Oliver wasn't sure what woke him from his dreamless slumber, but he laid there in bed on his side listening for anything that might be out of the ordinary. After a few moments, he sighed deeply before rolling onto his back. He didn't want to look at the spot beside him in the bed where Felicity normally sleeps. This business meeting in Gotham was ridiculous and he was going to make sure she never left him overnight like this again. Stretching out his left arm, he went to pull her pillow to him, but he encountered a small body instead.

"Daddy?" a little voice whispered into the darkness.

"Ella, what are you doing in here?" he replied as he turned on his side to face his three-year-old daughter. He'd tucked her into bed hours ago, and she'd been sound asleep when he left her room. Her sneaking into his room must have been what awoke him.

"I miss Mommy," she whispered as she shifted closer to him. Oliver gently pulled her into his warmth and wrapped his arms around her little body. She'd been a cuddler since the day she was born. She especially liked to cuddle with men, which her mother and aunt found absolutely hilarious. Ella would fall right to sleep in his arms, but she also loved cuddling with her Uncle John and her Uncle Roy. They'd all fallen under spell from the very first moment they'd laid eyes on her.

"I miss Mommy too, pumpkin. She'll be home tomorrow," Oliver reassured his little girl as she snuggled into his chest and wrapped her little arm around his chest. Her small fingers danced a pattern across his back and Oliver laid his lips against the crown of her head.

"Daddy?"

"Hmm?" Oliver hummed against her head.

"What is the baby's name going to be?" she asked.

"Well, Mommy and I haven't exactly decided on what to name him," Oliver answered. Ella was a very astute little girl and she'd overheard several of Felicity and Oliver's debates over what to name the baby boy she now carried.

"But he has to have a name, Daddy," Ella protested before letting out a loud yawn. Oliver pulled her closer and placed a kiss to her temple which was covered with fine, blonde hair.

"I know, sweet pea. Mommy and I will pick a name really soon. I promise," Oliver whispered.

"Okay. Night, Daddy," she whispered before drifting off to sleep. Oliver just smiled as he closed his eyes.

A weight settling on the mattress woke Oliver the next morning. He was on his back with Ella sprawled across his chest. Her head was pillowed in the curve of his right arm and her body rested across his chest and abdomen. He looked to his right to see his six-month pregnant wife smiling down at the both of them.

"Found a new bed partner, huh?" she whispered before slipping off her shoes and curling up against his side.

"She wandered in here in the middle of the night. She said she missed her Mommy," Oliver said before leaning down to kiss his wife's lips.

"Aww, my baby. I missed her too," Felicity sighed as she leaned down to press a kiss to Ella's hand that was resting on Oliver's bicep.

"She was grilling me in the middle of the night about why her baby brother didn't have a name yet," Oliver said with a light chuckle. "She's so your child."

"Hey, I like that she knows how to get what she wants. Although she gets that natural curiosity bit from you, Mr. Queen," Felicity said with a grin.

"She is the perfect blend of us," Oliver replied. "So, any ideas come to you?"

"You know, I was thinking about that last night when I couldn't sleep. I really like the name Connor, and it sounds good when you put it together with Ella. Ella and Connor," Felicity said as she watched her husband's face for a reaction. All of the other names she had suggested had caused a frown or scowl to cross his face, but this one garnered a thoughtful expression.

"I like Connor," Oliver answered after a few moments of silence.

"Me too," a little voice added. Oliver and Felicity looked down to see their daughter's bluish-grey eyes, so much like her father's, staring at them.

"You do?" Felicity asked with a smile.

"Yep," Ella replied before climbing over her father to move into her mother's arms. She settled into the space between Oliver and Felicity. Oliver repositioned himself so he was facing Felicity. Ella pressed her back against her father's chest and laid her head on her mother's chest. Her little hands rested on the bump that held her little brother.

"Do you like the name Connor?" she whispered to the bump causing both of her parents to grin. The baby gave a kick that had them all laughing.

"Connor Queen, it is," Oliver said.

"Connor Robert Queen," Felicity added.

"Perfect," Ella whispered.