"Hmm, Rocky Road?" Felicity browsed through the convenience store ice cream supply. "Mint Chocolate Chip, Mint Chocolate Chip, Chocolate Chip, Cookies & Cream, Chocolate Swirl, a-ha!" she pumped a fist in the air in triumph. She reached into the freezer, stacking carton after carton of Rocky Road on top of the other and pulled it to her. When her arms were full she used her foot to close the freezer door back.

A shrill yelp escaped Felicity's lips when she turned around confronted with a familiar face that looked particularly angry with her.

"Oliver!" Felicity squeaked. "What are you doing here?"

"Me? What are you doing here? I wake up to find my wife gone. You better believe I was going to come looking for you. "

"How did you even find me?" Felicity's eyes widened. "Did you put a tracker on me?"

Oliver's silence was answer enough. "Oliver!"

"We have enemies, Felicity. I feel better knowing I'll always be able to find you."

"Ugh, you're crazy!" She wanted to throw something at him but the only thing she had in her hand at the moment was her beloved Rocky Road and she wasn't about to throw that at him.

"No, honey, the crazy one would be you," Oliver responded.

"Excuse me, is there a problem here?"

Felicity turned to see the store clerk looking at her in concern and shooting Oliver narrow-eyed suspicious looks.

"No, everything's fine," Felicity assured him with a smile. "We're fine."

"Are you kidding me? We are not fine!" Oliver sounded both frustrated and exasperated. "It is not okay that you disappeared from our bed in the middle of the night. Especially in your condition."

"Oliver, I'm pregnant not dying," Felicity said flatly.

"I'm just gonna go." The clerk mumbled, coming to the conclusion their argument was none of his business, the heavily pregnant lady was clearly not in danger however neither Felicity or Oliver paid him any mind.

"I know that," Oliver took the cartons of ice cream from her. "But waking up finding you gone was terrifying. You didn't even leave a note."

Felicity cringed. Okay, in hindsight she should have left a note to keep her husband from thinking the worst. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. You were sleeping and you had a rough night out there tonight, I wanted you to rest but I woke up craving Rocky Road. We were out. I was going to get some and be back before you even realized I had left."

"Felicity, I don't care how exhausted I am, if you need something I want you to tell me. I would be more than happy to get up in the middle of the night and get you whatever you want." Oliver said earnestly, his eyes pleading with her to understand where he was coming from.

Felicity stretched her hand out, cupping his cheek. It was like calming the beast. The tension left Oliver, his shoulders dropping instantly, eyes sliding shut, leaning into her touch, sighing softly. "Okay, I promise. The next time I get a craving or if I want something I'll ask you to get it for me."

Oliver opened his eyes, the tenderness in them so soft as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. "I couldn't handle it if something were to happen to you or the baby." he placed her stack of Rocky Road ice cream on the shelf behind him, turning back to her, his hand came up to cup her cheek, he placed his other hand over her rounded stomach. "I couldn't," he repeated with an ache in his voice that ripped at her heart, making her own chest ache for him in turn.

"It won't." Felicity pressed her lips to his comfortingly.

Oliver slid his hand around her waist, tugging her as close as he could, her stomach, their unborn baby between them, letting her love wash over him and soothe his fears until all that remained was her love.

A/N: I have more dialogue prompts. I might post them though I'm not sure that.

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