Alright, here is the next part to this! There's only one more chapter to come (sad face) but I've got plenty more Olicity fics I'm working on :)

Enjoy.

4 - Hospital Bed

Oliver drags a hand down his face and sighs as he continues to pace up and down. He was exhausted and barely able to stay on his feet but there was no time to think about that now. Felicity was on the other side of that door, that he was sure was taunting him, and she needed him. Digg was sitting in the chair across from him and looked on in amusement.

"Why are you so stressed about this?" he asked and Oliver stopped his pacing to look at him.

"I don't exactly know what to feel right now Digg," Oliver replied. "I don't know where my head is."

"This is an entirely new situation for you so it's okay to feel a little out of your depth,"

"What do I do?" Oliver asked as he sat down. Digg stared at him for a moment before answering.

"You take a deep breath and then you enter that room because she needs you in there. She needs you to be calm and collected and to be the Oliver she knows. If you walk in there like this, you aren't doing the both of you any favours."

"I can do this," Oliver mumbled to himself. He wiped his hands on his pants and took a deep breath before standing up. He walked to the door and stopped as he placed his hand on the handle. Turning back to Digg, he offered him a smile.

"Thank you," He said before turning the handle and opening the door. Digg nodded his head.

"Anytime."

As soon as Oliver stepped through the door, he paused for a moment. He could do this but at that moment, going on a mission felt a hundred times easier than walking further into that room. Taking down a multitude of criminals or trying to run his company felt like easy tasks to complete compared to this. Even things with his mothe-

"Oliver?" a soft voice called out, cutting through his thoughts. Pushing himself away from the door, Oliver walked in further and couldn't help the smile that crossed his face as Felicity came into view. Why was he stressed about this again?

"Hey," he said. Felicity gave him a tired smile and extended an arm out for him to take. Oliver took it without hesitation and bent down to drop a kiss to her forehead.

"Hi," she replied, looking up at him with a breathtaking smile.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Tired," Felicity answered with a laugh. "Tired and sore but perfectly happy." Oliver watched as Felicity's eyes left his to travel down to the small bundle wrapped up on her chest. A small tuft of hair could be seen peeking through the top of the blankets along with a tiny sleeping face.

"Can you believe that he is ours?" Felicity asked softly.

"I couldn't for a moment but now I can," Oliver said as he pressed a kiss to the back of Felicity's hand. "You did so well sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

"Yeah well don't go getting any ideas about having another one soon. I don't know how my body did that."

"Too late," Oliver joked. Felicity turned her head and gave him a playful glare.

"Fine, but next time you are going to be the one giving birth."

"I can't promise anything," Oliver said. "Now give him here. Daddy want's a cuddle and you should try and get some sleep,"

"I'm fine," Felicity said before her body betrayed her as a large yawn escaped her.

"I believe that," Oliver said, laying on the sarcasm as he bent over to take a hold of his son. His son. Oliver thought that he would need some time to get used to saying that and hearing it but it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"We still need to decide on a name," Felicity mumbled as she adjusted herself into a more comfortable position. Oliver stood up from his chair and began to walk slowly, rocking his son back and forth.

"Did you have any ideas?" Oliver asked as he looked up. He laughed softly as he watched Felicity trying to stay awake.

"I like the name John," Felicity says. Oliver smiles at her and looks down at the baby in his arms.

"I think that is a perfect name," Oliver whispers, watching as Felicity nods her head before closing her eyes with a contented sigh. He leans over and presses another kiss to her forehead. "Sleep tight,"

"I love you," Felicity whispers back before sinking into the exhaustion and falling asleep immediately. Oliver sits back down in the chair and watches her. Her hair sticks to her forehead and there is still a slight shine from the sweat as she pushed her body further than she ever had. Her cheeks are rosy red and she is completely make up free but Oliver had never seen her look more beautiful than in this moment. The ring adorning a very important finger on her left hand catches in the light and Oliver knew that life couldn't be any more perfect than what it was right now.

Oliver woke up with a gasp and shot up in his bed. He looked around at his surroundings and knew that he was in his room. Felicity, being married, her having his son, it had all been a dream and a very vivid one at that. Everything had felt so real that Oliver was wishing that was his normal life.

He had been questioning his feelings about his IT girl and if anything, his dream was just cementing the fact that he could have that life with Felicity if he just took a chance. He remembered very clearly telling her that he couldn't be with someone he could care about due to what he did but Felicity was already a part of what he did. She was already in danger, she was already a target. A life with her would be better than spending a life alone due to his fears.

Felicity had already proved time and time again that she was here for him. She believed in what he did. She was never afraid to put him in his place and wasn't afraid to speak her mind. Sure her mind got away from her sometimes but he found that side of her quite endearing.

She had stayed by his side through thick and thin and was always quick to defend him. She trusted him with her life and he hoped that she would trust him enough to care for her heart. Oliver knew that she had a crush on him as she had somehow let it slip every now and again through her rambles.

There was really no choice to make when it came to her. He would die to save her. With that thought in mind, Oliver jumped out of bed, seeing that the sun was just beginning to rise. The only obstacle he had to get through now was to tell her. How hard could it be.

I hope that was to your satisfaction :) Did any of you see that coming? haha.