Uncle Oliver...

"Oliver, stand still! You're so squirmy it's ridiculous," Felicity huffed in frustration.

Oliver froze and dropped his hands to his sides, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"I don't have any other ideas. Thea is interviewing bartenders at the club and I have to be at this meeting. You're just going to have to be in charge for like an hour, in which time there is no way you can possibly fail this baby," Felicity replied firmly as she finished strapping Sara into her sling that was wrapped across Oliver's chest and shoulder.

Digg and Lyla were off enjoying an actual honeymoon and the nanny had called in sick so Felicity and Thea had offered to take turns watching Sara. Felicity had carefully scheduled out shifts for them around their various responsibilities but this was one hour where she had needed to call in backup. In this case, back up was a very reluctant Oliver.

Taking a step back, she continued, "Just walk around the lobby for a little bit, she'll probably fall asleep and I'll come retrieve her when my meeting is over."

Oliver looked down at Sara who was looking up at him with wide eyes, "I think she's afraid of me."

"Nonsense, Sara loves her Uncle Oliver. Don't you Sara?" Felicity cooed and brushed a little wisp of dark hair out of her face.

Sara cracked a smile and babbled happily. Looking up at Oliver, Felicity smiled at his softened expression.

"See? You'll have no problem, I'll meet you in about an hour," she patted his arm and walked off in the direction of the conference room.

Once her meeting was concluded, Felicity made her way down to the lobby. Spotting Oliver and Sara, she started walking towards them but hung back to observe when she saw that Oliver was engaged in a very animated and one-sided conversation with her. She was too far away to hear what he was saying but the look on his face made her heart glow. For a man who instills fear in the hearts of criminals, he sure was adorable. Catching her looking, he waved her over excitedly.

"Sara, show Aunt Felicity what you learned. What's my name?"

"Olverrr," Sara slurred with a big smile on her face waving her hands up at him.

Oliver looked up at her smugly, "Her first word."

Felicity shook her head, "Digg is going to kill you. I'm pretty sure most parents hope that their baby's first word is "dada" or "mama."

"Olverrr," Sara squealed again.

"Hey, they've had months to work on it. I didn't want to babysit anyway."

"Uh huh, but seeing as you're such a natural, I'm keeping her strapped to you. Let's go get lunch."

Oliver unlocked the door to Dig and Lyla's house while Felicity balanced Sara and her phone. He took Sara from her and walked into the house.

Hanging up the phone she announced, "They're getting ready to board their connecting flight; they'll be home in a like 3 hours."

Sara yawned in his arms and he looked down at her, "Should we put her down for a nap?"

Felicity walked over and rubbed her head gently, "Yeah, that way she can be awake when they get home. You're going to see your mommy and daddy very soon Sara."

"Ollllvvveer," Sara gurgled sleepily.

Felicity laughed and shook her head, "And Uncle Oliver can figure out how to explain to them that he's apparently become the favorite."

Felicity took Sara out of his arms and he followed her down the hall to her nursery. He leaned up against the doorframe and watched as she walked around the room slowly, bouncing Sara gently in her arms to lull her to sleep before laying Sara down into her crib. He felt his heart tighten, allowing his mind to wander to a place where he stood in a home of their own and she was holding their baby. A life that was theirs.

Felicity backed out of the room quietly and flipped the lights, "So now what do you want to do? Oliver?"

Oliver snapped out of his day dream and focused on her, "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I was just asking what you wanted to do."

Get married, have babies?

"Huh?"

"While we wait for John and Lyla to get home…"

"Oh, umm. We could watch a movie?" Oliver suggested, "I still have a lot of movies to catch up on."

Felicity's eyes brightened, "Good idea, I know their Netflix password, although let's be honest, I could hack into their account sooo easily even if I didn't. I've hacked into a prison system network; Netlfix has got nothing on me."

Oliver smiled and followed her swinging ponytail out into the living room. He watched as she browsed through the movie titles and selected The Avengers.

"You'll like this one, they're a team, kinda like Team Arrow—"

Oliver raised an eyebrow at her.

"What? All teams need a name and I'm sticking with Team Arrow, whether you like it or not. Anyway, they're kinda like us and, actually you're like a bunch of the characters all rolled into one. A little Iron Man, a little Hawkeye, some Captain America… well, you'll see."

She hit play and Oliver did his best to focus on the movie, wanting to see what characteristics she associated with him and the characters she had listed.

The movie was drawing to a close and Oliver commented, "So I definitely see Iron Man and Hawkeye, but what specifically about Captain America?"

"The way both of your butts look in tight pants," Felicity muttered, her face turning red instantly when he whipped his head over to look at her, "Did I just say that out loud? Obviously I meant your personalities and how you care about people and stuff… Oh hey I think I hear Sara, I should go check on her!"

Felicity scrambled to stand up and darted for the nursery.

She returned a few minutes later with Sara and a sheepish grin on her face, "she's awake."

"Olllivvvveerr," Sara squealed and reached her hands out to him.

"Maybe you could use your magical powers to teach her daddy in the," Felicity glanced at the clock, "30 ish minutes we have until they get here."

"I don't think it works that way," Oliver replied.

"Fine, but at least hold her while I get her bottle ready," Felicity said as she handed her over.

Oliver took Sara into his arms and looked down into her big brown eyes. As much as he hadn't wanted to be recruited for babysitting duty, he had to admit now that Uncle Oliver was a title he really liked. Felicity returned to the couch a few minutes later and took Sara back to feed her. Once Sara was fed and sitting happily in her swing, they heard the sound of the door opening.

"Welcome back!" Felicity exclaimed as she jumped up to give John and Lyla a hug, "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, much less eventful than honeymoon round 1 and significantly more enjoyable," Lyla replied as she walked over to pick up Sara.

"Did you have a good time with your Aunts and Uncle?" Lyla asked.

"Olliivvverr!" Sara exclaimed and pointed her chubby fist over towards where Oliver was standing.

"Seriously man, I've been working on Daddy for weeks," Digg groaned.

Oliver just shrugged his shoulders, "Sorry?"

"We'll just have to get you back when you and Felicity have your first kid," Lyla remarked with a smirk and walked out of the room.