A/N: Here's another chapters. It's not as long as the others, but it is one of my favorites. I love Oliver as a father, because just the way he is with Felicity, I can only imagine and write about how tender he would be to his little girl.

I also wish Tommy had never died.

Happy reading!

Chapter 4

Diapers. Oliver huffed. There were diapers everywhere. Oliver had told Raisa and the nanny that he could handle changing his son's diaper, but upon further reflection, he wasn't so sure.

He let out another exasperated huff. Oliver was certain he would rather be shooting arrows at criminals in the Glades than trying to change his seven-month-old son's diaper. It would certainly be easier, Oliver knew. "Hey little buddy. Tommy, dude, this isn't funny anymore. You need your diaper changed and even though it may seem that we have enough money to invest in a diaper company, I'd like to not waste anymore." Tommy continued to giggle, and Oliver started to talk to his friend who was his son's namesake, "Tommy, I know you're also probably laughing at this situation, but it really isn't funny." Oliver tried to hold in his own laughter because he could certainly hear his best friend laughing, too. Oliver did think the situation was comical knowing that he and Tommy had never, ever imagined they would have kids and now Oliver had two.

Before the island, Oliver didn't even want to think about being with one woman. That's not who they were. Oliver and Tommy had the world at their fingers and no limit funds. But now Oliver wished he had been more mature and actually have graduated from at least one college. He wanted to be that role model for his children, but it seemed like he would have to lean on Felicity for yet another thing.

Oliver was on attempt number three with the diapers when he felt something wet hit his hand, "Really, Tommy, a fountain of pee!" Oliver quickly shielded the pee with the diaper and was finally able to get the straps fastened on the sides. "I'm trying not to wake your mother, buddy, and you're making it incredibly hard." Oliver then lifted his son over his shoulder and began to rhythmically pat his butt. The little man eventually fell asleep.

Oliver opened his bedroom door to find his girls belly laughing hysterically on the bed, the baby monitor lying in between them. "And what has the two of you laughing so hard?"

It was his almost 5-year-old daughter who spoke first, through her giggles, "Daddy, you said Tommy was peeing like a fountain over the monitor." Lily stopped to laugh some more. "Mommy and I thought that was sooooooooooooo funny, Daddy." Like made a fountain gesture with her hand, showing some dramatic flair. She then landed in her daddy's lap making her laugh even harder at his expression.

Oliver growled, picking her up and throwing Lily into the air. He caught her easily and laid her down on the massive bed. "I'll give you something to laugh about, young lady." Oliver tried to sound stern through his smile and proceeded to tickle his favorite daughter until she was pleading with him to stop. "Daadddeeeee," she gasped in between laughs, "Puh-wease!"

"I'll stop if you promise that you and Mommy will stop laughing at your favorite Daddy," Oliver then gave Lily his best pouty face.

Lily looked him straight in the eye, "I promise, Daddy," Lily flung herself around her father's neck, hugging the air out of him. Then she marched on the bed over to her mother, "Mommy, we need to stop laughing at Daddy or else he's gonna tickle me, again." Felicity nodded, feigning serious.

A harsh knock interrupted their play time, followed by Thea opening the door, her hand over her eyes, "Is everyone decent in here?"

Felicity rolled her eyes as her husband responded, "Yes, Speedy. We don't just lay around naked with our daughter in the room."

"Well, with the way you two procreate, I can never be too careful," Thea teased.

"What do you need, Speedy?" Oliver sounded exasperated.

"Well, Ollie, I was hoping that Miss Lily would come help me paint my nails and then I thought maybe Lily and I could have a mani-pedi party. I even think Uncle Roy said something about having his toes painted, too." Thea asked using her best sweet and soft tone.

Lily looked at her mom with pleading eyes, "Can I, Mommy, puh-wease?!"

Felicity ran her hand along the back of Lily's dirty blonde hair, "Of course, baby, but be good for Aunty Thea and Uncle Roy."

"I will, Mommy," Lily was off the bed in an instant and into the arms of her aunt. "Aunty Fea, can we paint Uncle Roy's nails bright green?"

Thea's laugh echoed through the mansion, "I think Uncle Roy would absolutely love that color."

Felicity wrapped her arms around Oliver's back, breathing in his scent, "She is clear Daddy's Little Girl."

Oliver had a smug, proud smile on his face, "Ha, I'm sure Roy will hate the green color, but he would never tell Lily no." Oliver turned, so he was facing Felicity, "I thought you were taking a nap, because that's why I had the whole diaper fiasco."

She leaned him, kissing him slowly. When she pulled away, he had a dazed expression and Felicity relished the fact that she could have that effect on him, "But then I wouldn't have heard the entire diaper fiasco of Queen Mansion. I'm sure it will be the stuff of legends. How the mighty Arrow was able to defeat an infant and his unruly diaper. Besides, now I think I can convince you to lay down with me." She smiled.

"Ugh, if I must," Oliver laid back, readjusting so they could lay together comfortably, "Although, this right here is much better than our son's diapers."

With their kids occupied, exhausted was pulling on Felicity, but she had one last thing to share with Oliver, "Oliver, you are so good with them. For a man that was so sure he would fail as a father, you are the exact opposite."

He placed a kiss to her hair, "Thank you, but you make it so easy. I just didn't know how easy you would make parenting. I love you."

A/N: So, what did you think? I've also discovered how much I love Thea. Just like Felicity, she's a strong woman and that's one of the most amazing things Arrow does so well. Thanks for reading/following/favoriting/reviewing.