A/N: I'm in the mood for a 2 for 1, but this is definitely going to be a fluffy instead of an angsty one.

Usual disclaimers apply. Enjoy!

They lived in a small two-story house. Oliver Queen craved normalcy and his wife couldn't handle living in a place where space was wasted. And, if the tabloids knew one thing about the millionaire Oliver Queen, it was that he didn't disappoint his wife. After all they had been through together, Oliver Queen stood by her no matter what.

The public also knew he was absolutely smitten with his five year old daughter, Darlene Queen.

That was why, on the morning of his daughter's fifth birthday, Oliver Queen was nervous over every aspect of her party. His wife had shaken her head at him repeatedly, but he paced up and down their halls all day.

Finally, Laurel Queen took his head and kissed him senseless. Oliver settled down beside her in the kitchen and he became extremely helpful.

"You have to stop worrying, Ollie," Laurel stated while quickly cooking the cake for their daughter's party. Oliver nodded to his wife and she shook her head again. "Why are you so worried?"

"Don't you remember the day we met?" he asked. Laurel paused for a moment and a hand came to her mouth. She narrowed her eyes and he grinned. "You were my first love, Mrs. Queen."

"And I better be your last," she stated. Oliver was about to retort when Diggle walked into the room. He paused at the sight of Oliver covered in cake batter and raised an eyebrow at Laurel. "He's trying to be helpful."

"Where is the little ball of sunshine?" Diggle asked as he sat down at the kitchen counter table. Laurel laughed at his question and Oliver glowered at him. "What?"

"She's outside with the rest of her party animal friends," Oliver seethed. Laurel laid a soothing hand on his back and rubbed him quietly. Diggle watched her chuckle silently.

"He's afraid she'll meet her soul mate today," Laurel informed Diggle. Diggle's eyebrow rose up. Before Laurel could respond, Oliver harrumphed.

"We Queens have a disastrous way of meeting our soul mates, Diggle. My father met my mother when he was six, Thea… we know Roy and Thea's story, and I met the woman I knew I'd marry…" he trailed off and Laurel raised her eyebrow. She chuckled.

"I threw a rock at him when he turned five," Laurel finished. Diggle gazed at her for a moment and then let out his loud chuckles. Oliver crossed his arms.

"Don't laugh! If our daughter hits anyone today, it will be a divine sign!" he cried as he walked out of the kitchen. Laurel laid her head down on the countertop. Diggle chuckled again and patted her head.

"He's taking retirement well," Diggle commented. Laurel groaned from the counter. Diggle laughed even harder. "My offer is still on the table."

"We couldn't ask that of you," Laurel stated. Diggle tilted his head. "He doesn't need… oh, hell… he may need one. I may kill him by the end of the day."

Diggle gazed down and cleared his throat. Laurel watched him closely. He looked up at her. "Is the basement apartment still open?"

Her eyes grew wide. She began nodding profusely. "As long as you need it… do you want to talk about it?"

Diggle watched Laurel put another cake in the oven and turned to Diggle. She looked out the backyard cautiously to see what Oliver was up to. She saw him take his military stance and watch the children, his sister and Roy's two boys, and a few of her own friends' families. She shook her head.

"I haven't told him yet," Laurel confessed to Diggle. Diggle's eyes widened. She nodded. "We'll need more help around here this time around. I don't know how we did it the first time… but his corporate responsibilities have grown again and I'm handling as much as I can at my firm. With Darlene growing older, she'll need someone she trusts to watch out for her…"

"I'd be honored, Laurel," Diggle told her. she nodded and straightened as Oliver walked toward the house. "You should tell him soon."

She grinned at him and then rolled her eyes at Oliver's long sigh. Oliver marched over toward them and stood next to Laurel. He kissed the top of her head. Diggle shook his head at the couple. Laurel grinned at Oliver. "Did you ward off all those potential husbands?"

"Don't make fun of me," he mimicked their daughter's voice. Laurel slapped him and took out the cake. "Is it done already?"

Laurel stared at him. "You honestly think this one is for the kids? Theirs is in the fridge, darling."

Oliver blinked and opened his refrigerator to find a three-tiered cake. Oliver pointed to the cake cooling on the counter. "Then, what's that one for?"

Laurel quickly wrote an inscription and walked away. Diggle read it quickly and watched Oliver walk toward the cake apprehensively.

"What!" he shouted loud enough for the party outside to silence itself. Laurel walked out and took Thea's glass of water.

"He found out we're having twins," she told everyone. The adults chuckled. Laurel watched her daughter, a child that had her hair and her father's eyes, regard a young boy (a few years older than her) and she walked over to him and introduced herself. Laurel chuckled.

Twenty-five years later, the older boy had proposed to her daughter. Oliver never let Laurel live it down.

A/N: I hope you liked this little one-shot. I think I have a Diggle addiction because I can always picture him somehow still involved with the Queen family after the vigilante period is over. Because Oliver and Diggle see each other as family, I guess.

Anyways, leave a review if you want.

Until Next Time,

DBA