Weeks had passed since Oliver sent Amelia the first package. The first of many. Each day, Amelia would wake up to find that a letter or a picture had been posted through her letter box. They could have long paragraphs written upon them, or sometimes it was just a simple, 'I love you' written.

He would ring her at times when he knew she couldn't answer, simply so he could leave a message telling her that he loved her and Tommy more than words.

She would find little pieces of paper folded beneath her doormat. It was clear that it was Oliver's writing. They would say things like, 'How's your day going?' Or 'incase no one has told you today, you are beautiful.'

Each time Amelia recieved one of these, a smile became etched upon her face and she became more confident in herself and in her choices. Until finally she made up her mind.

She would let Oliver in.

She knew that it would take time to adjust, especially now that they had Tommy. But he was right, he did deserve a chance. A chance to try again, to make amends. And Amelia would give him that chance.

Entering the coffee shop, Amelia felt happy. Something which she hadn't felt in a long time. She wasn't quite sure what the source of happiness was, just that it was there. Amelia had made amends with Felicity and the blonde haired twin had taken Tommy for the day.

Amelia ordered a coffee and went to hand over the money when a five dollar bill was placed on the counter in front of her. Amelia turned to see that it was Slade Wilson who had paid for ber coffee.

"My treat." He smiled at her.

"Slade that really wasn't necessary. You didn't have to." Amelia sighed.

"No, but I wanted to." He told her.

Amelia smiled at him. "Thank you."

Slade ordered a coffee for himself and turned back to Amelia. "Join me?" He asked.

"Of course." She replied and the two walked towards a booth and sat down.

A comfortable silence came between the two before Slade spoke. "Where's Tommy?" He asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Amelia tapped the side of her cup with her black polished nails. "My sister took him for the day."

"Why not his father?" Slade asked innocently.

Amelia chewed her lip and was silent for a minute before replying. "That's slightly complicated."

Amelia saw the interest in Slade's face which confused her ever so slightly. Why would he be so interested in Tommy's father?

"Is his father not in the picture?" He asked.

"Right now, no. Not really. But I'm hoping that he will be soon." Amelia replied, smiling softly at the thought of her, Oliver and Tommy being a family.

Amelia didn't see as Slade's hands tightened around his cup and his jaw clenched as he attempted to contain his fury.

"How lovely." He spoke, venom lacing his voice.

Amelia's eyebrows furrowed as she finally noticed Slade's posture and his tone. "Slade are you okay?" She asked, her eyes darting down to his shaking hands. Slade followed the red heads gaze and cleared his throat, relaxing slightly. He smiled at her and laughed lightly. "Of course I am." He replied.

Amelia nodded, but her lips were pursed as she remained suspicious. There was something off about Slade Wilson.

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Oliver approached Amelia's apartment, breathing deeply. He was nervous, more nervous than he had ever been. He tugged at the cuff of his sweater and stared at the wooden door, working up the courage to actually knock the door. Oliver clenched his hand into a fist and raised it to the door. Knocking, his fist met air, for the door had already been opened.

Amelia stood on the other end of the door, her eyebrow arched. Her face morphed into a bright smile as she saw that it was Oliver at her door. Once again, Oliver was astounded by her beauty. She wore a blue dress and had paired it with a white blazer. Her red curls spelled down over her shoulders.

"Hello Oliver." She smiled.

"How did you know I was here? I didn't even knock." Oliver said, shocked.

"Ex assassin, remember?" Amelia shrugged. "Would you like to come in?"

Oliver nodded, unable to come up with a coherent reply. He entered the apartment and sat down on the couch.

"I got the scrapbook, and the letters." Amelia said softly as she poured out two cups of coffee.

Oliver panicked, anxious that she didn't like them, but her next words eased his worry. "They were beautiful. Thank you."

She handed Oliver his coffee and he thanked her. "You're welcome." He said, referring to her previous comment.  Amelia sat down beside Oliver and tapped the cup as she bounced her knee.

"I may have been a little harsh that day at Jitters. I just ..." Amelia trailed off.

Oliver reached over and placed his hand on her bouncing knee, knowing that it was a thing that she did when she was nervous. "It's okay Mia. We both said things that day that we probably shouldn't have."

Amelia looked up at Oliver, her eyes shining. "Can we start again?" She asked, her voice nothing more than a whisper.

Oliver smiled and raised his hand, brushing it over Amelia's cheek. "That's all I want." He told her.

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A/N

Short, sweet and to the point ;)
So what do you think Slade's problem is with Amelia and Oliver, apart from him hating Oliver and all that there. Whoops ...

Dedicated to @indecisxve for making me the amazing new cover for this story :)