Felicity wasn't sure what to do with all her new free time, so a week in, she'd started baking everything she could think of. There was a constant stream of cookies or brownies at the Arrow Cave- at least there were until Oliver had banned her from there as well. Now it'd been another two weeks and Oliver was just getting ready to leave Queen Consolidated when his phone rang. Glancing down, he saw Felicity's photo flashing on the screen.
"Felicity. Hi."
"Are you going to be coming soon?"
"Yes. I was getting ready to leave right now. I'll be there in fifteen minutes or less."
"Okay." She hung up.

It was actually about 20 minutes before Oliver arrived, but Felicity hadn't called back, so he figured he was still relatively safe.
"Felicity?" He called as he walked through the front door.
"I'm in here." Then the scent hit him. Obviously she was in the kitchen; not that he had expected to find her anyway else.

He stopped and leaned again the doorframe, watching her wash some bowls and spatulas. She was humming something, and now, even though she knew he was home, she wasn't paying attention to him as he stepped up behind her. He pressed himself against him and nuzzled her neck.
"You smell nice." She just snorted- obviously she had been paying more attention then he'd thought.
"Oliver, that isn't me. That's the cookies."
"Don't care. How's the little one?" He slid his arms around, pressing his hands to the bump on her stomach gently.
"Well the little one has been kicking constantly today." She turned in his arms. "Obviously he is taking on some of his father's skills a little early." He smiled.
"The little newsletter thing that I now get every week, thanks for that by the way" He spoke sarcastically.
"Hey! You still read it! But tell me; what did it say?"
"Well the baby is about the size of a carrot now." Felicity groaned.
"Great. There is a kung fu carrot in my belly. One that will be staying there for nearly 20 more weeks."
"The thing told me that hormones are running high." Felicity sighed.
"And? That means what?" A smirk crossed his face.
"I'm expecting you to jump me sometime soon."

Felicity was going to respond, but she didn't get a chance.
"Oh. Oliver! Here." She guided his hand to her bump. "Can you feel it?" He looked up at her.
"Is this what the little carrot has been doing all day?" Felicity considered it a moment.
"Yeah pretty much." Without warning, he scooped her up into his arms.
"Well I think it's time for mommy to go lie down and relax a little bit, while I work on dinner." She considered arguing, but decided against it when he laid her down on the couch and told her that he was going to make pasta. He leaned down and kissed her just before moving back to the kitchen. He had just left her line of sight when he heard her whispering. He listened carefully, until he realized that she was telling their baby the story of how the two of them met, all those years ago.