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Title: Beauty in the Breakdown X: Snow Angel
Author:babydee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG-13
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.
Feedback: …Always. :)
Read the previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 4
“We should start thinking about baby names,” Oliver mused over breakfast.
“We don’t even know what it is yet,” Chloe chided. “Besides, there’s no point naming the baby until we’ve seen what he looks like. Otherwise it may not suit his personality.”
“You mean her personality,” he corrected.
She sighed. “Ollie, why you are so hung up on it being a girl?”
“I just know it is, and I’ll be proven right this afternoon; you’ll see,” he replied smugly. “Remember this moment, because when I win, I’ll hold up the scan of our baby girl, point to it, and say: ‘Who’s your Daddy?’”
Chloe burst out laughing. He probably would, as well. “Something tells me she’s gonna hear those words every single day of her life.”
“Ha! So you agree with me!” he said triumphantly.
She smacked her forehead. “Darn, you got me.”
“Hey, no swearing in front of the baby,” he chastised.
“Darn isn’t swearing!”
“Maybe not, but I don’t want it to end up being her first word, either,” he pointed out. “She can hear you, you know.”
“Good point,” she replied. “So…when do we tell everyone?”
He thought briefly. “Not sure, but definitely not before the sonogram. Why?”
She lowered her head. “Well…I was hoping I could tell Lois,” she ventured tentatively. “Seeing as she missed the wedding and all, I figured I could make it up to her with this happy news.” She paused. “So…can I tell her? Please?”
Oliver sighed. In truth, he’d much rather they’d privately savour their precious news for as long as they possibly could; but Lois was the only link Chloe had to her own recently deceased mother, and he could understand her need to connect with her and share the joy of life and the procreation of their family.
He gave her arm an affectionate squeeze and nodded. “Of course you can tell her. But only her,” he clarified. “She has to keep it to herself for now; everybody else will have to wait for the official announcement.”
“I’ll swear her to secrecy,” she promised. “She’ll respect our wishes. Wow; when I tell her she’s going to be an aunt, she’ll be thrilled!”
“Not as thrilled as we are,” he said, grinning. It was still like a wonderful, beautiful dream: they were having a baby. Which meant a lifestyle review was long overdue.
“Obviously there’s going to be some changes—” he began.
“Okay, stop right there, buddy,” she interjected, placing a finger on his lips. “Just because we’re having a baby doesn’t mean we have to change who we are and what we do.”
“It’s inevitable, Chloe,” he replied gently. “For starters, I can’t keep swinging off rooftops and chasing down muggers every night, not when I have a child who needs me, needs both of us, to be there for him or her. I don’t care what it takes, or what I have to give up; I will do everything in my power to be the best father I can possibly be to our child.”
She stared up at him, and he took her hands in his and continued. “That means easing up on the hero work, and taking on less direct responsibility at Queen Industries, both of which I’m more than willing to do. It’s about time I learned to delegate. You and our child…you’re the most precious things in the world to me. I promise you now that our family will always come first.”
An image of his parents surfaced in his mind, and his vision suddenly blurred with unshed tears at the too few memories he had of them. Fear crept into his heart; fear that the worst part of his history might repeat itself and that his child would grow up fatherless.
Chloe must have sensed his errant thoughts, because she took his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes. “Everything’s going to be fine, Ollie,” she reassured him. “We’re all going to be fine, okay?”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her head. “Okay.”
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. He buried his face in her neck, and let his hands gently skim over her body.
“I love you,” he whispered. He rested one hand on her lower belly and tilted her chin up with his other hand. “Both of you.”
“I know,” she whispered with a teary smile. “We love you, too.”
“I guess it’s about time I updated the Justice League policies with some sort of maternity/paternity scheme,” he added thoughtfully.
Chloe nodded. “You’re right; I never really thought about it until now.”
“We’ve never had to,” he pointed out. “But you can bet that now that we’ve opened the progeny account, everyone else is going to jump on the bandwagon. There’ll be super-babies everywhere.”
Chloe giggled at the thought of mini Victors, Barts and Dinahs running around the Clocktower with their own little one. “I’ll get started on the research right away,” she replied. “We should probably think about recruiting new members too; get a good succession plan underway.”
“Hey, I may be thinking of slowing down, but I’m not ready for a Zimmer frame just yet,” he retorted giving her bottom a gentle smack. She laughed, and he pulled her close for a tender kiss.
Eventually he lifted his head, and sighed. “Right, gotta go. I’ll come back here and pick you up for lunch, and then we’ll go to the hospital together and meet our baby for the first time.”
She grinned. “I can’t wait.”
***
There was something about being pregnant that made Chloe want to shout her happy news from the Clocktower balcony. Unfortunately, since Oliver wasn’t too keen on that idea, she’d settle for telling Lois.
For now, at least.
She pressed her cousin’s speed dial button and took a deep breath as she waited for her to answer. Lois picked up on the third ring.
“’Sup, cuz?” she said affectionately. “I didn’t know you had a day off today. What gives?”
“A sudden change of plan,” Chloe replied. “Listen, um…do remember when Oliver and I came to see you after we got married?”
“How can I forget?” she said with dry amusement. “I practically called the man a paedophile.”
Chloe smothered a chuckle. “Well, after the dust had settled and y’all traded apologies, you made a special request.”
“Did I?” Lois asked, sounding puzzled.
“Yeah, you said you didn’t want to read any birth announcements in the newspaper, remember?”
“Oh yeah, I vaguely recall making such a snide comment,” her cousin snickered.
Chloe played with the phone cord. “Yeah, well…” she trailed off and listened to the rustling sound of papers being shoved around on the other end of the line.
“Well, what?” Lois said, exasperated.
Suddenly the papers stopped rustling, and there was silence on the line for several seconds as the penny dropped in her cousin’s head.
Then Lois squeaked: “Oh, my God! You’re—!”
“Don’t say it out loud!” Chloe warned. “I take it you’re in the middle of the newsroom right now. Nobody else knows apart from my husband and my doctor, but yes; Oliver and I are having a baby.”
“Chloe, that’s fantastic!” Lois whispered excitedly. “Where are you, at home? I have to get over there now.”
“But you’re at work!”
“I’ll take a personal day. I just have to see you!” she trilled. “I have so many questions, but I can’t ask them right now, for obvious reasons.”
“You don’t have to give up a personal day for that; you can stop by after work,” Chloe suggested.
But Lois was having none of it. “Give me half an hour and I’ll be at your front door,” she replied matter-of-factly. “See ya!”
“But—”
There was gentle click on the line, and her cousin was gone.
Chloe replaced the handset and sighed. Knowing her cousin as well as she did — and her cousin’s penchant for testing the legal limits of road speed — thirty minutes was a far too generous estimate.
***
Chapter 5…
...Some more Snow Angel, peeps! It's a bit short, but the chapter after this is pretty much ready and will be posted next week.
Enjoy. Awesome banner by
ellashy. Title: Beauty in the Breakdown X: Snow Angel
Author:
babydee1Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG-13
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.
Feedback: …Always. :)
Read the previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 4
“We should start thinking about baby names,” Oliver mused over breakfast.
“We don’t even know what it is yet,” Chloe chided. “Besides, there’s no point naming the baby until we’ve seen what he looks like. Otherwise it may not suit his personality.”
“You mean her personality,” he corrected.
She sighed. “Ollie, why you are so hung up on it being a girl?”
“I just know it is, and I’ll be proven right this afternoon; you’ll see,” he replied smugly. “Remember this moment, because when I win, I’ll hold up the scan of our baby girl, point to it, and say: ‘Who’s your Daddy?’”
Chloe burst out laughing. He probably would, as well. “Something tells me she’s gonna hear those words every single day of her life.”
“Ha! So you agree with me!” he said triumphantly.
She smacked her forehead. “Darn, you got me.”
“Hey, no swearing in front of the baby,” he chastised.
“Darn isn’t swearing!”
“Maybe not, but I don’t want it to end up being her first word, either,” he pointed out. “She can hear you, you know.”
“Good point,” she replied. “So…when do we tell everyone?”
He thought briefly. “Not sure, but definitely not before the sonogram. Why?”
She lowered her head. “Well…I was hoping I could tell Lois,” she ventured tentatively. “Seeing as she missed the wedding and all, I figured I could make it up to her with this happy news.” She paused. “So…can I tell her? Please?”
Oliver sighed. In truth, he’d much rather they’d privately savour their precious news for as long as they possibly could; but Lois was the only link Chloe had to her own recently deceased mother, and he could understand her need to connect with her and share the joy of life and the procreation of their family.
He gave her arm an affectionate squeeze and nodded. “Of course you can tell her. But only her,” he clarified. “She has to keep it to herself for now; everybody else will have to wait for the official announcement.”
“I’ll swear her to secrecy,” she promised. “She’ll respect our wishes. Wow; when I tell her she’s going to be an aunt, she’ll be thrilled!”
“Not as thrilled as we are,” he said, grinning. It was still like a wonderful, beautiful dream: they were having a baby. Which meant a lifestyle review was long overdue.
“Obviously there’s going to be some changes—” he began.
“Okay, stop right there, buddy,” she interjected, placing a finger on his lips. “Just because we’re having a baby doesn’t mean we have to change who we are and what we do.”
“It’s inevitable, Chloe,” he replied gently. “For starters, I can’t keep swinging off rooftops and chasing down muggers every night, not when I have a child who needs me, needs both of us, to be there for him or her. I don’t care what it takes, or what I have to give up; I will do everything in my power to be the best father I can possibly be to our child.”
She stared up at him, and he took her hands in his and continued. “That means easing up on the hero work, and taking on less direct responsibility at Queen Industries, both of which I’m more than willing to do. It’s about time I learned to delegate. You and our child…you’re the most precious things in the world to me. I promise you now that our family will always come first.”
An image of his parents surfaced in his mind, and his vision suddenly blurred with unshed tears at the too few memories he had of them. Fear crept into his heart; fear that the worst part of his history might repeat itself and that his child would grow up fatherless.
Chloe must have sensed his errant thoughts, because she took his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes. “Everything’s going to be fine, Ollie,” she reassured him. “We’re all going to be fine, okay?”
He smiled and kissed the tip of her head. “Okay.”
Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close. He buried his face in her neck, and let his hands gently skim over her body.
“I love you,” he whispered. He rested one hand on her lower belly and tilted her chin up with his other hand. “Both of you.”
“I know,” she whispered with a teary smile. “We love you, too.”
“I guess it’s about time I updated the Justice League policies with some sort of maternity/paternity scheme,” he added thoughtfully.
Chloe nodded. “You’re right; I never really thought about it until now.”
“We’ve never had to,” he pointed out. “But you can bet that now that we’ve opened the progeny account, everyone else is going to jump on the bandwagon. There’ll be super-babies everywhere.”
Chloe giggled at the thought of mini Victors, Barts and Dinahs running around the Clocktower with their own little one. “I’ll get started on the research right away,” she replied. “We should probably think about recruiting new members too; get a good succession plan underway.”
“Hey, I may be thinking of slowing down, but I’m not ready for a Zimmer frame just yet,” he retorted giving her bottom a gentle smack. She laughed, and he pulled her close for a tender kiss.
Eventually he lifted his head, and sighed. “Right, gotta go. I’ll come back here and pick you up for lunch, and then we’ll go to the hospital together and meet our baby for the first time.”
She grinned. “I can’t wait.”
***
There was something about being pregnant that made Chloe want to shout her happy news from the Clocktower balcony. Unfortunately, since Oliver wasn’t too keen on that idea, she’d settle for telling Lois.
For now, at least.
She pressed her cousin’s speed dial button and took a deep breath as she waited for her to answer. Lois picked up on the third ring.
“’Sup, cuz?” she said affectionately. “I didn’t know you had a day off today. What gives?”
“A sudden change of plan,” Chloe replied. “Listen, um…do remember when Oliver and I came to see you after we got married?”
“How can I forget?” she said with dry amusement. “I practically called the man a paedophile.”
Chloe smothered a chuckle. “Well, after the dust had settled and y’all traded apologies, you made a special request.”
“Did I?” Lois asked, sounding puzzled.
“Yeah, you said you didn’t want to read any birth announcements in the newspaper, remember?”
“Oh yeah, I vaguely recall making such a snide comment,” her cousin snickered.
Chloe played with the phone cord. “Yeah, well…” she trailed off and listened to the rustling sound of papers being shoved around on the other end of the line.
“Well, what?” Lois said, exasperated.
Suddenly the papers stopped rustling, and there was silence on the line for several seconds as the penny dropped in her cousin’s head.
Then Lois squeaked: “Oh, my God! You’re—!”
“Don’t say it out loud!” Chloe warned. “I take it you’re in the middle of the newsroom right now. Nobody else knows apart from my husband and my doctor, but yes; Oliver and I are having a baby.”
“Chloe, that’s fantastic!” Lois whispered excitedly. “Where are you, at home? I have to get over there now.”
“But you’re at work!”
“I’ll take a personal day. I just have to see you!” she trilled. “I have so many questions, but I can’t ask them right now, for obvious reasons.”
“You don’t have to give up a personal day for that; you can stop by after work,” Chloe suggested.
But Lois was having none of it. “Give me half an hour and I’ll be at your front door,” she replied matter-of-factly. “See ya!”
“But—”
There was gentle click on the line, and her cousin was gone.
Chloe replaced the handset and sighed. Knowing her cousin as well as she did — and her cousin’s penchant for testing the legal limits of road speed — thirty minutes was a far too generous estimate.
***
Chapter 5…
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