She quietly got out of the bed, her hand covering her mouth. Oliver was sleeping contently that she had to put her pregnancy pillow in place of her to not wake him up. He opened his blue eyes to look over at the nest she had made up while the bathroom door closed louder than she expected. A gut wrenching hurl escaped from her mouth. The door opened as Oliver squinted, looking over at his wife, whose hair fell in front of her face. A gentle hand placed on her back, as he removed the tie off the counter, and put her hair in a messy bun. Felicity jumped, as tears spilled out of her eyes. She hated, HATED vomiting, especially in front of Oliver.
"Damn you Ollie!" She cried out, resting her back on his warm chest. He reached for the clean face cloth in the tub, and rinsed it out with cold water. He rang it out, then handed it to Felicity. She wiped around her mouth, as her stomach began to turn. "Oh no." She whimpered, hurling herself into the toilet. Oliver was right there, as helpless as he was, he rubbed her back, wiped her forehead, and gave her a cup of water.
"Have you been through this before?"
"No. Diggle warned me and as helpless as I feel, he gave me some hints on how I can be useful." He kissed her forehead, as she relaxed back onto his warm chest. She wanted nothing but to curl up into him back in bed. "Plus, I wasn't there for Samantha when she was pregnant with William and I want to be as involved as I can be."
"Oliver, I appreciate that."
"Ginger candy?" Oliver snuck one out of his pocket, and unwrapped it. Felicity quickly placed it in her mouth, as nothing could staunch the nausea.
"I am so thankful for these." Felicity replied, as she let Oliver pull her hair down to play with it. "They are the only thing that can staunch the nausea." She chuckled, "We should buy stock in this company!"
"Felicity, dear. How about we get some rest, and we can think about buying stock in this company in the morning, okay?" He kissed her forehead as he picked her up bridal style and gently placed her in the bed. Felicity kissed his lips as he tucked her in, and he placed himself right next to her.
"I want a hospital birth, with doctors."
"Felicity-"
"And an epidural."
'Dear."
"I want all the drugs. I don't wanna feel anything, I want the baby to come right out, like a slip and slide."
"If we want our child safe-"
"Yeah yeah I know. But is an epidural is out of the equation?"
"Just close your eyes." Oliver placed his hand over her soft belly, his beard rested against her neck. She was chewing the ginger candy, as his breathing pulled her into a soft slumber.
In this moment, Oliver had everything he ever dreamed of. The security of their home, a child, and his soulmate, Felicity. Nothing could disturb their happiness.