friends.” He assured you. “How about you consider it a housewarming gift?”

You huffed. “I’ll think about it, Oliver. You’re also my boss now.” You reminded him. “That’s going to affect what I think.”

He sighed. “It doesn’t affect Tommy.” It was becoming clear that your walls were up very high. “And I’m his boss.” 

“But, I thought Tommy owned the club or something? He’s never said that, but I just got that impression.” You said, confused.

“I consider us coworkers.” Tommy nodded. 

“Same.” Oliver nodded. “But technically…” Your attention was back on him. “I own the club.” 

“So...you’re my boss twice over?!” You frowned. “This is too much.” You shook your head, your breathing picking up. “Please stop doing anything else.” You looked at him. “I can’t take all these handouts. You do it for Tommy because you’ve known him for years. I haven’t even known you a week.” You said, feeling emotional. “I would never even ask my family for things like this if we were close.”

Oliver frowned as you got more upset. “I’m not doing it as handouts. You’re genuinely a nice person with nice kids who are deserving.” He told you. “You got dealt a crappy hand when it came to a husband, and you’re working on getting on your feet. I want to ease that.”

“Is this to ease some guilt in life that you have?” You asked suddenly. “In some way to feel better about something?”

“What makes you think that?” He frowned. 

You shrugged. “I just can’t understand why you’re so insistent.” Mark avoided giving you money, or buying you things. Why would a stranger want to?

“I’m just trying to be nice. I’m sorry that the only way I know how to do that is with money.” He shook his head. 

“Then why not just be nice by just being there? I only text Tommy, and I see him as nice.” You pointed out.

He raised his hands in surrender. “Clearly this has backfired. I’ll stop now.” 

That made you hug him. “Thank you!”

He sighed but his arms automatically wrapped around you. “You're welcome.” He rubbed your back. “I’ll see you for work then.” He nodded, pulling back. 

Tommy blinded, confused. He looked at you then waved, following his friend out. Before they were at the car, Tommy stopped him. “That was very weird. Especially for you.”

“I wasn’t ready for her to yell at me or anything.” Oliver sighed. “I get emotions are high, but still.” 

“Dude, she’s just coming out of a marriage where she relied on him for everything. I mean, from food, to clothes, to things for the house.”  He waved his hands around. “I don’t blame her for freaking out.” He sighed. “This is all overwhelming for her, and she went from one man controlling the money, to another wanting to buy her everything.”

“That’s all I know, Tommy. Literally all I know.” He looked at him almost sadly. “It’s all people have wanted from me aside from you and Laurel, and you two don’t tell at me for it.” 

Laurel walked over. “What happened?” She asked.

“Oliver tried to fix things with his wallet.” Tommy sighed. “And it did not end well.” He explained. “She yelled at him.” Her eyebrows went up. “And when he finally caved, agreeing not to furnish her apartment, she hugged him. I think she broke Oliver.”

Oliver just nodded in agreement, brow still furrowed. “I’m so confused.” He admitted her. 

“Why?” 

“Money is what I know!” He sighed. “I don’t know how to ‘just be there’.” He used air quotations. “Can I learn that somewhere?”

“Mm, probably not.” Laurel chuckled. “Honestly, that’s hard to learn at this point.” She shrugged. “How about you just take it day by day?” She suggested. While she agreed with Tommy about Oliver staying away, it was clear he wasn’t about to do that. “What is it about her that makes you want to try?”

“Would it be weird to say it was a pull to her? Kinda like...friends at first sight?” He shrugged. “That’s the only way I can think to explain it.”

“I don’t even know who this guy is anymore.” Tommy shook his head. 

Oliver furrowed his brows. “Why does that sound like you don’t like it? Would you prefer I stick with using my money to make people like me?”

“No, but it’s not like I’ve ever seen anything different.” He sighed. “It’s a lot to process.” 

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m gonna go for a walk. Take the car.” He told them.

“Oliver…” Laurel sighed. 

“I just want some quiet, okay?” He shrugged. “Just some time to think. Don’t worry, mom, I’ll text you when I’m home.” He said, half teasing her.

“Both of us.” Tommy pointed a finger at him. “Be careful and all that.” He gave his friend’s arm a pat.

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved before walking off. 

Once Clay was bathed, and asleep, you decided for a hot shower for yourself. Which resulted in you crying over the flurry of emotions within you. You felt your chest tighten as you leaned against the tiles, trying to breathe through your sobs. Your entire life, and that of your two kids, had changed so much in the past 24 hours. You still couldn’t believe you were here and it was too much for you to handle at once. You had felt so empowered to know you were leaving, but now you were questioning yourself.

Who did you think you were to do something so drastic? Something that affected the two most important people in your life?! You hiccuped as your crying increased. Sitting down, you hung your head. The water slammed onto you, but it was slightly comforting. 

First thing the next morning, Laurel was on the hunt for ‘Claire’, and didn’t have to look too far. She scrunched her nose momentarily and sighed. “Oh, Mark.” Licking her lips, she picked up the phone and dialed your number. “Hey, Y/N, I have some things that I’d like you to look over.” She started. “Can I come over in a little bit? Say about lunch time?”

“Sure.” You instantly said. “I don’t have much, but I can have lemonade for us.” You chuckled. “Everything okay?” You were worried. 

“I have some information that may help in your side of the divorce.” She explained.

“Oh.” You got surprised. “That’s great.” You blinked, not sure what you had expected. “Maggie will probably be napping, so we won’t have to worry about that.”

“Great. I’ll bring over the files.” She sounded proper. “Everything else okay?” She leaned back in her chair, wanting to make sure you were holding up.

“About the same. Just still wrapping my head around things.” You said softly. “Still processing, still trying to really believe I made the right choice.”

“I believe you have, but I know that doesn’t help until you believe it too.” She smiled. “We’ll just support you through this all.”

You sighed. “Thank you. And it does help.” You told her honestly. “I’d never have been able to do this without you guys.”

“We’re really happy for you and the kids. We wanted you all safe.” She nodded to herself. “And we’re thankful we were able to get you out of there without needing cops or anything.”

“Yeah, that’s true. At least, not yet.” You said worriedly. “He can’t call them or anything, right?” You slightly panicked.

“No, you’re safe since you filed for divorce.” She assured. 

“But I haven't filed! I just told him I would be. I haven't had the chance.” You breathed. 

She hummed. “I’ll bring the proper paperwork to lunch.” She said easily, sitting up. “I'll let you know when I'm on my way.”

“Okay.” You swallowed, nervous now. It was all becoming so much more real. When laurel hung up, you went to set up an area where the two of you could sit. You needed to keep yourself distracted. 

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Dean was all but buzzing Friday night when he showed up at your door. He had dinner in hand and his face lit up when you answered the door. “Hey.” He breathed. 

“Hi, come on in.” You stepped aside to let him in. “I have our drinks in our new cups and our blankets on the couch.” You remembered him mentioning whiskey, so you made him a Coke and whiskey.

“Oh, I smell that cherry pie.” He groaned as he made his way into your apartment. 

That made you chuckle. “I was hoping you liked cherry.” While you knew he loved pie, he had mentioned various flavors in passing. “I even made whipped cream for on top.” It had popped up while you were looking for pie recipes and seemed simple enough. It had been beyond easy! 

He set things down on the table before slipping off his jacket. “So, what movie options do we have tonight?” 

“I decided to pick things that aren’t period romances.” You explained, lifting up the three movies you narrowed it down to. “I picked the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet, Crimson Peak, and then Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.” You held them out to him so that he could look over the cases. “I’ll get dinner set up while you decide.” 

Dean smirked and held up Crimson Peak. “Are you secretly into horror?” He teased.

“That’s actually gothic romance.” You countered. “I also have the book, which has notes and highlights.” You admitted before you could think about it. 

“I am not surprised.” His tone wasn’t teasing as he went back to looking over the movies.There was a fondness in his voice that took you by surprise. “Okay, I’m going to go with Crimson Peak this time. Since you clearly love it enough to read the book and annotate it.”

“You know what annotating is?” You asked, a tad surprised. 

He nodded, setting the other two movies down. “First of all…I have a nerdy brother.” He said playfully. “Secondly, I do read. Just not all that much.” It wasn’t like he was dumb or anything, he just preferred to do other things. “Lastly, it was a trend on social media last year. Was hard not to stumble across it now and then.” 

Once the movie was in, the two of you got comfortable with your food. “I hope you like it.” You said that with every one of your picks so far, and so far he had liked them. 

“I’m sure I will, sweetheart.” He beamed before taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, nice. Perfect amount of whiskey.” Licking his lips, he instantly went in for another taste.

You couldn’t help but smile as you took the first bite of your food and the movie began.

Reaching for your drink, you were surprised when he reached for your hand. Slowly you looked over at him and saw him looking at your nails with a grin. “Do you like them?” 

“I’ve never seen you with your nails painted.” He noted, his thumb rubbing over one of them. “Can I ask what made you decide to?” 

“You.”