The title says it all, believe me. ;

All mistakes are mine as I don't have beta.

It was hot sunny afternoon in the middle of July and there were twelve people – seven adults and five kids – playing football in the garden in Queen's Mansion. It was their way how to celebrate Felicity's birthday. There would be a party in the evening for the adults but as they wanted to involve the kids they spent the afternoon all together. It was their tradition.

„Soph, kick the ball to daddy," called Oliver softly. He used this tone when he was talking to his kids.

He stood barely one meter from his two years old daughter and waited patiently for her kick. He focused all his attention to her and Felicity took the advantage of that moment to take a picture of her husband and their daughter.

Sophie didn't listen to her dad and kicked the ball to her brother standing nearby. She might be just two but she was aware her big brother would be happy by her action, her daddy would chase her and her mummy would laugh. The youngest person of those thirteen people was very clever.

"Well done, princess," said Roy when she ran past him on her short legs. She giggled and just then Oliver caught her, took her to his arms and fell to the grass with her. He started to tickle her which made her laugh, squeal and call for her mummy.

"Dad's being silly," said Robbie to his mum, shaking his head while watching his dad and younger sister.

Felicity looked at her son with a smile. "Why don't you kick the ball and score?" she suggested with a mischief written on her face.

The boy frowned. "But it would be cheating! Nobody's paying attention."

Felicity sighed. She didn't know what to do. Her six years old took everything seriously and Felicity personally didn't think it was good for him; she thought he should have more fun. "Fine, I'm going to do it by myself," she shrugged and gave the little boy a wink. She quickly moved to the ball placed unnoticed behind her son, kicked it and scored the goal.

"It's not fair! Mum's cheating!" cried Robbie loudly as Felicity had her victory dance.

"Oh, come on, darling! It was fun. Your dad would do the same thing. You have to stop being so serious," said Felicity and grabbed his hand.

"But you keep saying cheating is wrong!" he pointed out.

Felicity could feel eleven pairs of eyes on herself. She squirmed. "Yeah, but," she took a breath, "this is just a game. You're not on the actual pitch. This isn't the real match. Besides it wasn't cheating." Felicity was interrupted by Oliver's cough. She rolled her eyes. "They shouldn't watch daddy and Sophie, they should pay attention. It was their fault."

Robbie looked around as if he was looking for the reassuring that his mum was right. Everybody just shrugged slightly and then Diggle said: "Mummy's right. We should watch the game and not those two sillies."

Felicity mouthed thanks, Digg and then she smiled triumphantly at her husband who just shook his head in disbelief.

The six year old boy stood there with a thoughtful look on his face. After a few moments he looked at his mum and then at his dad. He nodded. "Ok. If Uncle John says so then it must be true," said Robbie.

Oliver sat on the grass, his daughter on his lap and shocked look on his face. His look didn't escape Felicity's attention. She knew exactly what Oliver had been thinking. He thought that he was suddenly replaced by Digg. He was worried that his son didn't think that he was the coolest guy in the world anymore.

Felicity walked over to Oliver. She sat next to him and kissed him lightly. "No one can replace you," she assured him.

He gave her a sad smile. "Someone will one day."

"Oliver, Robbie loves you! Sure, he loves his uncles too but you are his dad. Man who'd held him just a couple minutes after he was born. You're the one who stayed up all night with him when he was sick so I could have some sleep. And," she winked, "you're the Green Arrow. He adores that guy!"

"I'm not telling him!" snapped Oliver with a frown.

Felicity touched his forearm. "I know. But if you want to...one day...I'll support you. Although then Robbie would want to be the Green Arrow junior and I don't think I'll ever be ready for that." She frowned at that thought. No, Felicity really didn't want her son risking his life but if it was his decision she would be supportive. But she would make sure he knew what he had been signing himself for.

"I won't allow that," he assured her.

Felicity smiled. "I don't think you will have much saying in it." She shrugged. "He's your son after all."

Oliver looked at her. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know what it means. He's just like you. He wants to help people and he would do anything to reach that goal. He's just too young to do it your way." She gave him sad half smile.

Sophie, who slipped off of Oliver's lap minutes ago, chose that moment to call for Felicity. "Mummy! Daisies! Make a wreath! Please!"

"Coming, sweetie," she called back then turn to her husband. "Don't worry about Robbie now, okay?" She kissed him before getting up and walking down the garden to Sophie.