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Prompt: established olicity. Felicity is insecure or self conscious about herself or a part of her body and oliver is an Insensitive jerk about it. He realizes his mistake and is trying to make it up to her.

Oliver watched his wife smooth her hands over her dress, her hands repeating the notion over her belly four more times before her face crumbled.

Fuck, she was breaking his heart.

Earlier that week, Oliver had come home to his wife to find her on the floor in front of the t.v, surrounded by copious amounts of sweets. He had grinned down at her and jokingly said something about watching how much she ate.

He had watched her face shut down, had felt her pulling from him when he tried to curl up next to her at night, had heard her short, clip answers.

Hell, he had never noticed her having any sort of body imagine issues. Not through their whole friendship, not through their dating period, nor their engagement period (even though it had only lasted a week until Oliver had demanded she become his wife straight away).

Now, a year into their marriage, Oliver was witnessing Felicity hate her own body and he had no idea how to help.

He felt like such a jerk, knowing he was he one that had suddenly caused this, even though he hadn't meant to.

"I don't want to go." Felicity whispered as she walked over to him. Oliver fought to control his sadness, his anger, and he moved towards her even as she flinched back from him.

"Damnit, Felicity. Talk to me." he rasped, gripping her arms.

Bright blue eyes blinked up at him, pooling with tears, lower lip suddenly trembling. He cursed, pulling her into his arms and holding her as she suddenly began to sob. She tried to talk between her heart wrenching sobs but he couldn't understand her, only catching some words.

He moved her backward, settling her on the couch, pushing her hair back from her face as she clung to his shirt.

"Baby, calm and talk to me." he whispered gently. She leant closer to him, her head nuzzling under his chin as she seemed to force herself to clam, to breathe.

"I'm fat." her voice hitched as she said it. Oliver jerked back from her, looking down at her in shock.

"I beg your pardon?" he growled, ducking his head to meet her watery gaze.

"I'm getting so fat." she snapped at him, her brows snapping into a frown. She pushed him away from her, slapping at his hands.

"And it's all your fault!" she hissed at him. Oliver tumbled back from her as she shot to her feet.

"My fault?" he asked, stepping back up into her personal space. She glowered up at him her lip curling into a snarl.

"Yes! You and your damn soldiers!" she snipped. Oliver frowned, staring down at her in confusion.

When he realised what she meant, his mouth dropped open in shock. He stared at her for a minute, both of them eyeing each other off.

Pregnant. She was saying she was pregnant. His wife, his Felicity was pregnant. And the goddamn woman was blaming him!

"And it is my soldiers that are to blame?" he snarled, pushing her back until she was back down on the couch, moving to lay her down so he could cover her body with his. He tangled a hand into her hair, making sure she couldn't look away from him.

"Listen here and listen good, Felicity. You are the most smart, loving and beautiful woman I have ever met. You are caring, unselfish and defend the ones you love at all cost. You don't let anyone walk over you and you are graceful when you go head to head with people that dare to belittle you. But most of all, you are my wife. My sexy, sassy, beautiful wife." he murmured, his hand cupping her jaw, thumb brushing her lower lip. "And now you are my pregnant wife. The woman carrying, protecting, my son. If anything, Felicity, that makes you so much more then what you are."

"And what would that be?" she whispered, her eyes filling with tears once again.

"A mother." he purred, lowering his head to brush his lips over hers.

"A fat mother." she grumbled. Oliver growled at her, nipping her lower lip.

"A beautiful mother." he corrected. She pushed up on his shoulders so she could meet his gaze.

"You'll still love me even when I'm fat?" she whispered.

"You call yourself fat one more time, Mrs Queen, and I'll take you over my knee." he rumbled. She giggled against him, then, her face brightening.

"You know I'd enjoy that to much." she whispered.

"We are going to be parents, Felicity. Parents! And you are going to be the most beautiful mother on this earth." he told her, nuzzling his nose against hers.

She reached up with her hands, slipping them into his hair and brushed her lips over his.

She kissed him softly, a kissed filled with promise and love. When she pulled back, though, she was frowning.

"Son?" she quizzed. Oliver grinned at her down at her.

"Thea was a fluke. Queens are alway born male." he stated cockily.

She rolled her eyes, cursed overly boastful males before she went back to kissing him.

Clio Queen made her first appearance on the 3rd of March, 2018.

Both Felicity and Oliver cried.

And when Oliver had finally pulled himself together, he turned to his wife with a grin on his face, loving her more now then ever.

"Fluke." he whispered, gazing at his beautiful wife and his equally beautiful daughter.