Lyla was a good mom. Her son was the best behaved kid they had seen all day. He rarely cried, and if he did introducing a new toy shut him up right away. Lyla must have had an excessive amount of toys in her purse. Felicity hoped she could be as good of a mom as her.
Oliver and Diggle were off shopping while Felicity and Lyla had a girls day. Well a girls and baby day.
"How do you keep him so calm?" Felicity asked Lyla. Right then Johnny junior was sleeping in his stroller and the girls were enjoying some frozen yogurt.
"I don't know I guess we just got lucky. He's not always this way you know?" She said. "He's pretty active when we're at home. Just like his dad and I. Can't sit still."
"I suppose if I had a son he would be the same way." Felicity said.
"A little mini Oliver." Lyla smiled.
"I would love that. That's what I picture in my head every night. Big Oliver and little Oliver running around the house. Except we don't have a house. That part never really crosses my mind. I mean obviously we're going to have to live somewhere but we haven't really talked about it. We haven't really talked about a lot of things."
"What about names?"
"We talked about that for about a minute before we decided we needed more time to think. I would really like to name them after somebody you know? Not just pick a random name. But the only people I think are worth that are people Oliver knows. I think we agreed on Thomas if it was a boy. Now if it's a girl we might have problems."
"Why?"
"Oliver doesn't want to name them after his sister because she ran off with Malcolm. He didn't suggest Moira though, which was good, because I couldn't name my poor daughter that. Not even if it's a family name. I didn't even like Moira. But besides that, who is there?"
"Laurel?"
"You're funny!" Felicity laughed. "No, I couldn't do that."
"I know. I wouldn't. Naming your kid after an ex is like a disaster waiting to happen. What about your family? There has to be somebody you could name them after."
"Naming them after my family is like naming them after an ex."
"I see… Well you've still got time. It'll go fast though."
"God I hope so. I'm not used to all this extra weight. I can't even get out of a chair without help half the time. I feel huge."
"Well you are. Being pregnant has its advantages though."
"Like what?"
"Well the whole hormones thing is a huge plus sometimes. Sure, sometimes you cry for no reason, but you get to be a bitch. You can wake up in the middle of the night craving pickles and ice cream and they have no choice but to get you some. I remember one night I woke up and really wanted a hamburger with sour cream, pasta sauce and strawberries, which obviously sounds gross, but we didn't have any of that so I made Johnny go out and buy it and you know what happened? He came home with it all in hand, and I was asleep on the couch. Normally I would have felt pretty bad about that, but I was pregnant!"
"A hamburger with sour cream, pasta sauce and strawberries?"
"Sounds disgusting doesn't it?"
"Hmm no not really. I might just have to try that."
Lyla laughed. "Whatever makes you happy I suppose. Just prepare to be enjoying it for a minute, and disgusted by it the next. And poor Oliver will just stare at you while you eat it. What I would suggest is if he gives you any crap for what you eat, make him try it. If he won't do it, just start crying. It works every time. I guarantee it."
"Well I know what I'm doing tonight." Felicity smiled. It actually did sound like a lot of fun to mess with Oliver and since Diggle could clearly take it, why couldn't Oliver?