Sunday's dinner was a success. Oliver and Tommy spent a bit of the time glaring at each other, both unhappy that the other was there, but they each warmed up as the evening went on. Oliver had arrived early and helped Felicity, cleaning the dishes as she used them and keeping Damien from destroying the house while Felicity was busy. Tommy got there right on time and was a little upset to see Damien parading Barrow around, but didn't say anything about it. Oliver was still upset over what Tommy had done the last time he was there, but they were both civil and Damien was happy so that was all that mattered to Felicity.

Monday morning came all too fast for Felicity and she realized with a shock that she didn't have anyone to babysit Damien.

Felicity worried her lip between her teeth for a moment before sighing and grabbing her cell phone, dialing the first number on her speed dial. He picked up after one ring. "Felicity? Are you okay? Is Damien?"

She couldn't help but smile at his worry. "Yeah, I'm fine and so is Dame. Are you busy?"

"No, why?"

Felicity sighed. "It kinda occurred to me that it is Monday morning and I don't have a babysitter. You mentioned before that you wouldn't mind. I was wondering if you'd-"

He didn't even let her finish. "I'll be there in five."

Felicity raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that the lair was a good fifteen minutes away, but didn't comment. Five minutes later on the dot, there was a knock at the door. By that point, Felicity had managed to get dressed for work and had a pot of coffee brewing. Felicity pulled open the door with a smile and stepped back to let Oliver in. "Morning."

"Morning. Is he still sleeping?"

Felicity nodded. "You and Tommy had him too riled up last night so it was a bit difficult to get him down. He'll probably be up around ten. There's a list on the kitchen table of the do's and don'ts and if he's hungry, he'll tell you what he wants. Coffee's brewing and you know where everything is. Any questions?" Oliver shook his head with a smile and Felicity smiled back. "Good. I was just about to make breakfast. You hungry?"

The vigilante shrugged. "I could eat. But if you need to finish getting ready, I can cook."

The blonde considered it for a second before nodded. "Sure, why not? I just need to put on some make-up so no one at Palmer Tech thinks Halloween came early."

While Felicity was expecting a low chuckle, that wasn't what she got. Oliver turned from the fridge to stare at her and frowned. "You're beautiful, Felicity; no matter what you're wearing. Don't sell yourself short."

Felicity chose not to comment and just left the room. When she came back ten minutes later, she found Oliver sliding a fluffy omelet onto a plate and setting it next to a plate containing the same. There were glasses of orange juice set on the table and Oliver smiled when he saw her. "I made omelets."

Felicity smiled back and sat down, taking a sip of the juice. "It looks great, Oliver." She used her fork to cut off an end of the omelet and her eyebrows shot up as she tasted it. "Holy crap, this is amazing! When did you learn to cook?"

Oliver grinned at her. "Raisa taught me before the island. She said that any women could be won by a man who cooks. When I got back, I worked with her in the kitchen and brushed up on it. My mother never thought it was good for me, but Thea thought it was the coolest thing. Especially since she can't cook to save her life. She tried, for sure, but she burned everything."

Felicity laughed, trying to picture a teenage Oliver trying to cook with his little sister while they tried to keep everything from burning. It would have been fun to see. "And you magically got it all right?"

Oliver smirked. "I'm a superhero, remember?"

She found that she didn't have a comment to that. ~

~ She came home later that night to find Damien already showered and relaxed on the couch with Oliver reading him the second chapter of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. The boy grinned at her and slid out of Oliver's lap. "Mommy! Oliver is the bestest sitter ever! He made Mac and Cheese and hotdogs for dinner and we made cookies for dessert. Do you want to try my cookies, Mommy?"

Felicity smiled. "I'd love to try your cookies, Baby, but first, Mommy needs to have dinner."

Oliver marked their page in the book and stood with a smile. "I made dinner for you. We ate all the macaroni and hot dogs so Damien showed me which soup was your favorite and I made that. It's on the stove."

Felicity gave him a hug to thank him and he just smiled again and left. As Felicity ate, Damien sat on her lap and told her about all the fun he'd had with Oliver; like how they had waffles for breakfast and played Cowboys and Indians in the backyard and then played tsunami in the bath and reading the book about "the boy who lived". Felicity smiled at every story and tried one of his cookies and agreed that, yes, they were very delicious and Oliver did sound like the best baby sitter ever. After that, Felicity left him to play in his room for a little bit while she showered and changed into her sleepwear. Before tucking him in, she say with him for a little bit and read some more of the Harry Potter for him. As she finished reading to him, he looked up at her with big blues eyes. "Can I have a glass of milk?"

Knowing that he probably only wanted to stay up later, but unable to resist his puppy-dog face, Felicity nodded and he followed her out to the kitchen where she heated up some milk and he drank it. When they got back to his room, Felicity frowned at the breeze. "Did you open the window, baby?" Damien shook his head as he crawled back into bed. "Do you remember me doing it? Because I don't."

The boy once again shook his head and Felicity just shrugged. "That's weird, but that window never stays latched anyway. It probably just got blown open."

Damien nodded and lay down, snuggling up with Barrow and Felicity tucked him in and pressed a kiss his forehead. "Night, Love."

"Night, Mommy."

She turned out the light and was on the couch with a book when she heard a loud shriek from Damien's room. "Mommy!"

Hearing the fear in his voice, she jumped up and ran to his room, flicking on the light and taking in the sight of him with his eyes full of fear and his body shaking. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

"There's a-"

"Monster in your closet?"

"No, Mommy, there's a man! He ran in when I was amost asleep!"

She didn't have time to gasp before something hit the back of her head and everything went dark.

A/N: Alright, guys, I know it's been forever and a day and I am terribly, terribly sorry for taking so long. Please let me know what you think. Thanks to all who reviews followed and favorited and just a little side note telling you all that you're amazing! This story now has 37 reviews, 79 favorites, and a whopping 169 follows. You guys are soo awesome! Hope you're all having a happy new year, I know I am! Until next time! -Jay