A/N: Howdy guys, thanks for clicking on my story. I'll keep this brief… and ignore the hysterical laughter of my dear readers who know of me and my infamously long A/N's. I can keep it to the point… in theory.

This story was written on a whim. It's a one shot… which has ended up being 4 chapters long. That's pretty much me all over – everything is about as 4x as long as I plan… see my other Arrow fics which get bigger on each sequel.

But this one, it was just meant to be a bit of fluff and nonsense… and this chapter is definitely that. Everyone is writing Olicity riding off into the sunset fics. I kind of got sucked into the fluffy. And this fic was born.

Hope you have fun with it. I did. :D

Unexpected

By Louise Blue

CHAPTER ONE

Felicity backed slowly out of the bathroom, gnawing anxiously on her thumbnail. She was alone in the luxurious log cabin Oliver had rented for them, high in the Rocky Mountains. Canada was beautiful. Nothing but rolling hills of green, clean air and nature in all of its glory. There was a town twenty minutes drive away, where they picked up supplies every couple of days, but otherwise she and Oliver were completely alone. Just the two of them in a lover's paradise. No maniacal madmen trying to level a city. No Leagues of Assassins head honcho marrying you off to the most inappropriate person on the planet. Just the quiet chirp of birds, the gurgle of crystal clear mountain streams, and endless hours to while away in each other's company. It was literally the happiest time of her life. The last three months had been perfect. Oliver had been perfect. Everything was just perfect. The gnawing on her thumbnail increased in ferocity as she stared into the bathroom, her anxiety levels rising.

"How do you feel about eggs for breakfast?"

Felicity started violently, and swung around at the sound of the casual question. Her heart leapt into her throat at seeing Oliver standing there. "What are you doing here?" she practically yelled at him. Felicity hadn't meant to say that quite so loudly, but her adrenalin was pumping at his unexpected appearance.

Oliver arched a mildly surprised eyebrow at her tone, but then gave a lop-sided smile as he picked up a slice of toast from the table. "Well, you see, a few months back, I drove off into the sunset with this gorgeous blond I happen to be crazy in love with, and the next thing you know—" Oliver waved his hand around the room. "Canada." He took a mouthful of the buttered toast, munching happily.

That was cute, but Felicity was too distracted for cute right then. "I thought you were going for a run." And Oliver was indeed in his sweatpants and grey hoodie, but there was a decided lack of running going with that ensemble. He should have been halfway up the mountain by now. Not standing there, interrupting private things.

He shrugged. "It started to rain, so I turned back."

This was bad, he wasn't meant to be here right now. Felicity scowled at him fiercely. "It's only a little water. Didn't you survive years on hell island? Toughen up, princess."

Oliver paused in bringing the toast up to his lips, looking at her quizzically over the top of the slice.

He was looking at her like she was crazy, which Felicity couldn't deny, she felt a little unhinged right then, but she wasn't prepared to talk about that yet. Oliver had to be put off. She took a deep breath. "And another thing, would it kill you to make some noise when you walk? You're a giant. Giants should make some noise when they move around, and not be all sneaking up on a person. You being all light footed is some kind of weird sin against nature deal." Offense was the best form of defense wasn't it? She couldn't stop now. Felicity jabbed a finger at him. "So, you need to go back outside and think about what you've done, mister," she told him unevenly. "You can come back inside in another ten minutes or so."

Oliver continued the toast's journey to his mouth, taking a bite and chewing slowly as he regarded her with unabashed curiosity. "Are we doing some kind of skit?" he asked at last. "And if we are, I think there are a few pages missing from my script." Oliver tilted his head. "Like… all of it up to now." That adorable lopsided smile was back. "Care to fill me in on what I missed?"

"You haven't missed anything," said Felicity primly. It was her doing the missing, but they weren't talking about that right now.

"Really, because I kind of feel like I have."

"Nope, you haven't, everything is fine." Perhaps if she hadn't been quite so bug eyed with that assertion, Oliver would have that look continued look of skepticism on his face.

He took a step towards her, and Felicity immediately stiffened. "What are you doing?" she asked sharply.

"I was going into the bathroom to shave. Someone told me recently kissing me is like making out with a toilet brush these days."

That was true, Oliver had let his beard get away from him a little. "I love your beard," said Felicity hastily.

"Funny, because that toilet brush comment was a direct quote… you know… from you… last night."

Felicity couldn't let him go into the bathroom. "Changed my mind. You should let it get longer. Really long, like able to plait it long."

"Probably not going to do that. I don't think I can pull that look off." He moved towards her and the bathroom again.

Felicity panicked, and spread her arms and legs out, attempting to block the entrance to the bathroom. "You can't go in there!"

"Felicity—"

"I told you, I love the beard. Keep the beard."

"Okay, but I kind of need to pee."

Felicity glared at him. "You're so high maintenance all of a sudden. What's that about?"

"The fact that I hydrated for a run I didn't end up having," said a perplexed Oliver.

"Can't you just pee in the sink?"

Oliver looked over his shoulder at the kitchen sink and then back to Felicity. "Probably not, seeing as I wasn't raised by wolves." He gave a little laugh. "Felicity, what's going on?"

"Nothing is going on, why would you say that?" she asked defensively, still stretched out in the bathroom doorway.

He looked her over. "I don't know… reasons… mainly centered around sink peeing."

Felicity tried to bluff her way clear of this corner she was backed into. "Everything is fine. If anyone is being weird, it's you, with your giant no noise making feet and tiny bladder."

Oliver was looking downright confused now. "Is one of us having a stroke? Because I feel like one of us is having a stroke right now."

"What is so weird about a woman wanting a little privacy in the bathroom?"

"You're not in the bathroom." He pointed out. "You've just appointed yourself as some kind of weird, guardian of the bathroom door." Oliver folded his arms in front of his chest. "And I don't know why."

Felicity mimicked his stance, folding her arms in front of her chest, chin coming up. "Maybe I have a secret lover in there? Ever think of that?"

"Honestly, no. We're miles from civilization. Unless your secret lover is a bear, I'm not seeing that as a real possibility."

"Maybe I've been hiding him in the woods, waiting for you to leave?" she offered up defiantly. Felicity knew she was being ridiculous, but she needed to buy some more time, then she'd know if she had a reason to freak out or not.

Oliver inclined his head. "I'm still leaning towards a no on that secret lover business." A slow, sexy smile spread across his lips. "Mainly because I feel like I've kept you more than satisfied in that department."

Felicity's cheeks heated at the memories of their many wanton encounters in the last three months. So many encounters… so, so much wantoness.

His eyes danced with mischief. "In fact I'm shocked our legs still remember how to work, seeing as we've been off them, more than on them on this little road trip."

"You're only saying that because we've had a ton of sex," said Felicity faintly. Which was a little bit the problem. It hadn't felt like a problem at the time. But now, now it definitely did.

"Probably."

"We should have sex now," said Felicity abruptly. Of course, why hadn't she thought of that first? Sex was an awesome distraction tool. Felicity started to pull her blouse off over her head, walking towards him. "Come on."

"Ah… Felicity, you know I'm never one to turn down sex with you, but I feel like you're using this to try and distract me from something that is going on with you."

Felicity could hear Oliver's vaguely concerned voice, but she couldn't see him as in her haste, she'd forgotten to undo the buttons on her blouse and it was stuck on her head. She didn't want to waste time trying to undo the buttons, so she just kept tugging, walking blindly towards the sound of Oliver's voice. "That is totally not what's happening," she asserted, voice muffled by the material of her shirt.

"Felicity, look ou—"

Oliver's warning came too late as she blindly careened into the kitchen table. Her stomach connected painfully with the solid oak, pushing the air out of her lungs, and causing her to lose her balance. She tumbled to the floor in a blind, graceless heap.

"Felicity!"

Oliver was by her side in a flash, on the ground beside her. He deftly undid the buttons of her blouse enough so that he could untangle her from its nefarious clutches, pulling it off over her head and throwing it to one side. Oliver gripped her arms with both hands, looking into her dazed eyes as he knelt beside her. "Are you alright?"

Felicity wasn't sure. It had happened so quickly. Her stomach was still smarting from the knock she'd given it. Fear gripped Felicity at that realization. Oh God, her stomach. "I think I'm pregnant," she blurted out, too scared in that moment to go with her original plan of discretion, and finding out for sure before telling Oliver anything.

Oliver's eyes went wide. "Wh-what?"

The words tumbled out of her mouth as she put a hand to her smarting stomach. "I haven't had a period in two months and I didn't realize because days and dates don't really matter since we started this road trip, but then I was in the pharmacy yesterday when we did our food run, and realized I hadn't bought tampons in a while, and then I started counting and-and—" Felicity voice became strained. "And I think I might be pregnant."

"Felicity," rasped Oliver, looking overwhelmed.

"I might be pregnant, and I just hit our child in the face with a table." She sucked in a strangled, distressed breath. "I'm going to be a horrible mom."

"No, you're not," said Oliver swiftly. "You're going to be an awesome mom." He suddenly was no longer crouching, dropping down to sit on the ground with her. "You-you think you're pregnant?" he asked in amazement.

"Yes, no, I don't know," whispered Felicity in distress. "I-I bought a pregnancy test in the pharmacy and it said morning pee was the best, so I waited, and it's morning now, so I peed… on the stick—"

"In the bathroom," said Oliver, finally filling in all the blanks. "Felicity," he said, sounding overwhelmed, and then suddenly frowned. "Why didn't you want me to know?"

"Because I don't know if there is anything to know," she said unhappily. "And I didn't want to freak you out until I knew if there was something to freak out about." Felicity clutched protective hands to her naked stomach as she sat on the floor only in a bra and shorts now. "But now I've just given our child brain damage, so now I'm freaking out about that."

"I-I don't think babies have brains when they're only a month or two old," said Oliver unsteadily.

She looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Is that true?"

Oliver grimaced. "I don't know," he confessed regretfully. "Babies aren't really in my wheelhouse, particularly unborn ones."

"They're not in mine either," said Felicity hoarsely. "We have no business being parents, Oliver. We don't have the first idea what we're doing."

Oliver blinked. "I think that's what the nine months is for, to give parents a run up at this thing."

"Right," said Felicity, feeling a flash of hope, "I could read a book or something. There are tons of baby books out there. I'm a good researcher. I could research the hell out of having a baby."

"We both could."

Felicity gave him a look of surprise.

Oliver leaned in, expression serious. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I kind of had a hand in this baby as well, right?"

Felicity nodded mutely. "It was all the sex."

A small smile touched his lips. "I figured it might have been."

"So much sex. We've had so much sex, Oliver, and my contraceptive pill said it's only 98% effective and with all that sex, it didn't stand a chance. It was a numbers game, and our number's come up, maybe." Felicity shook her head. "I don't know, we have to wait for the ping."

Just then the buzzer went off behind them in the bathroom. Felicity's breath hitched in her throat. "The ping," she said in horror.

Oliver moved to stand up to check on the pregnancy test, but Felicity grabbed at his arm. "Wait."

Oliver immediately sat back down on the ground, looking at her worriedly. "What is it?"

"I need a minute," whispered Felicity. "We go into that bathroom, and everything could change for us." She blinked. "I need a minute."

Oliver's tone was very serious. "I understand, Felicity, but I need to know if I should be taking you to a doctor right now or not."

"A doctor?"

"You had a fall. It's bad when pregnant women fall down." Oliver cupped her face with his hand, worry lines she hadn't seen since leaving Starling marking his face. "And it's catastrophic when my pregnant woman falls down." He moved his hand to her stomach, pressing gently on the bare flesh. "You're my entire world, Felicity. The rest of my life is devoted to taking care of you—" Oliver's hand moved restlessly over her stomach, a vaguely anxious smile touching his lips. "And any other passengers you might take on board."

Felicity was feeling a little overwhelmed in that moment. "I-I don't know what to hope for. We haven't talked babies yet. That felt like a later thing." They'd been decadently aimless in their present life. No talks of the future, just enjoying the unadulterated bliss of the now, after struggling so long to find their way to one another. A baby didn't allow for such notions. Babies meant plans and defined futures.

Oliver shrugged. "All laters become nows eventually. Our eventually was just a little shorter than we first thought."

She looked at him intently. "Did you… have you thought about babies, Oliver?"

"When I saw you with baby Sara the night she was born, I knew that was what I wanted." Oliver leant closer and pressed his forehead against hers. "And with who."

"If I'm pregnant, I probably just knocked your child unconscious," fretted Felicity. "Sure you're not rethinking the who part right about now?"

Oliver's forehead was still in contact with hers as he slowly shook his head. "Not even a little bit. You're my happily ever after, Felicity, and nothing could top that happiness other than being able to create new life to add to that ever after." He searched her face. "How do you feel about the possibility of being pregnant?"

"Overwhelmed, confused, scared, excited… cold." Goosebumps had risen on her naked flesh. Being shirtless in the Canadian woods, even in a cabin, could be a little chilly.

Oliver immediately wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back. "I never thought I'd be saying these words, but you need to put more clothes on." He loosened his hold on her, and then undid the zipper on his hoodie, draping it around Felicity's shoulders.

It was warm and smelt of Oliver, an instantly comforting pair of sensations.

"Felicity, I'm not trying to pressurize you, but I really need to go and look at that pregnancy test now. I need to know the level of panic I should be channeling into productive action."

"What if I'm not pregnant?" she stalled him. "Will you be upset or relieved?"

"If you're not pregnant, I won't be either. I'll just be happy to know that we'll have another chance to listen for that ping together, at a later date."

"And if I am pregnant?" she asked with a fair amount of trepidation.

"Then I'll be driving you to the nearest doctor at the safest break neck speed possible." Oliver's face dissolved in worry. "Does it hurt anywhere? Does anything feel wrong, internally I mean?"

"I don't know," said Felicity slowly. "You know how you don't notice anything until you focus on it, and then you're not sure if it was always like that, but you just hadn't noticed because you weren't thinking about it? I feel like that."

"But no stabbing pains or anything?" asked Oliver anxiously.

"Well, my butt is getting a little numb, but I don't think that's got anything to do with anything other than these floors are wooden."

Oliver grimaced. "I don't know if I should move you or not, just in case."

"I think we're overreacting," said Felicity tremulously. "Aren't we?"

"I don't know. You could be pregnant with my child. The last thing I want to do is underreact."

"I guess if we find out one way or the other, we'll know if we are under or overing the reaction situation," said Felicity unsteadily.

Oliver looked hopeful. "Does that mean I have permission to go and look at the pregnancy test and find out?"

Felicity bit her bottom lip, screwing up her face. "Yes. I guess… maybe… probably yes."

"I heard two yeses in there, I'm going with yes," said Oliver determinedly. "Stay still and ah… breath, that's what they tell pregnant women, right?"

"I believe breathing is pretty popular amongst non-pregnant women too," said Felicity unevenly.

Oliver stood up and went to move towards the bathroom. She clutched at his leg. "It's still in the box. I peed on it and put it back in the box. Bring it out, and we can look at it together."

Oliver nodded, and then he was hurrying to the bathroom, and returning a few seconds later, box in hand. He dutifully came back to sit beside her on the ground. Oliver put the box down in front of them. "Okay, so, we're doing this."

Felicity slipped her hand into his, squeezing it tightly. "Okay."

They both stared at the box, neither one moving for a long moment, the enormity of what could be revealed by one tiny stick hitting them both.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"Two blue lines."

The both continued to stare at the box.

"You know," said Oliver almost conversationally, "they say being pregnant makes a woman more frisky than usual." A smile played around his lips. "Can't say I wouldn't enjoy that."

"Oh please," snorted Felicity, "if I was any more frisky, you'd be dead."

Oliver's grin widened. "Totally worth it." He turned and looked at her. "I love you."

"I love you too," said Felicity emotionally. "I'm probably not, you know… pregnant I mean."

"But you could be."

"Not if you're sterile."

Oliver pursed his lips. "I don't feel like I am sterile."

"Does any man?"

"If I was sterile, I wouldn't have just gotten you pregnant."

"I don't know if I am pregnant," she reminded him breathlessly.

"Then we should probably look in the box, you know, kind of end the speculation."

"Promise me you won't be disappointed."

"If you're not pregnant?"

"If I'm not, if I am… either one."

"I won't be, Felicity. I'm just glad I'm doing this with the most important woman in the world to me." That intent look was back on his face. "What about you? Are you going to be disappointed?"

"I honestly couldn't tell you. My insides are kind of churning right now."

Oliver tensed beside her. "With nerves, right? Not with shooting pains or anything?"

Felicity heard the stress in Oliver's voice and knew if they didn't resolve this quickly, he might dissolve into some kind of panic attack. It was weird to think of Oliver being like that, but she could tell he was becoming more anxious by the moment. "Open the box."

Oliver kissed her, lips pressed against hers hard, as though this was the last chance they'd ever have. Like his life depended on it. Felicity returned it with all the love in her heart she had for him. Oliver broke the kiss and then, still holding onto her hand tightly, with his other hand, he reached out and shook out the white stick from the box. It landed face down on the floor. With a hand that Felicity couldn't help but notice was shaking slightly, he reached out and slowly turned it over. They both leaned forward, anxiously checking for the number of blue lines on that plastic stick. With one breath they breathed in, and then released it with a single, joint sound.

"Ohhh…"

A/N: Taking bets now – one blue line or two? Next chapter not far away, and thanks for reading. :D