"She's so small." Sophie sighs wistfully, reaching up on her toes on the little stool to peer over the edge of her baby sister's crib. A hand steadies her at her back as her mom bents down and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

"Mommy?" She looks up, greeted by a warm smile and familiar blue eyes hidden behind thick frames.

"Yes, baby?" Felicity whispers at her now three year old daughter while reaching into the crib to calm her week old little girl. The baby had started stirring a little, clenching her little fists and emitting small groans of displeasure. Felicity let her hand softly run over Amelia's belly, hoping to ease her daughter's discomfort a little.

"Was I that small when I was born?" Sophie rests her chin on her hands on the edge of the crib

They were ecstatic when they found out Felicity was pregnant. The first time. They had been trying for a while and Felicity was starting to get a little worried when the little plus had shown up on the screen of the lilac and white plastic stick.

Oliver cried when they found out they were having a girl.

They had expected that one would be enough. Things turned out a little differently. The second pregnancy wasn't planned, but not an accident either. They hadn't exactly been using a lot of birth control.

Oliver cried again when they found out they were having another girl.

He would have loved a son, but to have another tiny Felicity run around the house couldn't have made him happier. They would just have to try again for a boy, and that was fine.

And now his second daughter was here. Born on the 18th of June, at 5:46 in the morning, after a long and draining labor taking up 20 hours at least. Felicity would tell you it was all worth it. When she finally held her baby, nothing else mattered. The tiny pink human wriggling in her arms was the center of her entire universe. The loud shrieks the girl let out barely registered as she calmly soothed her with tears of happiness in her eyes. She vaguely remembers Oliver's lips against her forehead, his hand reaching for his eyes in her peripheral vision and the wetness on his fingertips when he held her hand.

Less than 6 hours later, they were sitting in the hospital bed with their two daughters. Sophie admiring the tiny human in her mother's arms, pressing feather light kisses to her sister's head. It was one of the cutest things both Oliver and Felicity had ever seen, and one of their happiest memories.

Felicity's hand trailed down her daughter's back and she leaned in closer. Smiling, she whispered: "Even smaller."

Sophie's eyes went wide and she straightened her back to look up at her mom. "Really? But she's already so tiny."

Felicity chuckled and nodded. "Yup. Daddy could hold you in just his hands." She held up her hands in the way she remembered Oliver holding their daughter to emphasize her point. Sophie looked at her in disbelief when the sound of a familiar voice came from the doorway.

"She's not lying, Soph." He pushed off of the doorframe and made his way to his wife and daughters. A hand snaked its way around Felicity's waist and he leaned in to kiss her temple. She was still feeling a little exhausted, recovering from giving birth and she immediately leaned against Oliver's chest for support. Oliver's thumb was tracing circles on her hip while he explained to Sophie that she was born a little prematurely, which made her a little smaller than the average newborn. But she didn't have to worry, because she was gonna grow big and strong like all the other kids. And if she would ever get picked on for being a little smaller or for her glasses, her dad would teach her how to be tough and get rid of all the bullies. She would be the toughest little girl in preschool.