This is for the lovely Juliana (canadianheartgirl) who gave me a prompt like this on Tumblr :"a established olicity one, where they keep "disobeying" their baby daughter's pediatrician and putting her in bed with them, just bc they love to cuddle with her."

Soft cried echoed from the room next door (and the baby monitor) and Felicity waited a couple of minutes to see if it was Juliana fussing before going back to sleep. When it didn't seem to stop, she disentangled herself from Oliver's arms and went to pick up her daughter from her crib.

By the time she came back in the master bedroom Oliver had turned on the lamp on his side. He smiled as she climbed back in the bed with Juliana, rubbing her back and pressing soft kisses on her head. The baby girl already seemed to calm down.

Oliver brought one of his hand to her head, caressing the petal soft blond hair and looking at her with the same air of adoration that hadn't left his face since she was born 8 months ago.

He turned his loving look to Felicity.

"Did you change your mind on the co-bedding thing?"

"No. The doctor advised against it."

"I know. It's just that it's the third time this week that you bring her here. I know you always bring her back in her bed, but I'm just wondering."

She shook her head, looking down at her daughter who was now quiet, but still awake and her blue eyes fixated on her father. He softly caressed her tiny hand and she immediately gripped his finger, which made him smile. That never got old.

"I haven't changed my mind. But when I hear her cry, I have a hard time just holding her until she calms down. I want to keep her with me a bit longer, so she knows she can go back to sleep and feel happy and protected."

Oliver smiled tenderly at her, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know the feeling," he said softly. "Come here."

He settles down against the pillows and pulls them against him. Felicity put her head on his chest, and one of his arms wrapped around her shoulder while the other one came to join her hand on their daughter's back.

Oliver left the lamp on to avoid falling asleep with the baby in the bed, and they shared a quiet and peaceful moment listening to the steady breathing of their child. It's moments like these that he cherished the most, where it was just the three of them in a warm cocoon and the world outside ceased to exist even for just a few blissful minutes.

"Is she asleep?" he whispered.

"I think so. She's drooling on my chest."

He gave her a wicked grin. "Been there, done that."

Felicity snorted softly before easing Juliana gently out of her arms and into Oliver's.

He carried her back into her room, but kept her against him a few more minutes, pressing his lips delicately to her forehead and inhaling her baby scent. He always knew he had strong, sometimes overbearing protective feelings towards the women in his life, but that was nothing compared to what he was now experiencing with the little bundle in his arms.

When he came back he found Felicity spread like a starfish in their bed.

"Move over, you bed hog," he told her in his best Arrow voice, which unfortunately had ceased to impress her a long, long time ago. She chuckled and rolled on her side, but as soon as Oliver was lying down under the comforter she rolled back towards him, pressing her face against his shoulder and kissing it softly. Her hand came to rest on his Bratva tattoo, and again his hand joined hers, entwining their fingers.

A few minutes later, the Queen household was peacefully sleeping.