A/N: Alright, let's be honest. I watched the interview from EBR at the upfronts some time ago and I couldn't get her answer to the pregnancy question out of my head. Now I know that this isn't gonna happen like this, but what if it did? The thought of Felicity coming back pregnant and probably struggling intrigued me and I went ahead and tried to come up with something. Originally, this was only supposed to be like 4-5 chapters, but I'm already writing the sixth and I'm not halfway where I wanna be, so bear with me.

The focus of the story is definitely the pregnancy, but I do try to answer a couple of other questions along the way too.

This may also fit well with all the answer we got from ComicCon last weekend, concerning domestic-Oliver + stay-at-home Oliver and little couple fights.

I'm still writing, so I don't have a schedule for the story yet, but I'll try not to take too long!

Thanks goes to my beta reader Afsaint, who is doing a fabulous job at fixing my grammar.

Tearing the box in front of him open, Oliver sighed. More books. How could one person possibly own so many books? Grabbing the top one, he read the title '10-day Green Smoothie Cleanse: Lose Up to 15 Pounds in 10 Days!' and a frown appeared on his forehead. Why would Felicity need to lose any weight? Maybe she had gained some pounds on their road trip together over the last five months, but he didn't mind on bit. He himself had gained a few pounds and his abs had slightly lessened much to Felicity's dismay, but they agreed to go running together and to work out more now that they were home.

Putting the book into the shelf, he grabbed another one, 'The Skinnytaste Cookbook: Light on calories, Big on Flavor'. In the time they've been on the road together, he never saw her cook once, yet she seemed to have a box full of cookbooks. He made a metal note to ask her about it when she came home later, concentrating on unpacking as many boxes as possible.

He had exactly one more hour until Felicity would come home from work and his goal was it to unpack the remaining boxes in the living room. There were two more standing on his left side labeled books and one closer to the TV labeled DVDs. Looking at the shelf in front of him, which was already stacked with box, he put the cookbooks back into the box, grabbing the box and bringing it into the open kitchen area.

Now that Felicity literally owned his company and they moved back to Starling City, they decided to move in together officially. Instead of him just moving into her townhouse, they had decided for a penthouse close to Palmer Technologies, making it easy for Felicity to go to work. In fact, they were actually living just a ten-minute walk away from the office, saving her from traffic in the morning and afternoon. Setting the box down, he went back into the living room, opened the next box and emptied it.

He finished quickly, going back into the kitchen and opening the fridge. As weird as it sounded, it actually felt nice just being at home and taking care of the house instead of going to work every day. Felicity had offered him his old job as CEO of Palmer Technologies, but he declined, so she had just signed over his shares again, ending his life as a poor man. To be honest, he didn't even need his shares and in the beginning he had a hard time accepting her decision, but he found out that it was nice to have his own money. He wasn't depending on Felicity and being able to pay his own way made him feel better.

Grabbing several different vegetables from the fridge, he went over to the cutting board, chopping them up, when he heard the door open. The familiar clicking of Felicity's heels made his lips tick upward as he put the chomped onion into a bowl next to the cutting board. He heard the soft tapping of her now bare feet come closer, and he looked over his shoulder, seeing her set her purse down onto the kitchen counter.

"Hi," he said, grabbing the zucchini next to him. "How was your day?"

He felt her approach and in the next moment, her slender arms wrapped around him, hugging him from behind.

"Long and tiring," she answered, placing her head between his shoulder blades. She sighed and he put the knife down, cleaning his hands on a kitchen towel, before easing her grip on him and turning in her arms. She immediately fell against his chest, her hands clinging to the sides of his shirt, her face buried in his shirt.

Wrapping his arms around her, he dropped a kiss onto her head. "Are you ok?"

She always came home tired from the moment she had started her new position as CEO, but today felt different. She seemed exhausted and drained and he felt a pang of worry surge through him. Normally, she was smiling, greeting him with a kiss and rambling about her day, sitting by the kitchen counter while he prepared dinner for them.

His hands reached for her face and he placed his hands on her cheeks, making her look at him. Dark rings were circled under her eyes and she looked paler than usual, almost white. His heart beat faster and he searched her eyes for any discomfort.

One of her hands covered his on her cheek, giving him a small smile. "I'm alright, Oliver. It was just a long day." Her other hand came around his neck, pulling his head down for a short kiss. He was always able to tell when she was lying to him, and right now, she was definitely trying to distract him from discovering the truth.

"Did you have lunch today?" He asked, after pulling away. She looked down at her feet, her shoulders curling forward, her chest curling in. The hand from his neck trailed down to his chest, nervously playing with the fabric of his shirt.

"Felicity, you can't just skip lunch every day. I know that you have a lot of work in the office, but it's important for you to eat, sweetheart," he scolded her softly, tilting her head up again. "Promise me, you won't skip lunch anymore, or I will personally bring you lunch every day and make you eat it."

A chuckle escaped her lips and she nodded her head, successfully easing the frown on his forehead.

"I promise," she whispered, before turning more playful. "I can't have my boyfriend harass my assistant for not giving me enough time to eat. Gerry is scared of you as it is, we really don't need to add to that."

"That's my girl." Pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, he let go of her. "Why don't you go and change and I'll get dinner ready?"

She nodded and started walking towards the hallway, when she stopped and turned around. "Thank you, Oliver." She gave him a gentle smile.

Winking at her, he laughed. "You're welcome. Just doing my job, as you trophy boyfriend." He turned back to the vegetables waiting to be cut, picking up the knife again.

Her laugh echoed through the hallway and his worry eased away, replaced by gratefulness.

Much later, they were curled up on the sofa, watching TV.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the new lair? We can go right now," Felicity started again, propping her chin onto his chest. "I know we agreed that you wouldn't go out the next few months, because it would be too suspicious with us just coming back to town, but I know that you're itching to finish the new lair."

He was lying on his back with Felicity curled into his side, their legs tangled together. It was barely past 8.30pm and for the last half an hour, Felicity had almost yawned nonstop.

"No, we can go tomorrow. You're too tired, Felicity. You need sleep." It was true, he did want to finish the new lair, but he was still not convinced that Felicity was all right. Ever since he had asked if she was ok, she seemed to try to convince him that she was just fine, but she was trying too hard.

"I'm fine, Oliver. I forgot to eat lunch, so what?" She let out an annoyed breath. "I was busy and simply forgot; please don't make a big deal out of it."

"You have to take care of yourself, Felicity. I know that today wasn't the first time you skipped lunch, but I'm letting it go for now. I don't wanna fight with you." He knew when to stop arguing with her, a tired Felicity also meant an angry Felicity, and in those occasions, it was better to just shut up.

"Thank you." She put her head back down onto his chest, focusing back to the TV.

Something was definitely not right. He knew she was stressed out at Palmer Technologies. They've been back for barely two weeks now, and between finding their own apartment, catching up with their friends and managing her new job as CEO, there wasn't much time left for just them or even to just sit down and take a little breather.

He missed the quiet of their beach house in Coast City, which they actually kept after coming back to Starling. Their days there weren't filled with many activities. Mostly it was just them, spending time together, talking and getting to know each other better. Every day, he learned something new about Felicity and himself and most importantly about their relationship. Their bond had grown quite strong and he wished that Ray Palmer had never left Felicity with his company.

Looking back down at his girlfriend, he found her fast asleep on his chest. Sighing, he gently pulled her glasses off, placing them on the coffee table, before switching off the TV. His arms wrapped around her shoulder and he carefully pulled her into a sitting position with him, before picking her up into his arms bridal style.

She didn't even stir once on the way to the bedroom and only when he put her down onto their bed did her eyes opened tiredly.

"I've got you. Go back to sleep," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead while pulling the covers over her. "I love you."

A soft hum left her lips as she turned around and curled up on her side, snuggling deeper into the pillows.

His eyes watched her for several minutes, drinking in her sleeping form. Her hair was shorter now, barely grazing her shoulders these days and at first he missed her longer hair. As time passed, he came to appreciate it, especially in the mornings, when she only took half the time to style it than before. Right now, her hair was in a loose ponytail, another thing he had learned about her. She didn't like to sleep with her hair open, because it all ended up in her face. No matter how tired she was, she always got up to get a hair band.

Tearing his gaze away from her, he quickly went to the bathroom to change, before joining her in bed.

Picking at her salad, Felicity reluctantly ate another bite, chewing it slowly, before throwing her fork into the plastic container. She really wasn't that hungry right now and her stomach was already churning again.

Looking back at the report in front of her, she heard her phone chime. Glancing over, she saw a new message from Oliver.

Did you eat your salad?

As much as she loved him, he was just getting on her nerve right now. And he didn't even know how bad she really felt. The reason she felt so awful yesterday was because she had spent half of her day throwing up all the food she had eaten in the last few days. It actually started before she even went to work. She was standing in the shower while Oliver went for a run in the morning, and all of the sudden she was heaving out her dinner from the night before. If she told him the truth though, he would have dragged her to see the doctor or worse, made her stay home for a few days and she really could not afford losing any time at the office right now over some mild food poisoning. Her schedule was packed with meetings of investors and partners wanting to get to know the new CEO of Palmer Technologies.

It wasn't really fair of Ray to make her sign the transfer of ownership papers without actually telling her, then call her back from her new life of pure bliss with Oliver, and moving to Metropolis just because he wanted to play superhero instead of CEO. It was especially sneaky of him to make her sign those papers that particular day, because her mind had been everywhere else but her job in that moment. Any other day, she would have at least skimmed through the papers, but not right before getting on a plane with the rest of the team to try and save Oliver one last time.

Picking up her phone, she chewed on her bottom lip for a second, before texting a quick reply.

Just finished eating.

Well, that was half-true. She did eat some of the salad, but half of it was still left. Her appetite was just not what it used to be over the last few months. Her body was probably thanking her for eating somewhat healthier again, after months on the road and countless stops at various fast food chains. She had gained some weight and even though it wasn't too much, she still felt like she started to get a slight belly and that was something she couldn't afford right now.

Everyone was looking at her right now, scrutinizing her. She was the youngest CEO of a fortune 500 company in the country with her 26 years and it felt like everybody was just waiting for her to make a mistake. The board was constantly questioning her judgment and all the investors wanted to meet with her personally to make sure their money was still well invested. She knew she was good at her job, but it still stressed her out.

Her phone chimed again.

I love you.

Her heart started to beat faster after reading the three words. Even after five months with Oliver, she was still not completely used to hearing those words. In the beginning, both of them had shied away from saying them too often, afraid that it would get old at some point, but they quickly realized that hearing those words meant everything to them.

It felt good having Oliver remind her of his love several times a day. Especially now that she didn't get to see him as often as she wished to. Those five months they've been away together, they basically spent every minute of the day with one another.

Unlocking her phone, she sighed as she typed in her reply.

I love you too. Miss you. xx

Grabbing the report from her desk, she got up from her chair, walking out of her office and towards Gerry's desk who looked up as she entered.

"Miss Smoak, how can I help you?" He asked kindly, getting up from his chair.

She was about to correct him on her name, when her vision suddenly turned black. She stopped walking, her hand reaching out for the nearest surfaces not finding one, until the dizziness became too much and she collapsed onto the floor.

There weren't many times that Oliver had been scared in his life. The feeling of being scared wasn't something he allowed himself to feel too often and the last time he had felt like this, he had found Thea bleeding out in front of the fireplace.

Maybe this time it was that much worse because of the last few blissful, uneventful months they had, but when Gerry had called him ten minutes ago, telling him that Felicity fainted and was on her way to the hospital, his heart had stopped beating and his breath was caught in his throat.

It took him a whole minute to recover and then his body was moving on autopilot. After hanging up on Gerry, he had grabbed his jacket and run down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator. He made it to the hospital in less than 10 minutes and after parking his car in the fire lane, he had run inside, yelling at the nurse to tell him where Felicity was. The poor woman had quickly looked her name up, directing him through the emergency department.

Rounding the corner, he saw her sitting up in one of the hospital beds that were neatly lined up in a row at the opposite wall.

"Felicity," he breathed and she looked up, locking her eyes with his. Her face was ashen and even though he couldn't make out any possible injuries, he passed the distance between them in a few steps, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed. His hand went to her face gently stroking her cheek, before pulling her into his arms.

"I'm fine, Oliver," she whispered into his neck, hugging him back, her hands smoothing through his hair.

Pulling back, he framed her face in his hands. "What happened?"

"I don't really know. I just texted you back and then I got up to bring a report to Gerry and all of the sudden everything just blacked out," she explained, pulling him closer to her again. "They said my blood sugar was really low." Her voice was quiet, almost guilty. "But I swear, I ate my salad, well half of it, but I did!"

He wanted to be angry with her, but his worry was bigger than the anger he felt. "Why didn't you finish the rest of the salad? You barely ate anything this morning."

"I just wasn't hungry." She began to tremble in his arms and broke their gaze, dropping her chin to her chest. "I've been throwing up for the last two days and just looking at the salad made my stomach churn again." A tear rolled down her face and a sob left her mouth. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to worry."

For a second he felt betrayed, but seeing her in this miserable state, he swallowed the hurt, pulled her against his chest, and moved his hands into her hair.

"I wish you would have told me, sweetheart." He paused, pressing a kiss to her head. "I know you're taking your new job serious, and I'm glad you do. It makes me really proud, but you can't do that at the expense of your health."

She didn't answer for a while, just sniffling into his shirt and he continued running his fingers through her hair, gently massaging her scalp.

"I should have never lied to you," she whispered. "I feel awful about that, and to top it off I feel physically awful. Everything is aching and I feel like I need to throw up again."

Her tears started again and he had to say he was a little overwhelmed. In the three years he had known Felicity, she has never broken down like this. Not when she was trapped under Verdant during the Undertaking, not when the Count and Slade had threaten to kill her, nor when Cooper released her super virus and kidnapped her and her mother. She didn't even so much as blink when they walked into Nanda Parbat, a place filled with assassins that could have killed all of them in a matter of seconds.

He pressed her closer to his chest, dropping a kiss onto her hair. He wasn't sure what to say to make her feel better.

"Miss Smoak?" A voice next to him interrupted the silence between them and he reluctantly let go of Felicity, grabbing her hand instead. She was still sniffling silently and he gave her hand a quick squeeze, before turning around.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Johnson, Felicity's doctor," the man in front of him stretched out his hand and Oliver grabbed it, giving it a short squeeze.

"Oliver Queen, I'm Felicity's boyfriend," he introduced himself quickly, letting his hand go again.

"Well, I'm here with the results of your blood test, Felicity." Dr. Johnson stopped for a second, looking down at the chart again, before looking at him. He felt Felicity, who had calmed down, lean into his side, holding his hand a little tighter.

"It's alright, whatever it is, Oliver can know. We don't keep secrets from each other," Felicity assured her doctor and he felt a small pang in his chest. Then why didn't she tell him about her condition earlier?

"Well, I'm happy to let you know that you're pregnant, Felicity." The older man smiled and Oliver felt his heart stop.

"What? That's not possible," his girlfriend immediately replied, before he could form any coherent thought. Her voice was steady, piercing through the loud noises of the emergency room. "I just got my birth control shot some weeks ago."

"I would like to send you up to OB so they can perform a full check up, possibly an ultrasound to determine the stage of the pregnancy," Dr Johnson replied calmly, ignoring Felicity's reaction to the news.

"No, this can't be happening right now. There has to be a mistake with the blood work. Can't you do another test?" Her voice was desperate and for the first time since hearing the news, Oliver looked at her.

Her eyes were wide and she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, panic was written all over her face. She was shaking her head in disbelief, clutching the hospital blanket in one hand.

"I'll send a nurse to bring you upstairs, Felicity." The doctor gave him a small, encouraging nod, before turning around and leaving him alone with her.

"No, this can't be happening right now," she repeated and without actually having time to process the news they had just gotten, he felt a sting in his heart at her words.