"So how was shopping with Lyla?" Felicity couldn't wait to enact her plan. She had been pretty calm for the most part since she told him she was pregnant, but talking with Lyla made her realize that she could make this whole situation a lot more fun. And it would help balance things out with all the seriousness. Even though they were avoiding that part. At the moment she was dipping bits of buttered toast in cherry yogurt. Oliver hadn't said anything but he clearly found it gross. How could you not? It was the kind of thing only a pregnant woman could get away with eating. "It was fun. Yeah you know it was nice to have a day in Central City where I didn't have to worry about anything really. And Johnny was really well behaved. Kind of makes you think all kids are that good. Then you see the mom across the way who has 3 and not a single one of them is behaving themselves. You have the baby crying in the stroller who won't stop for anything, the little girl picking weeds and hiding them in her moms purse, and the boy who's running around knocking things over and running into people and the poor mom can't do a thing about any of them." "Our kid is not going to be that hard Felicity." "How do you know?" "Well I don't. But I do know that you're going to be a better mom than that woman. Our kid is going to be so afraid to mess with you that he would never do anything like that." "You really think so? Because if they're anything like you I'm sure we'll have our hands pretty full." "You don't think I was a perfect child?" "Umm no. You don't become the party boy by sitting quietly at your mother's dinner parties. You become the party boy by raising hell at your mother's dinner parties." "I suppose I was kind of like that..." "Don't worry I was too." "Really?" "Well maybe not in the way you were. I used to break my mom's watches and the TV remotes all the time just so I could fix it again. It was okay when I could fix it but I couldn't always. Once I tore apart my moms laptop. She was really mad at me but I told her I could fix it and she obviously didn't believe me, but I did. After that she would buy cheap watches for me to take apart when we would go to something boring. Kept me quiet." "I don't believe that part." Oliver said. "You're never quiet." "Shut up." "You know I bet if we had a girl she'd be just like you. You would finally see how how I feel when you go off on some crazy rant." "As long as she doesn't have a problem with making everything sound extremely dirty." "Yeah I don't really see that as a problem anymore." Felicity decided the middle of the night was the best time to force Oliver to go to the store. Besides, a hamburger sounded really good at 1 o'clock in the morning. "You want me to get you what?" He asked. "A hamburger from Big Belly Burger, with sour cream, pasta sauce and strawberries. Oh and chocolate sauce." "Felicity that sounds absolutely disgusting." "No it doesn't. And it's what I want." "That's insane. But alright fine." Oliver was gone for about half an hour. Felicity smiled to herself every time she thought about him asking the cashier for her crazy request. He could just see him offering her an obscene amount of money just to do it without question. He returned, a smug look on his face and handed her the take-out bag. "Everything's on it?" She asked. "Sour cream, pasta sauce, strawberries and chocolate sauce." He said. "What about the cinnamon?" "Cinnamon?" Panic spread across his face. "Kidding." She said. "Thank you Oliver." She looked at it apprehensively. It sounded far better than it looked. But he was standing there watching so she took a big bite. It was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. But after living with her mother in Las Vegas Felicity's poker face was near perfect. "Is it good?" Oliver asked sitting next to her. She nodded. "You should try it." "Umm I don't really think I want to." "No really I insist. All that trouble you went to just to get it." She started to cry. It wasn't hard to fake. It wouldn't have been hard even if she wasn't pregnant. But he bought it right away. "Okay fine. I will." He stared at it disgust written all over his face. He couldn't believe she was making him do this. Her pregnant brain probably would have said anything tasted good. She had no real sense of what was and what wasn't absolutely repulsive. But he had eaten a lot of things over the years and a hamburger with less than satisfactory toppings was not the worst thing on the list. She offered him the hamburger, a grin on her face. It was a look of innocence but he knew his Felicity was anything but. He took it, taking a bite without taking the time to think about it. He knew he wouldn't be able to do it if he thought about it. It was horrible. Absolutely horrible. He spit it out as she laughed. "Felicity how can you eat that?" She shrugged. "Its pretty bad isn't it?" He nodded vigorously. "I know. But I am actually really hungry and comparatively this is nothing." He got up and took a swig of soda from the two liter in her fridge. He desperately needed something to get that horrible taste out of his mouth. "I have eaten a lot of things Felicity. That is one of the worst. It tastes so bad. There are some things that should never be mixed at that concoction is one of them. I just can't believe you're eating that."