"Can you please tell me how many new vigilantes are you thinking of helping on your spare time?
"Excuse me! I didn't know my services were exclusively yours..." Felicity pursed her lips and stared at him defiantly.
"It's not…That's not what I meant…it's just…" He sighed in defeat. How was he going to explain this properly without sounding like a complete asshat?
"Yeah? what exactly is it then, Oliver?" Felicity raised her eyebrows at him, crossing her arms over her chest.
He opened his mouth to say something but stopped. His hand came up to cup her elbow as she looked at him expectantly. He bowed his head, looking at his shoes.
"It's just…I thought that was our thing."
Felicity snorted and then burst out in laughter, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Oh Oliver." She sighed, lovingly gazing up a him with an amused grin on her face. "You are such a dork."
He reached up to cradle her face. "I was okay with Barry, but then.." He made a sound that resembled something between a groan and a sigh "… then Palmer and now this wacko from Gotham."
"Oliver, we need his help." She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips.
"But you're my wife, and you're pregnant." His hand moved between them, falling over the small swell of her stomach.
"I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you, or our baby." He whispered, letting his forehead fall against hers. He closed his eyes as her hand came up to cup his cheek.
"I know. You're allowed to worry, but it's not like I'm going out in the field. I'll just be helping him set up his…" She chuckled, making Oliver's eyes pop open. "…his batcave."
She started laughing, and he couldn't help but smile. He pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"Okay, but at least let me come with you."
"Did you really think I was gonna go without you?" She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, reaching up on her tiptoes to press her lips against his.
"I love you." He whispered, bumping his nose against hers.
"I love you, too, Oliver." She said smiling, kissing him again.