He's been working on this for days, or so it seems, when he finally feels a hand on his shoulder.

"Oliver, that doesn't go there" Felicity's been observing him for the better part of the last hour, watching him fail at every attempt. For a hero that saves the day, he's not very good with household chores and tools.

"Yes it does" He knows he's being stubborn, but he's a guy, he's supposed to be able to do this. Like seriously, how hard could they make it.

Felicity smiles at him, squeezing his shoulder "Can you please just go do your own thing. Go see if Roy or Dig needs help or something"

"Are you sure?" He turns himself around until he's face to face with her, unsure as to whether or not she means it "Go" she says, giving him a kiss before turning around to the task at hand.

Oliver looks at the woman now crouched on the ground below him, this wonderful, amazing, gorgeous woman is all his and he'll never get tired of coming home to her "I love you"

"Yeah, yeah, love you too. Now go" Felicity waves, returning her attention back to the different things on the floor.

When he returns later that night he finds his girlfriend sleeping, stuffed animal pinned between her pregnant belly and the back of the couch. In the corner of the room he sees the perfectly assembled crib and he can't help but smile.
Some things you just don't argue with.