Anon prompt: "Hey! So I have an olicity prompt if you're interested: denial of pregnancy, they find out when she's seven months along. Can be established relationship or not, up to you :) (thanks in advance!)"

Genre: Fluff :)

It was a moment of weakness, for both of them. He lost his mother not that long ago and she was kidnapped and almost killed by Slade. It was amazing, she couldn't deny that but she knew it was just two people finding consolation in one another. So they had sex, it felt so right in that moment but so wrong the next morning. He acted as if nothing happened, and so did she. They didn't talk about it, never told anyone and just wanted to leave it behind. But when months passed, two to be precise, she started feeling different. She was getting more sensitive lately, she was always hungry and she was constantly sick and tired. She thought at first it was flu or something like that so she went to see a doctor.

"Congratulations." The doctor walked it holding a file in his hands.

"I'm sorry, what?!" No, this was not happening, she thought. "Please tell me you are congratulating me because I have flu." She begged the doctor who was looking confused and amused at the same time.

"You're pregnant."

"What?! Pregnant as in I have a little human inside of my belly?" She asked as if a different kind of pregnancy existed.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure that's what pregnant means." The doctor left the room, leaving Felicity alone to process everything.

It was just a moment of weakness. And now she was pregnant. Because of one night with Oliver, her whole life turned upside down. She was going to tell him. She really was. But every time she tried she just couldn't get those words out of her mouth. She thought he was going to hate her and leave her just like her father left her and her mum. So she kept it to herself. She wore baggy clothes, sweatshirts, anything that could cover up her everyday larger belly.

Oliver became suspicious. She never wore such baggy clothes, she was never so afraid to go out in the field and she was never going to the doctor's appointments so frequently. He thought she was ill, and always feared the worst. He knew if she wanted to tell him, she would, but he just couldn't wait around for her to never come to the foundry one day and when he would come to her apartment he would find her unconscious on the floor or worse. So he confronted her.

"Felicity, I need to talk to you." Oliver grabbed her by her hand pulling her closer to him when everyone else left the foundry. He saw her larger than usual belly and thought that gaining weight was probably the symptom of her illness.

"Yeah, sure. What's up Oliver?" She said with her always cheerful voice. Even though she was irritated most of the time, she always remained calm and joyful.

"Is there something you want to tell me?" Oliver pulled her closer. So close that she would fell his body radiating warmth.

Oh, no, no, no. He found out. What was she supposed to do now? Oliver doesn't want a baby, at least not right now, and definitely not with her. Or that's what she thought. "What do you mean?" She knew acting stupid isn't going to work with Oliver but she had to try something.

"Are you dying Felicity?" Oliver felt a tear form in his eye.

Wait, what? He thinks she is dying? Well pregnancy and having a baby is hard and painful but why would he think she was dying.

Oliver caught Felicity's confused look so he continued. "You have been so distant these days, always going to doctor's appointments, you get angry fast, cry a lot and I just thought," Oliver paused as he swallow the bile forming in his throat, " I thought you might be sick, like cancer or some other aggressive illness."

"Oh, no, Oliver, I'm not dying. I mean I could die; after all there are dangerous people out there. Even though statistically looking there is a greater chance of me falling and hitting my head or being in a car accident than getting killed by someone, but what I was going to say is, I'm not sick." Felicity rambled.

Now that was his Felicity. He hugged her and whispered, "If there is something that you want or need to tell me, you can."

After that few months passed and she just wasn't able to keep it anymore. She was already seven months pregnant and her belly was now more than obvious. But Oliver and Digg had different things on their minds and they never noticed until the dinner party Oliver's sister Thea organized. Oliver, Diggle, Felicity, Sara, Roy and Thea were all at the same table that was filled with food and wine. The waiter was pouring wine to everyone at that table until it came to Felicity. "No, thanks. I'll just have water." As she said she felt five confused looks on her. It became so clear to everyone and she was only able to blush.

"Felicity, you gained weight, you're always going on doctor's appointments and now you don't drink wine. You do know where I'm going with this?" Sara was the first one to speak.

"I, uhm, I know. I wanted to tell you guys before but I just couldn't." Felicity bit her lip and stared at her plate.

"How long?" Diggle asked.

"I'm seven months pregnant." She regretted saying it. She knew that Oliver is calculating in his mind and soon he will realize that she is carrying his child. "I need to stretch my legs." Felicity got out of her chair and was making her way to the balcony before Oliver could come to his realization.

She was taken aback by the astonishing scenery in front of her. It was dark, moon and stars were being the only sources of light. And it was so peaceful, she wanted to enjoy it as much as she could before someone came looking for her. But that happened a lot sooner than she expected.

"Is it mine?" Oliver rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, it is." She turned to him, tears falling down her check. "I wanted to tell you. But I was so afraid."

"Of what?"

"Of you hating me for getting pregnant, even though it's actually your fault just as much as it is mine but I was afraid, and of you not wanting to have a kid now and with me, so I thought you will leave me just like my father left my mum and me and I was afraid of…"

"Shh, you don't have to be afraid anymore, okay. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." He cut her off.

"I'm sorry." She hugged him and buried her face into his chest.

"Hey, don't worry. We are going to raise this child. We are going to love it and we are going to protect it with all our life. Nothing bad will ever happen to this child as long as we raise it together." Oliver reached for her belly, not quite believing that he made something so amazing. He rested his hand on her belly just in time to feel a tiny little kick coming from his little child.

"She's a real kicker, like her father." Felicity smiled. All of the fear and anxiety was gone. She knew he was going to keep his promise and they will raise their daughter with love.

"She? We are having a daughter?" His eyes were full of tears, but tears of joy of course. If someone asked him a month ago if he was ready to be a father he would say "Hell no" but this was different. This was his and Felicity's daughter. This was something that he and the woman he loves created and that was enough for him to make him stay and take care of his two favourite girls.

"We're having a daughter." She replied still feeling Oliver's hand on their unborn baby, just resting there assuring her that he will always be there for both of them.