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babydee1Another Chlollie update. I'm firing on all cylinders with this one! ;-)
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Title: Up to Tricksies
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babydee1
Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Timeline: FutureFic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Through covert scheming and careful planning (or not!), Oliver Queen finally gets his wish. Sixth story in the Funsies Series.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. ;-)
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Read previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 6
The door to the farmhouse kitchen opened, and Oliver glanced up as Clark walked into the house.
“Hey,” Oliver greeted. He put down the book he had been reading. “How is she?”
“Same as yesterday; suffering, both physically and emotionally,” Clark answered. He bent to pet Shelby and Onyx who had wandered over to acknowledge his entrance. “She didn’t keep anything down all day yesterday, and according to Lois, spent the night cooling her cheeks on the bathroom floor.”
“She must be so dehydrated,” Oliver said, concern filling his heart. “Is she getting enough fluids?”
“Yes.”
“Eating crackers?”
Clark smiled. “Trying to.”
“Taking her prenatal vitamins?”
“She’s looking after herself. Lois went with her to her last appointment, they’ve provided some natural remedies for the morning sickness that won’t hurt the baby.”
His heart constricted painfully at having missed yet another appointment, but he nodded. “Good. She’s nearly at the end of her first trimester, so hopefully all that discomfort should come to an end soon.”
“Hopefully.”
Oliver swallowed. “Is…is she still wearing her ring?”
Clark looked scandalised at the very suggestion. “Of course she is, she never took it off!” he exclaimed. “She’s pissed at you, but she definitely still loves you.”
“That’s a relief.” He ruffled Onyx’s shaggy mane and geared up for the next question.
“How does she look?” he asked hesitantly. “I know its early days, but is she starting to show?”
“Yep, she’s getting big really fast,” Clark said with a smile. “I mean, I’m no expert, but for eleven weeks, there’s a sizeable bump there already.”
Oliver smiled, feeling regretful. In the five weeks since Chloe had given him his marching orders, he’d spent almost every second immersed in baby books, tracking the progress of her pregnancy as closely as possible and living it vicariously through Clark’s and Lois’s verbal reports. Chloe had to know that they were reporting back to him verbatim, and whilst she didn’t appear to have a problem with verbal feedback, he had noticed that none of them had taken any pictures of her…at least, none that they had shown him.
Clark had been very accommodating and offered him full use of the Farm since the separation. He had also been incredibly patient in dealing with all Oliver’s never-ending questions about Chloe’s progress, for which Oliver was immensely grateful.
“I should be there for her,” he whispered.
Clark gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “At least she has Lois, so she’s not alone.”
“I’m her husband,” he said tightly. “I’m supposed to hold her hand through all this. I appreciate that Lois took three weeks’ vacation to be with Chloe, but it should be me holding her hair when she’s sick, me feeding her crackers when she can’t keep anything down, me rubbing her back and singing her soothing lullabies when she can’t sleep.” He buried his head in his hands. “God, this is killing me.”
“I know how hard this is for you, but just be patient–”
“For how much longer?” Oliver shouted, getting to his feet. “You know me, Clark. Patience isn’t my strong point. I see something I want, and I go for it!”
“Exactly, and look where that’s got you!” Clark shot back.
Oliver winced at the barb and sat down again. Onyx whined and rested his head on Oliver’s knee, fretting as he often did whenever there were any displays of temper. Oliver soothed him and reflected on the harsh words he’d just received.
Damn it, but Clark was right. If he’d only been a little more patient with Chloe, maybe she’d have come round on her own; but it was too late for regrets. The damage was done, and here they were. And with time quickly ticking by, he had a valid reason for needing to hurry things along at this point.
“Maybe if I surprised her,” he thought aloud. “I could zip in through the balcony…”
“And destroy the fragile trust she’s spent the last five weeks rebuilding? Are you nuts?” Clark asked incredulously.
Oliver gave a nostalgic smile. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Clark gave him an odd look. “You’ve waited this long, surely you can hold out just a little bit longer.”
Not with the end of the first trimester coming up, he couldn’t.
“Can you make up a reason to see her early next week?” he ventured. “She’s coming up to twelve weeks, so she’ll have the sonogram soon and I need to be there; not just for the baby, but for her. As much as I already love my child, I love my wife more, and I miss her like crazy. Could you put in a good word for me?”
“I’ve been putting in a good word for you with every visit, Oliver, you know that,” he said.
“I know, and I’m grateful, I just…” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What if this is it for us, huh? What if she gets so comfortable with the idea of us being apart that she no longer sees the need for us to be together?”
“That’ll never happen,” Clark said vehemently.
Oliver shook his head, his expression glum. “You don’t know that, Clark. I never thought five weeks would happen, and she’s showing no signs of letting up.”
“She just needs to feel like she’s gotten some semblance of control back,” he explained. “Don’t you get it? You pulled all the strings to get this baby conceived, and she had nothing to do with it when she should have had the deciding vote. She’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, showing you just how powerless and helpless she felt when she discovered you’d manoeuvred her into a situation she had no power to prevent.”
Oliver grimaced. Chloe couldn’t have picked a better punishment of she’d tried. The thought of almost enduring several more weeks of radio silence was too painful to even contemplate.
“God, this hurts so much,” he said miserably. “Do you think…do you think she intends to freeze me out for the rest of her pregnancy? Because if she did that, and I missed the birth…”
“No, man. I’m sure she wouldn’t go that far.”
“If she did, I wouldn’t blame her, but Clark…I’ve already lost more than a whole month with her and our baby. I’ve missed doctor’s appointments. The sonogram is coming up any day now, and it would kill me to miss the chance to meet my child for the first time.”
“Oliver –”
“Just…talk to her, would you?” he pleaded. “I need to be at that scan. We need to do this together. Please.”
Clark sighed and nodded. “I’ll do everything I can, Oliver. I promise.”
***
Chloe had just finished emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet when the door buzzed.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” she yelled, slowly getting to her feet. She rinsed her mouth, splashed water on her face and quickly checked her hair to make sure no stray bits of food had found their way into it, then she stumbled wearily out into the den and opened the security door.
“Clark,” she greeted with a tired smile as she unlocked the grate. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just thought you might need these.” He stepped into the room and held out half a dozen snack boxes.
“More crackers,” she said with a sigh. “I swear, this kid’s gonna be covered in crumbs when it pops out.”
Clark chuckled and carried them through to the kitchen. “No Lois today?” he asked.
“She got summoned to a crisis meeting at work,” she replied. “She’ll be back in a few hours.”
“I see.” He returned to the den. “How’re you feeling?”
“Same crap, different day,” she replied miserably, plopping onto the couch. “Still suffering from morning, noon and night sickness. Apparently, this kid has no sense of time.”
Clark smiled. “Maybe it just misses its father.”
“You’re probably not far off,” she agreed. “I was fine until he left. The second I bolted the door on him, all the first trimester symptoms hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m never more than three feet away from the bathroom at any given time.”
“Sorry to hear that,” he empathised. “It should get better once the first trimester’s over, right?”
“In theory, yes,” she replied. “So any day from now would be nice. Hear that, kiddo?” she said loudly, looking down at her stomach. “Be nice to me!”
“How soon will you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Clark asked.
She smiled and patted her belly. “Very soon. The first sonogram is tomorrow afternoon, and I finally get to see exactly who it is that’s turned my life upside-down.”
“Tomorrow, huh? That’s great.” There was a pregnant pause, then he casually said: “Will Oliver be joining you?”
Her smile disappeared and shook her head, her expression resolute. “He’s not invited.”
***
Chapter 7…
Enjoy.
Title: Up to Tricksies
Author:
babydee1Pairing: Chlollie
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Timeline: FutureFic
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Through covert scheming and careful planning (or not!), Oliver Queen finally gets his wish. Sixth story in the Funsies Series.
Feedback: …is a terrible thing to keep to yourself. ;-)
Awesome banner by
ellashyRead previous chapter here.
Read story from the beginning here.
Chapter 6
The door to the farmhouse kitchen opened, and Oliver glanced up as Clark walked into the house.
“Hey,” Oliver greeted. He put down the book he had been reading. “How is she?”
“Same as yesterday; suffering, both physically and emotionally,” Clark answered. He bent to pet Shelby and Onyx who had wandered over to acknowledge his entrance. “She didn’t keep anything down all day yesterday, and according to Lois, spent the night cooling her cheeks on the bathroom floor.”
“She must be so dehydrated,” Oliver said, concern filling his heart. “Is she getting enough fluids?”
“Yes.”
“Eating crackers?”
Clark smiled. “Trying to.”
“Taking her prenatal vitamins?”
“She’s looking after herself. Lois went with her to her last appointment, they’ve provided some natural remedies for the morning sickness that won’t hurt the baby.”
His heart constricted painfully at having missed yet another appointment, but he nodded. “Good. She’s nearly at the end of her first trimester, so hopefully all that discomfort should come to an end soon.”
“Hopefully.”
Oliver swallowed. “Is…is she still wearing her ring?”
Clark looked scandalised at the very suggestion. “Of course she is, she never took it off!” he exclaimed. “She’s pissed at you, but she definitely still loves you.”
“That’s a relief.” He ruffled Onyx’s shaggy mane and geared up for the next question.
“How does she look?” he asked hesitantly. “I know its early days, but is she starting to show?”
“Yep, she’s getting big really fast,” Clark said with a smile. “I mean, I’m no expert, but for eleven weeks, there’s a sizeable bump there already.”
Oliver smiled, feeling regretful. In the five weeks since Chloe had given him his marching orders, he’d spent almost every second immersed in baby books, tracking the progress of her pregnancy as closely as possible and living it vicariously through Clark’s and Lois’s verbal reports. Chloe had to know that they were reporting back to him verbatim, and whilst she didn’t appear to have a problem with verbal feedback, he had noticed that none of them had taken any pictures of her…at least, none that they had shown him.
Clark had been very accommodating and offered him full use of the Farm since the separation. He had also been incredibly patient in dealing with all Oliver’s never-ending questions about Chloe’s progress, for which Oliver was immensely grateful.
“I should be there for her,” he whispered.
Clark gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “At least she has Lois, so she’s not alone.”
“I’m her husband,” he said tightly. “I’m supposed to hold her hand through all this. I appreciate that Lois took three weeks’ vacation to be with Chloe, but it should be me holding her hair when she’s sick, me feeding her crackers when she can’t keep anything down, me rubbing her back and singing her soothing lullabies when she can’t sleep.” He buried his head in his hands. “God, this is killing me.”
“I know how hard this is for you, but just be patient–”
“For how much longer?” Oliver shouted, getting to his feet. “You know me, Clark. Patience isn’t my strong point. I see something I want, and I go for it!”
“Exactly, and look where that’s got you!” Clark shot back.
Oliver winced at the barb and sat down again. Onyx whined and rested his head on Oliver’s knee, fretting as he often did whenever there were any displays of temper. Oliver soothed him and reflected on the harsh words he’d just received.
Damn it, but Clark was right. If he’d only been a little more patient with Chloe, maybe she’d have come round on her own; but it was too late for regrets. The damage was done, and here they were. And with time quickly ticking by, he had a valid reason for needing to hurry things along at this point.
“Maybe if I surprised her,” he thought aloud. “I could zip in through the balcony…”
“And destroy the fragile trust she’s spent the last five weeks rebuilding? Are you nuts?” Clark asked incredulously.
Oliver gave a nostalgic smile. “You wouldn’t understand.”
Clark gave him an odd look. “You’ve waited this long, surely you can hold out just a little bit longer.”
Not with the end of the first trimester coming up, he couldn’t.
“Can you make up a reason to see her early next week?” he ventured. “She’s coming up to twelve weeks, so she’ll have the sonogram soon and I need to be there; not just for the baby, but for her. As much as I already love my child, I love my wife more, and I miss her like crazy. Could you put in a good word for me?”
“I’ve been putting in a good word for you with every visit, Oliver, you know that,” he said.
“I know, and I’m grateful, I just…” he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “What if this is it for us, huh? What if she gets so comfortable with the idea of us being apart that she no longer sees the need for us to be together?”
“That’ll never happen,” Clark said vehemently.
Oliver shook his head, his expression glum. “You don’t know that, Clark. I never thought five weeks would happen, and she’s showing no signs of letting up.”
“She just needs to feel like she’s gotten some semblance of control back,” he explained. “Don’t you get it? You pulled all the strings to get this baby conceived, and she had nothing to do with it when she should have had the deciding vote. She’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, showing you just how powerless and helpless she felt when she discovered you’d manoeuvred her into a situation she had no power to prevent.”
Oliver grimaced. Chloe couldn’t have picked a better punishment of she’d tried. The thought of almost enduring several more weeks of radio silence was too painful to even contemplate.
“God, this hurts so much,” he said miserably. “Do you think…do you think she intends to freeze me out for the rest of her pregnancy? Because if she did that, and I missed the birth…”
“No, man. I’m sure she wouldn’t go that far.”
“If she did, I wouldn’t blame her, but Clark…I’ve already lost more than a whole month with her and our baby. I’ve missed doctor’s appointments. The sonogram is coming up any day now, and it would kill me to miss the chance to meet my child for the first time.”
“Oliver –”
“Just…talk to her, would you?” he pleaded. “I need to be at that scan. We need to do this together. Please.”
Clark sighed and nodded. “I’ll do everything I can, Oliver. I promise.”
***
Chloe had just finished emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet when the door buzzed.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” she yelled, slowly getting to her feet. She rinsed her mouth, splashed water on her face and quickly checked her hair to make sure no stray bits of food had found their way into it, then she stumbled wearily out into the den and opened the security door.
“Clark,” she greeted with a tired smile as she unlocked the grate. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Just thought you might need these.” He stepped into the room and held out half a dozen snack boxes.
“More crackers,” she said with a sigh. “I swear, this kid’s gonna be covered in crumbs when it pops out.”
Clark chuckled and carried them through to the kitchen. “No Lois today?” he asked.
“She got summoned to a crisis meeting at work,” she replied. “She’ll be back in a few hours.”
“I see.” He returned to the den. “How’re you feeling?”
“Same crap, different day,” she replied miserably, plopping onto the couch. “Still suffering from morning, noon and night sickness. Apparently, this kid has no sense of time.”
Clark smiled. “Maybe it just misses its father.”
“You’re probably not far off,” she agreed. “I was fine until he left. The second I bolted the door on him, all the first trimester symptoms hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m never more than three feet away from the bathroom at any given time.”
“Sorry to hear that,” he empathised. “It should get better once the first trimester’s over, right?”
“In theory, yes,” she replied. “So any day from now would be nice. Hear that, kiddo?” she said loudly, looking down at her stomach. “Be nice to me!”
“How soon will you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Clark asked.
She smiled and patted her belly. “Very soon. The first sonogram is tomorrow afternoon, and I finally get to see exactly who it is that’s turned my life upside-down.”
“Tomorrow, huh? That’s great.” There was a pregnant pause, then he casually said: “Will Oliver be joining you?”
Her smile disappeared and shook her head, her expression resolute. “He’s not invited.”
***
Chapter 7…
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