They left the hospital an hour later. They had many ideas for names...
Felicity's favorite-
Olivia
Oliver's favorite-
Sky
Diggle's favorite-
Destiny
The winning (so far)
Olivia Sky Queen
However Diggle's seemed to fit perfectly. A couple arguments later they decided to wait until she was born. They were as happy as possible.
6 months later-
The next few months were amazing but as the months grew so did The baby. And Oliver's time as the vigilante had grown shorter. But life couldn't have possibly been better! Felicity moved in, criminal activity was becoming rare and Oliver was less stressed than he had ever been! They thought nothing could ruin these last 3 months (of course were wrong).
"BREAKING NEWS: STARLING CITY POLICE DEPARTMENT BREAK IN MALCOM MERLYN "DARK ARROW" COSTUME AND WEAPONS REPORTED THE ONLY THINGS STOLEN! NO NEW INFORMATION"
The break in was all over the news and Internet. As hard as Diggle and Oliver tried to hide it from Felicity, she eventually found out. They were worried about her. She needed a no stress environment, yea...right. Well of course she FREAKED out.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" Felicity screamed at him from the kitchen table, her tablet, she somehow found, in front of her.
"It's not really that..." Oliver began trying to calm her down.
"WHAT! THAT BIG OF DEAL! OLIVER! I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT WAS NOT WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY!" She bellowed, that smile she had only minutes ago...long gone.
"Sweetie..." Oliver tried again.
"NO! YOU DO NOT GET TO "SWEETIE" ME AFTER EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABOUT TRUST! YOU LIE TO ME!" She said rising with difficulty, her stomach had swelled to a great magnitude over the last few months.
"FELICITY SMOAK WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE MOMENT!" Oliver said snapping. She was stunned silent.
"I didn't tell you because I knew how stressed you were already! I didn't want to add to it." He said looking at her in the eyes. His voice had dropped to barley a whisper.
"Just...tell me you are not going to go after him." She pleaded. His gazed dropped, he wasn't going to lie to her, there was no point trying.
"No" she said, her hand dropped to her swollen stomach.
"Felicity I...I have to...I...FELICITY!" Felicity had collapsed. Oliver ran over to her. He was unsure what happened, but the baby. He didn't know what to do, should he pick her up, try to wake her up, call for help? To his relief she stirred.
"Felicity?" He said soothingly. She looked up at him.
"Oliver? What...what are we doing on the floor?" She said.
"You...you blacked out on me!" He said his voice rose a little in alarm.
"I'm ok, but...what about the baby!? What if when I fell she somehow got hurt!? I mean I landed on my back but..." She said her hand instinctively flew to her stomach.
"We can go to the doctors office if you want?" His voice back to the calm. She nodded.
"Ok, let's go." He agreed quickly.
"That's easier said than done!" Felicity said. Oliver gave her a confused look. Her raised her hands indicating her surroundings. She had fallen in the worst spot possible. Between the kitchen table and the large counter. He realized how lucky she was that she hadn't hit her head off either of them. He was taking up the only space between the edge of the table and the wall.
"For a house this big, why is there so little space!?" She said. He shot her a glare. Then slid his hands under her arms, his feet on either side up her.
"What are you doing! WAIT! O no, there is NO way you are going to pick me up!"she said almost hysterical.
"Felicity I CAN do it." Oliver said with a hint of annoyance.
"You say this now but you'll drop me, keep in mind I've gained quite a lot of weight Oliver Queen and no pressure but if you drop me I WILL murder you!" She said DEFIANTLY hysterical.
"Honey, when have I EVER dropped you?" Oliver said soothingly. She was quiet for a while.
"That's what I thought now, on three help me pull you up." He said, she nodded in reply.
"One" he began
"Two" she said unsure.
"Three!" He said pulling her up. She was able to pull up into a crouching position, then Oliver pulled even harder to pull her up, groaning with the effort. She shot him a killing look.
"Told you so!" She said smugly. He "immaturely" stuck his tongue out at her. Making her giggle, the sound that could make Oliver sing.
"Come on lets go." He said pulling her to the back door towards the large garage. Pilling into Oliver's car they headed to the doctors office. Calling Dig on the way. The baby's godfather.
