Chloe Sullivan

Chloe, Mia and Lois had had a great time shopping and although they hadn't managed to buy any Christmas gifts and she was nowhere closer to figuring out what to get Ollie, she had gotten herself some more pregnancy-friendly clothes, dresses and flat shoes as well as some leggings that she could wear when her jeans stopped fitting her completely and she wasn't big enough for pregnancy clothes yet.

She smiled a little when she saw the lights on as she walked into the apartment, "Ollie?" She called, carrying her bags inside as she dropped her purse and keys over the kitchen counter.

They made it back to the Watchtower in no time and once they made sure Mia and Michael weren't going anywhere, they made their way to their floor, where Lois took the guest room Mia had been sleeping in when she was little and Chloe and Oliver made their way to their own room.

She took a deep breath as they made their way inside, walking slowly because of the cuts on her feet, she was incredibly relieved to be home, even more relieved that they were all okay, but they still had so much to talk about and to process, she wasn't even thinking about sleeping, no matter how exhausted her body was, her brain was going miles a minute.

"You have no idea how much I missed this bed," she told him quietly, mostly to get the conversation started, because if she was honest, she was a little nervous about finally being alone with him, she knew they had some difficult topics to discuss.

Chloe may not be there, but the mail still comes to the Watchtower daily and today, amongst the advertisement and bills, two items can be found. Items that were bought in advance and were supposed to be hastily wrapped in green stripped paper that is hidden in the back of her closet before the surprise dinner party she'd been planning to throw him.

One of the items is in an envelop, it's addressed to Chloe, but inside, there are two tickets for the Star City Opera for November 6th. If she was there, she'd watch him open the gift and make a joke about how it was pointless to buy him plane tickets since he owned his own plane, but that she wanted him to visit his home town since it had been a while.

The second item is in a box and it's not much, but it always made her smile when she looked at it. It's a framed picture of the two of them, her favorite picture of the two of them. In the picture, she has her arms around him and is looking up at him while he grins down at her, his arms also around her and although she couldn't remember what was so amusing at the time, they both looked so incredibly happy, she couldn't stop herself from choosing that one.

And if she was there, she would just watch him as he opened that box and pay close attention to the look on his face. She's not there, however, but wherever she is, hopefully the gifts will remind him that she's thinking of him on his birthday.

After the tips Tess gave her, Chloe gathered as much information as she could. Rick Flag was apparently dead, but according to Tess, this organization he worked for was off the books and anyone could fake their own death, she had done it herself when she was sixteen.

( She had spent hours watching )

Graduation had been over a month ago, but only now they were making their way to New York. Chloe had wanted to make sure she was putting enough time at the Planet and was in good with her editor before requesting the time off. She also wanted to make sure she wasn't gone when there was a possibility for a promotion.

Oliver had been patient, but so once she gave him the dates she could be gone for, it took him less than an hour to throw the trip together and give her times and where they'd be staying.

And now there they were, the plane had just landed about five minutes ago and they were gathering their things, Chloe placed her laptop inside it's bag and looked over at him, "so what are we doing first?" She asked, not bothering to hide her excitement. She'd never been to the city before and she was looking forward to exploring it.

To the best father I could ever ask for my children, the best husband I could ever imagine having and the only person I would ever agree to procreate with.

This, and two frames, one with this and one with this.

Thank you for changing our lives. We love you.

Lea and Chloe.

Here by chlollierockz

( Prompt: More Connor fics or them with a daughter. )

Chloe sighed softly as she looked out of the window of the Watchtower, leaning against the wall. Everything was quiet, still, just like it had been that day one year ago.

She had been standing there for a long time, her legs felt stiff, so she shifted a little and rubbed a hand over her face, standing there for just a moment longer before pushing herself away from the wall and walking over to the small bar and pouring herself a drink before walking over to the couch and sitting down with a sigh.

With a sip of the whiskey Oliver usually left there, 'for long nights' according to him, she leaned back against the couch and closed her eyes. She knew she should go downstairs to their apartment, where Ollie was probably waiting for her, but she felt like she needed some more time in the top floor of the Watchtower.

Chloe's eyes narrowed and moved her legs further apart, focusing on the object in front of her as she adjusted her fingers and the tape over her knuckles, pulling her arm back and shifting her weight on her feet before starting the routine she had just learned, punching with her right hook, then left, doing a turn and kneeling the punching bag just above her own hip height.

She took a deep breath once the sequence was over and looked over at her instructor, raising her eyebrows and waiting for the feedback.

After her talk with Michael, Chloe had been trying her best to find some kind of record that could tell her that Michael's dad and uncle were actually alive.

She had found a lot of information on them, nothing after the date of the helicopter crash, but she was going to keep looking, because she didn't want to disappoint Michael like that.

Chloe had no idea how long she had been looking, since she was alone in the Watchtower, she wasn't exactly paying attention to the time, but she figure it must have been a few hours at least because her eyes were starting to get tired.