A/N: Hey guys! As a bit of an apology for being absent for so long, I wrote a little one-shot about Oliver and Felicity's time at FCA. It's pretty short, but it's a little fluffy and funny, so I hope you'll all enjoy it!

I might turn this into a series of one-shots if I get inspired, feel free to send prompts! The title comes from a quote that I read on Joseph Gordon Levitt's twitter, and since I don't know who else it might belong to, I'm going to attribute it to him: "I love the in-between moments, the unscripted, unplanned collisions of laughter. Not tainted by agenda, or tailored, just honest, and open."

This particular bit is set right after Christmas break in A Sunless Garden, so anyone who hasn't read that might want to go do that first!

"I'm sorry, let me get this straight…" Felicity said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You broke into what you thought was Tommy's house–"

"To be fair, I was drunk. Very drunk," Oliver interrupted, looking sheepish. They were in her room, which Katie had wisely vacated once it became clear that Oliver had something to confess.

Felicity glared at him. "You broke into a house, and then you, Tommy and Laurel proceeded to have a party in the Jacuzzi."

Oliver nodded. Felicity crossed her arms.

"And you did all this while you and Laurel were supposed to babysit her neighbor's cat… And because of that…?"

Oliver winced at her tone. "Yeah. My parents decided I needed to learn something about being responsible for someone else…"

"I still don't see what this has to do with me!"

Wringing his hands, Oliver looked anywhere but at her. "Well… You know how, in health class everyone has to take one of those electronic babies home?"

She was fairly sure the question was rhetorical, but he looked like he was waiting for her to acknowledge it. "Sure," she said.

"Uhm… my parents thought it was a good idea for me to join in that assignment."

Felicity narrowed her eyes. She had a feeling of where this was going, but she desperately hoped she was wrong. "And…?"

"Uhm… the teacher explained that it was an assignment meant for two people, and he wouldn't let me do it by myself, so… somehow… you got volunteered?"

"What!?" Felicity shouted. "What do you mean, I – I don't have time to take care of a fake baby! I have four AP classes, Oliver, I'm barely keeping up with the work as it is!"

He winced. "I know, and I'm sorry, I promise to do most of the work, it's just… If I get one more misdemeanor added to my record, they're going to kick out of the school, and… I kind of like it here…"

Felicity deflated. How could she stay mad at him when he was rubbing the back of his neck like that, and looking so defeated? She sighed. "Okay, fine. But I'll do my part, I shudder to think what would happen to a baby that you raised by yourself."

Oliver looked up and beamed at her. That her heart did a little flip had nothing to do with the situation. "Really? Thank you, Felicity!" he pulled her into a hug and once again her heart did a completely unrelated little jig. "You're the best!

She let herself hug him back, comfortable in his arms, even though the hug was completely platonic. "Sure thing, Oliver."

He leaned back. "You're still getting credit for it, you know, so even in the unlikely event that your brilliant mind has trouble keeping up with your other coursework, you'll still keep your GPA."

She grinned at him. "Good. Otherwise you'd have to explain to Mr Hardison why I hadn't finished my program design."

He grimaced. "Yeah, I'm going to leave the nerdy stuff to you."

Sitting back on the couch, Felicity mulled over their new assignment. "You know, our baby is going to be pretty amazing, my smarts and your looks–" And then she realized what she'd said. "Not that it would really be our baby – I mean, it's a fake baby! But even if it wasn't, it's not like I was imagining what our babies would look like, because that would be wrong – not that anything that came from you could really be wrong, but – Gah! That sounded so wrong!" she babbled, getting more flustered by the second. "Please, please stop me when I do that!"

As usual, Oliver just looked amused, and – thankfully – not overly insulted or disgusted. "It's okay. Our babies would be awesome!" he joked. Felicity rolled her eyes and bumped his shoulder.

"So what do you want to name her?" she asked.

"Name who?" He was so adorable when he was confused.

"The fake baby, Oliver," she explained with an eye-roll. "We can't just keep calling it 'baby'."

He frowned. "Who says it's a her? I was thinking Connor. I like that name."

A soft smile found its way to Felicity's lips. "It's a good name. But what if it's a girl?"

It was Oliver's turn to roll his eyes. "It's a fake baby, can't we just pick the gender?"

"Well, since I'm going to be a mom, I want to have my bases covered. I was thinking Emily for a girl and Liam for a boy."

"Liam? We're not Irish, Felicity, we're not naming our son Liam."

Felicity huffed. "Fine. Emily or Connor, then?"

Oliver grinned at her. "Okay, deal. Emily or Connor Queen."

"And who says they get to have your name? Emily and Connor Smoak sounds way better!" she protested, hands on her hips and eyes narrowed.

"I'm their dad, they should have my name! Think about it; the CEO of Queen Consolidated can hardly not have the Queen name!"

Pursing her lips, Felicity thought about that. "Oh fine. But you're going to have to make an honest woman out of me first."

And, of course, right at that moment, Katie and Cody walked in. Katie stared. "Did we miss anything?"

Felicity and Oliver looked at each other… and promptly burst out laughing. Felicity was just glad that beneath all the laughter, no one would notice her blush.

A/N: Tell me what you think!