Rash decision
Oliver was very worried. Every time he had visited Felicity in her office, during the last few days, she would be absent 90% of the time. He could hear the god-awful sounds she made puking in the bathroom and he inquired Jerry about the real frequency of such things during the last few days.
"It has been three days… it's awful, she can barely eat. Seriously, I brought her chicken chop suey and it was like it was toxic, I had to take it away immediately, and you, Sir, know how much she loves it… I tried tea or a bit of coffee, but she said no caffeine for her… I don't know what to do, sir!" Jerry almost bellowed, clearly very worried about Felicity's state.
Oliver froze, looking between the bathroom where his girlfriend was apparently puking her guts out and the man in front of him, that disclosed more information than Felicity would want him to, he was sure.
He turned around suddenly, making Jerry call his name. However, he didn't turn at the man's call, trying to make the math in his mind. But it was impossible, he couldn't pinpoint a moment, because there were too many. For a second he smirked smugly at the thought and then the reason for his thinking came back with a resounding thump and he sighed. He knew they weren't always safe, but they always had more faith in her pill than they should… and apparently, it was showing just how wrong they were…
He walked absentmindedly into the elevator, the conclusion reaching him like a sudden drop of bricks over his head.
Felicity was pregnant!
Oh shit!
Donna is going to kill him.
And Diggle.
And Roy.
They take their job as surrogate brothers very seriously.
Oh, and Sara! Let's not forget the very prolific assassin that made her life mission to always keep Felicity under her protective canary wing.
And if he counted Sara, he had to count Nyssa…
And probably Detective Lance…
"I'm screwed!" he said out loud, making another man in the elevator look at him surprised and then quickly divert his eyes.
What was he going to do? There's no doubt in his mind that he loved her, but was he ready to be a dad? Could he ever be what a child needed?
He knew if Felicity could hear his depressing thoughts she would punch him in the face, it wouldn't be the first time, but he couldn't stop his mind from working overtime.
When Oliver reached his own office, he sat heavily on his chair and sighed, his arm reaching for the phone and then stopping. The person he always calls when in need was in this moment puking her guts out because of him, of his lust filled thoughts, of his lack of thoughtfulness…
Okay, breathe, Oliver. You know what you have to do!
And he did know, for months now. And the proof was the dark green velvet box currently hiding in his room's vault, waiting for the right moment. And apparently, it was now.
He wanted to prepare a beautiful dinner, in candle light. He wanted her to dress her favorite dress and smile at him like she did every day now, with the moon and stars and the sun shining from her eyes. He wanted all that and he was going to have it! He was going to make of this the most memorable moment ever!
But he forgot one very important detail. He was Oliver Queen, and nothing ever goes according to plan with him.
He had spent the last days with the box inside his pants' pocket, observing Felicity's belly more than was recommended. And she was starting to notice, if her use of larger blouses was any indication. Maybe she wanted to surprise him and decided to hide her belly for a while or she didn't want the others to find out before she was ready to tell. Oliver really couldn't tell, but he would make sure she had nothing to be ashamed of or scared.
And then, everything went wrong.
He was changing his clothes to dress into his green leather when Roy, that never, ever, tries to keep the lair clean, decides it's the best day to start worrying about laundry and folding.
"What's this?" he asks, when the box fell from Oliver's jacket pocket.
"Nothing!" Oliver screeched, trying to snatch the box from his hands.
"Wait! Is this? Holy shit! It is!" Roy yelled, gaining Diggle's attention, that quickly close the distance between them to see what made the younger man so excited.
When John saw Roy opening the box and Oliver's waving arms he froze, the shining of the little diamonds and the emerald freezing him.
"That's what I call a ring!" he whistled and Oliver face-palmed himself.
"When are you going to pop the question?" Diggle asked and Oliver saw his friend closing the box and putting it inside Oliver's hand. He put it inside his leather's pants pocket, seeing the big volume of it against his leg and feeling a Felicity-like innuendo coming to his mind.
"I don't know, I have this whole plan, but…" Oliver was saying when the door of the lair opened and Felicity appeared, smiling down at them.
"Hi, boys!" she waved, skipping down the steps.
Oliver felt his heart freeze when he saw the way she was moving, too quickly, with her high high heels.
He almost run to her, and when she stumbled on the last step, he grabbed her body and hugged her, only releasing his girlfriend when she patted awkwardly in his shoulder.
"Why would you do that? Don't you know it's dangerous? You can't worry only about yourself anymore!" Oliver admonished her, while, behind them, Roy and Diggle were trading surprised looks.
"Oliver, it's no big deal!" Felicity laughed, trying to create some space between them while he was acting so weirdly.
"No big deal?" he screeched, making Felicity jump. "No big deal? Felicity, you have to worry for two now! I know you wanted to tell me yourself, but I kind of figured it out…" and jumping into the train, he took the box out of his pocket and opened it, going down on one knee in front of a speechless Felicity. "I know I didn't always did things right, I know I mess up a lot, I know I will have to keep fighting to be worthy of you for the rest of my life… But I want a life together… I want a life with you and our baby and I want him to be happy and…" he was saying, emotionally, when Diggle and Roy started shouting at the same time as Felicity.
"What baby?
"Are you pregnant?"
"Did he knock you up?"
"Seriously, what are you talking about?"
"Yes, what is he talking about?"
"Why didn't you tell us?"
But Oliver was frozen, watching Felicity shocked expression.
"You… are not pregnant?" he asked slowly and Felicity shook her head.
"But the puking and not wanting to eat your favorites… and the large clothes!" Oliver counted and Felicity sighed.
"I had food poisoning, I just came back from the doctor to make sure it was all gone… And I noticed you looking at my belly and I kind of abused in Big Belly for the last weeks, so I was trying to keep it under wraps until I could get some exercise done." she answered, seeing the disappointment fill Oliver's eyes.
"Oh, Oliver…" she whispered, kneeling in front of him. "You were worried I was going to be a single mom?"
"It was not that, not really…" he replied softly, letting his head fall.
"Hey…" Felicity said, grabbing his head and making him look at her. "Tell me…"
"I was scared at first, I won't deny it, but then when I really thought about it, the idea made me so happy… I want to have a family with you and I had this ring for months now, but I was always scared about you saying no or the moment not being the right one or…"
"Yes." Felicity said.
"What?" Oliver asked.
"Yes, I'll marry you. Even if you didn't ask... not really…" she chuckled and Oliver's smile slowly appeared in his face.
"Was I really dumb? I had this whole plan with a restaurant and candles and beautiful clothes…" he said and Felicity shook her head.
"This was perfect. This was us. With our friends, in the middle of the place from where we save this city… I loved it!" she gushed and Oliver's smile grew exponentially.
He slipped the ring around her extended finger and kissed her knuckles.
"So, there's not a little Queen on the way?" Diggle asked and Felicity shook her head.
"Not for now, but who knows. This family needs some new elements…" Felicity laughed and Oliver kissed her lips.
"I'm going to say this right now, I won't change any diapers, that's a parents' job, not the cool uncle's." Roy said and Diggle turned to high-five him.
"Couldn't have said it better, but you know, the cool uncle? That's totally me…" Diggle replied and Roy scoffed.
During the next ten minutes they entered a discussion of who would be the cooler uncle and Felicity chuckled the entire time, while Oliver kept rubbing her finger, feeling the ring under his digits and smiling every time she kissed it.
