Hello everyone and thank you for clicking on my story! This is my first time writing about Arrow! I thought it would be funny to see how Felicity might react if she found out she was pregnant and how she would tell Oliver.

So a few things you should know: I decided not to have William exist in this story. It's not because I don't like him or anything. I actually really love William and Felicity's dynamic on the show but I didn't really like how it all went down, so this story and most of any Arrow fanfics I do in the future will be basically 4x14 AU although Oliver still becomes Mayor.

So in my happy little world, Oliver and Felicity got married after she healed from her injury and Curtis installed the biochip. Felicity also changed Palmer Tech into Queen Consolidated only changing the name slightly to Queen Incorporated where she is the CEO

Also for the duration of this story, Sara did not become the captain of the waverider. Instead, she stayed on with team arrow and she, Thea, Laurel, and Felicity are best friends/sisters.

Anyways that's it for my ramble and I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. Oliver and Felicity are probably a little OOC, partly because I don't have much experience writing Arrow stories and partly because for how wanted the story to go, they kind of had to be.

Love ya bunches!

Summary-When Felicity finds out she's expecting, she heads to Oliver's office to tell him the news. Chapter 1 of a Five plus One story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Oliver Queen or Arrow, unfortunately.

Chapter 1: At the Office

With shaking hands, Felicity slowly sank down into her second favorite spiny chair (her first was located in the foundry) behind her desk at Queen Incorporated. She glanced through the glass walls to where her EA's desk sat and was thankful that she had waited to take the test during lunch while Garry was out.

When she first suspected that she might be pregnant she sat on the couch in the living room that connected to her and Oliver's bedroom for an hour contemplating that if she was pregnant at least the universe was being kind to them for once because no one was actively trying to kill Oliver (or anyone from team Arrow) meaning it was about as peaceful as their lives got. Then she spent another hour thinking about how she hoped she hadn't jinxed it and about how in the world she was going to convince Oliver that they could protect a baby even with their night jobs

When she finally did get up the nerve to buy a pregnancy test she was late for a meeting and had to stash all five of them, nobody could say she wasn't through, in her purse. It took her another two days to actually take the tests, half of her hoping Oliver would find them, so she didn't have to do it alone and half of her relieved that he didn't.

And that's why she sat in her (second) favorite spiny chair, her face pale and heart beating so fast that she thought it might burst from her chest, even if she knew that was physically impossible because all five of her tests told her in some form or fashion that she was pregnant.

Once she managed to shake herself out of the paralyzing shock she decided coffee was exactly what she needed at the moment to help her process the not unwelcome but very unexpected life changer.

She was halfway through making her self a huge pot of the coffee Oliver gets her (she's fairly certain it costs more than some people's monthly salary, but it tastes like heaven, so she ignores that fact) when she realizes that the exceptional tasting coffee also has exceptional amounts of caffeine.

Pregnant people couldn't have caffeine, could they? She remembered that Lyla had avoided it when she was pregnant. But she had had coffee yesterday morning and when was the last time she drank wine!? And there were probably hundreds of other rules she didn't know about and were probably breaking right now, well maybe not right now but soon, or maybe she already had. She hadn't (knowingly) been a mother for 10 minutes and she was already failing horribly.

Felicity barely made it to her own personal bathroom before she was ridding herself of the half-eaten breakfast she had managed to stomach that morning because she had had what she now knew was morning sickness…because she was pregnant and there would be a baby to take care of in approximately 8ish or so months. A totally helpless little person who relied fully on her to keep it alive. She may have totally rocked growing fungus for biology but let's be real that was nothing compared to taking care of a child!

She dove for the toilet for a second round.

Once she didn't feel like upchucking stomach bile, she took a fortifying breath and picked herself up from the cold tile, taking her toothbrush that she kept there for emergencies and brushed her teeth. Bracing her arms on the marble counter, she looked at her pale reflection and let out a choked sound that was part laugh and part happy sob.

"We're having a baby," Felicity whispered incredulously.

What she had only ever experienced in TV shows and vlogs on YouTube was becoming a reality except her life was far less white picket fence and a lot more 'So this weeks' bad guy is a crazy demonic psychopath probably connected to someone from Oliver's past. Perfectly normal, Oh and I ordered some new assault guns. They were half-off!'

Not that she didn't want a baby. Sure, her and Oliver had talked about having children someday but she was pretty sure that both of them thought 'someday' would be a very long, far off 'someday'. After the city was safe enough for Oliver to hang up his hood (who were they kidding? Star City would never be safe enough for the Arrow to leave). How was a newborn going to fit into their crazy lives? And Oliver. She had to tell him…

How was she going to tell Oliver?

Her face lost the color she had regained, "Oh, God! What am I going to tell Oliver?"

She dove for the toilet for a third round.

The Mayor's offices were always busy no matter what time of the day you dropped in, even if it was midnight, you were sure to find someone hard at work going through countless letters, emails and documents that needed attention, so it was no surprise when Felicity walked into the impressive marble building that she was greeted with the organized chaos that their lives seemed to thrive on.

There were people everywhere, going in and out of meetings, briskly walking across the lobby with stacks of paper, lawyers with briefcases all working to help Oliver try to make the city a better place for the citizens of Star City.

"Mrs. Queen!" Holly, the receptionist looked up from her desk in the middle of the room.

When Felicity first met her, she wondered if she had stepped out of a movie with her grey hair piled on top of her head and her glasses around her neck connected with a gold chain. Holly was perfect, not only did she look the part, but she handled every visitor, nut job or no, with a firm kindness (and possibly a cookie).

"Mayor Queen didn't say you were stopping by."

She gave her a smile, "I didn't know myself until this afternoon. Do you know if he's out of his meeting yet?"

"I saw him head back to his office a few minutes ago. I think he was about to get lunch," The elder lady looked at her with concern, "Is everything all right, dear? You look a little pale."

Felicity's eyes went wide before she stammered "Ha Ha Ha… I'm not pale, it must be the lighting in here or maybe I'm not getting enough sun. Or maybe I have some weird disease that's caused by a deficiency in Vitamin D? I hope not because I wouldn't want something to happen to the ba-" She cut herself off and tried to cover frantically by squeaking out, "the beach trip."

'Nice save, Queen' she thought miserably, biting her lip, hoping that Holly would ignore the obvious slip-up.

She wasn't even five minutes in and she had managed to almost let slip the biggest news she had ever had to her husband's secretary! She had to tell Oliver before she accidentally told a reporter and all of Star City knew before he did. That would be a disaster and just her luck.

Holly looked at her with equal amounts of skepticism and amusement, "Whatever you say. Now, how about a cookie?"

"Yes!" The blonde managed not to shout.

She wasn't feeling nauseous, in fact, she was quite hungry, and she was too smart to pass the opportunity to get something in her stomach. Besides, if there ever was a time to splurge on chocolate bliss, it had to be now.

Armed with a cookie in her hand and one in her mouth she decided she had better leave before she took them all or before she started talking again. She didn't want to take any more chances.

As she walked through the familiar marble hallways she thought she could feel people's eyes on her and briefly wondered if everyone could suddenly read her mind but then she reasoned with herself that that wasn't very logical but then again, they were in Star City and they have had the occasional Central City visitor. She hoped not, Barry could keep his Meta-humans; the team had enough crazies who were without powers to deal with.

But seeing as how no one was freaking out or shouting to the world that she was pregnant or anything weird like that she doubted that they had an escaped Central City psycho meta on their hands.

When she finally got to Oliver's office and the big double doors that were labeled 'Mayor Oliver Queen' which had never seemed more foreboding (to her at least; she had seen more than a few interns and even some of the younger lawyers and deputy mayors run out of his office with a petrified look plastered on their face. She assumed that Oliver had gotten frustrated and used his arrow-y voice) she felt like it had been an eternity since she found out she was pregnant but in reality, it had only been a few hours.

Taking a deep breath, Felicity gave herself a quick pep talk and pushed open the door.

Oliver was in deep conversation with two of his deputy mayors she vaguely remembered meeting, but she had slept since then and no offense to Bob and Gorge over there, but she had way more important things to remember therefore she had not stored them into the folder in her brain marked vital information.

Oliver's eyes flicked over to where she was standing, his muscles tense but upon confirming it was her, he relaxed. She gave him a small smile, trying not to show her nerves and she must have somewhat succeeded because he gave her a smile in return and shifted his focus back onto whatever the two men were discussing.

While she was slightly disappointed that she would have to wait in agony for a few more minutes she put the time to good use and tried to come up with convincing arguments she could present to Oliver about why a baby would be a good idea and how to break the news to him.

Should she state her case first and then spring the news on him or should she just blurt 'I'm pregnant' and play it from ear?

The more and more she thought about it the more and more she started to think that she had rushed into this way too soon and that maybe she should have researched something-anything-about having a baby and while she was at it, maybe she could have researched an option where she didn't have to tell Oliver in person.

Or maybe she could wait like, 5ish months before she told him? By then, she should be as comfortable as she was going get at the prospect of being a mother.

Felicity was brought out of her thoughts by Oliver calling her name over and over again.

"Wh- Yeah, Yes!" She jumped and clutched the straps of her purse.

Why was she here again?-Oh yeah, I need to tell Oliver I'm pregnant.

"Felicity, are you okay?" Oliver wore a concerned expression and grabbed her shoulders gently.

She blinked owlishly a few times, nodding numbly, "Yup, I'm fine. What would make you ask me a question like that?"

He raised an eyebrow, "I don't know? Maybe the fact that I've been calling your name for about a minute and you weren't responding or that you didn't tell me you were stopping by which is totally fine, but you normally tell me if you are. Besides, you have that crinkle between your eyes."

Felicity looked around his large office and noticed that they were alone. Huh, when did that happen?

"They left a few minutes ago. They both spoke to you, but you seemed oblivious."

It was like he could read her thoughts. Maybe there was something to her Meta-human theory after all.

"Oops?" She offered sheepishly, hoping that he would just drop it so maybe she could ease him into the terrifying concept of Star City's friendly neighborhood crime-fighting, drug-busting vigilantes were going to become parents.

"What's wrong, Honey?" Oliver asked softly, wrapping his arms loosely around her waist.

"Can't a wife come to surprise her hard-working husband?"

He gave her a look, "I know what you're trying to do. You're deflecting but you aren't getting away with it that easily."

A knock on the door saved her from answering and she mentally thanked whoever it was. Oliver, however, didn't look like he was moving until he got an answer.

"Aren't you going to get that?"

His dark eyes bore into hers with a knowing look that made her more nervous than she already was, "Don't think this lets you off the hook. I know something's weighing on you."

Oliver moved behind his desk and sat down, "Come in."

Katy, the Chief Communications Officer for the Mayor's Offices came in with a stack of manila folders that she could barely see over, "I have an insane amount press releases for you to look over about the new precinct in the Glades and the upgrade to the city budgets."

She sat her load down with a thud right in front of Oliver, completely obscuring him from view, "Wow, Katy. That's a lot of press releases."

She waved him off, "This is nothing. You should have seen the stack of folders I had during the Sabastian Blood disaster."

Katy glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Felicity who was standing off to the side, fidgeting with the strap on her handbag.

"Mrs. Queen," She raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile, "I didn't know you were here."

Felicity shrugged, "I was fed up with the board trying to convince me to drop the bid on Kord Industries. It might be a little bit of a risk, but I think it will pay off, however, some people don't like taking risks. Especially when money's involved."

Katy chuckled, "I've come to realize that most men who work in suits can be difficult," She glanced meaningfully towards Oliver, "but I'm sure you know all about that."

Felicity grinned at Oliver's exasperated frown, "Yep, I think Oliver takes the cake though."

Oliver's features morphed from exasperated to betrayal, "I wasn't that bad."

Felicity raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms, "Uh-huh. Who had to endure the trademark Oliver Queen broodiness and tardiness for a year and was given little to no credit? And now, who has to deal with juggling both of our schedules and taking your calls when you're busy at the house?"

Katy and Oliver looked at her strangely and Felicity's ears got a little pink at the realization she had put more heat into it than she had intended.

She was blaming pregnancy hormones.

Thankfully neither one of them mentioned it and there was an awkward silence before Katy excused herself leaving Oliver and Felicity alone again.

Oliver studied her, and Felicity did her best not to fidget. She knew he knew something was up, but she didn't think that even he would be able to guess what she had to tell him. It was way too out of the blue. As the seconds ticked by she found herself trying to build some much-needed confidence when Oliver broke the silence.

"Alright, Katy's gone. What's the matter?" He came back over to Felicity and ran his hand down her cheek.

Felicity sighed, "Why do you think something's the matter."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, "I know you, Felicity and you've been acting very strange ever since you walked into my office."

"What if I just wanted to have lunch with you?"

"I would love for you to have lunch with me but that doesn't explain why you're so…jumpy."

Felicity bit her lip and tried to ignore Oliver's concerned gaze. She didn't know why she was so nervous. Sure, this was unexpected, and they had never really talked about starting a family, but she'd seen the way Oliver lit up when he was around kids so surely he would be happy about a child of his own even if he moonlighted as the Green Arrow.

She took a deep breath, "Oliver, hon. I have something I need to tell you and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

"Did you find something on Banks? Has he kidnapped another child?"

The blonde opened her mouth dumbfounded then closed it again. That was the last thing she had expected Oliver to say. She hadn't even thought about the newest serial child kidnapper since last night when she set up her search parameters.

Felicity felt her stomach sink. Now that she had been reminded of him she felt even more pressure to nab Banks since she was carrying a child of her own.

Oliver must have sensed her sudden panic because he grabbed her by the elbows and had an extremely worried look on his face, "Felicity, are you okay? What happened?"

"N-nothing happened. Bank's still a no-show," She managed to stutter out.

"Your pale face says otherwise."

It was now or never. Felicity closed her eyes briefly and took a breath, "I came down here to tell you something, sweetheart and I'm just trying to tell you, but you aren't..."

Oliver raised his eyebrows in disbelief and irritation, "What has Roy done now?"

Felicity felt like stomping her healed foot like a two-year-old who wasn't getting her way. This wasn't going at all the way she planned, "Roy hasn't done anything, at least anything that I'm aware of. Why would you think that?"

Oliver looked at her suspiciously, "You only call me sweetheart when you want something or when Roy's in trouble. The last time that happened I had to do some very sketchy negotiation with a very big man that spoke at least 10 different languages in the same sentence and had tattoos all over his face and arms to get Roy out of a questionable looking dog pound."

"So, if it isn't that, then what do you want. If you want a new tablet you know you don't have to ask me."

The blonde grimaced, "No, I don't want a new tablet," She was about to just blurt out her news when, of course, that frosted-glass door opened, and a caterer came in with what she assumed was Oliver's lunch.

Felicity didn't know whether to scream or to cry, she felt like doing both but that was definitely not how she wanted Oliver to find out about the baby.

"I ordered sushi. Would you like some?" Oliver opened the container and started dishing out sushi rolls onto two plates.

Well, she might have wanted some but as soon as she caught a whiff of the raw fish and wasabi all she wanted to do was run to the nearest bathroom.

"No, thanks," She managed to get out, her hand pressed tightly against her mid-section.

Oliver turned around from his place at the desk, "Are you okay Felicity? You look a little green."

Deciding she had better get out of there before she lost it all over the marble floor, Felicity muttered, "Never mind," and left.

Her heels clicked down the hallway, as she was taking deep breaths and trying to keep the tears at bay, hoping no one would stop her. She managed to make it to the lobby when she heard those familiar footsteps running after her.

"Felicity!" Oliver had caught up to her and took her elbow, staring into her eyes worriedly, "What on earth? Honey, I didn't mean to make you upset. Whatever it is, whatever you want to buy. It's alright."

He smiled at her encouragingly, "Just use your judgment."

"My-my judgment!" Felicity spluttered out in shock between tears. There were people milling about but she honestly didn't care, unless reporters started to show up but for the moment she didn't see didn't any cameras.

"Oliver," She sniffed, "I came down here during my lunch to tell you something very important, but you won't give me a chance."

He thumbed some of her tears away, "I'm sorry. I'm listening now. Hold on," Oliver looked around the large room that despite their scene, was quite full and very noisy.

He took a deep breath and held up a hand, "Everyone! Be quiet, please. My wife came to tell me something very important so please calm down for just a moment."

Felicity's eyes widened and she looked around to see about 50 people staring at them. What had happened to the Oliver she knew? The one who was super private and so attuned to her feelings?

She wasn't about to tell him here with everyone listening. This whole thing was a terrible idea. She needed to go home, regroup and come up with some better way to tell Oliver he would be a dad in a matter of months.

Now, she had to come up with a clever excuse to get out of there.

"Do you know what time it is?"

Yeah, Felicity! Killing it with those top-notch excuses. This ranked right up there with 'I ran out of sports bottles'.

Now everyone was looking at her like she was crazy. She didn't blame them. She was starting to consider that maybe she really was crazy and that's why all of this was happening.

Because, seriously? What was so complicated about telling your significant other that you were expecting? Everything, apparently.

"Felicity, dear. You didn't come all the way to city hall for the time when you can just look at your phone or your tablet or a computer or a clock or your watch. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

Oliver placed the back of his hand on her forehead.

She swiped away her tears and put on her most convincing smile, "I've got a meeting. What time is it?"

Someone from the crowd called out, "2:30."

This time Felicity wasn't trying to make up an excuse, she really did have a meeting with her board and if she didn't leave then, she was going to be late.

"Crap! I have got to go," She kissed Oliver on the jaw, "You know how the board gets when they have to wait."

Felicity hurried down the lobby, feeling all the eyes following her, especially Oliver's bewildered stare and she knew that she had to think of some way to tell him and fast because he was not going to let this go.

So there it was. My first attempt at writing a Green Arrow story. There are going to be five chapters after this one as soon as I can write them. I will tell you right now that I'm not super great at updating in a timely matter but I'm going to try to change that (knock on wood).

I hope you enjoyed Felicity's first of many attempts at telling Oliver she was pregnant. Please leave me a review to tell me what you liked and disliked about my writing style and things that I can work on. When I was writing this story I was trying to capture Felicity's rambling humor but I'm not sure if I totally succeeded. Sometimes it felt like it did and sometimes it just sounded weird. I did try run-on non-sensical sentences on purpose to try and imitate Felicity's thinking process. Let me know how you think it worked out!

I also borrowed the 'What time is it' excuse from I Love Lucy's episode about Lucy finding out she's pregnant. Without fail, I always use that episode when writing a pregnancy story it seems.

Thanks so much for taking the time to give it a read!

Love, Freckles