Oliver, still holding the back of his hospital gown shut, leaned against the counter of the nurse's station.

The middle aged nurse on duty looked up and gave Oliver a smile, "Mr. Queen, it's very nice to see you up and about."

Oliver gave the woman a half smile, "Thank you… Ann," he read her nametag, "I was wondering when mine and my wife's clothes and personal items were."

"Oh," Ann said, "Well, your clothes were ruined in the accident and from the doctors cutting them off, so we got rid of them. I have your wife's purse with all of your things right here."

She stood up and went into a back room, emerging a few seconds later with Felicity's slightly oversized clutch bag.

Oliver took it with a grateful smile, "Thank you."

Ann waved her hand, "Oh it's no problem. We usually leave personal items in the room with the patients, but we took your things and locked them away, just in case any prying nurses or other patients decided to take a look."

Oliver nodded, "Thank you. My wife and I appreciate your thinking."

"Don't you worry about it. I know you two will be around for another day or so, and if you need anything, don't hesitate to call for me," Ann smiled warmly at Oliver, and reached out to pat his hand.

Oliver, not entirely used to genuine displays of caring from strangers, just nodded and moved over to the corner so he could call Thea.


"Answer my phone, Roy? I can't get to it," Thea said as she tried to bounce Bea onto her hip. The little girl was not having any of her aunt's attempts, and screamed louder, throwing her body back, as if she were going to take a dive out of Thea's arms.

"Yeah," Roy fished the phone out of Thea's back pocket, and answered it as he hoisted the diaper bag higher onto his shoulder, "Hello?"

"Thea?" Oliver's voice came through the speaker. He sounded confused, so Roy chuckled.

"Nah, Roy. Thea's get her hands full with Bea," Roy settled the phone in between his cheek and shoulder so he could pass a pacifier to Diggle.

The larger man took it gratefully and pressed it into Theo's mouth. The one-year-old immediately stopped crying and closed his eyes.

"What's wrong with my baby?" Oliver asked.

"Nothing. Well, not nothing. She's not happy that you two didn't pick her up," Roy paused, "Hey! You're awake!"

"Ollie's awake?" Thea asked, her mouth forming a smile.

Oliver sighed, "Yeah, Felicity and I are both up. How's Theo? Put Bea on."

"Theo's good. It looks like he's napping in John's arms," Roy craned his neck, and saw that the boy was, in fact, asleep.

"Dig's arms? Why isn't he in bed or a crib or something?" Oliver asked, leaning his head against the wall.

"Because we're not home," Roy said, "We're-"

"Right in front of me," Oliver finished as his sister led the group off of the newly opened elevator.

He grinned at the sight of his motley family, but his smile immediately became a frown when he saw how upset his daughter was.

Hurrying forward (forgetting all about his exposed backside), he held out his arms and took Bea from his sister.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, baby?" Oliver kissed his daughter's forehead and held her back a little so she could see his face.

"Daddy!" she shrieked and latched her arms around his neck. Oliver laughed and hugged her tight.

"I missed you too, bug. Were you good for Aunt Thea and Uncle Roy?" Oliver raised an eyebrow, already knowing some of the answer.

Bea crinkled up her nose, an action identical to Felicity, and shook her head sadly, "Not this mornin'. I hitted Uncle Roy."

Oliver bit the inside of his lip and looked up at his future brother-in-law, who nodded.

"Yeah. She's got a damn good right hook," he shook his head, but there was a gleam in his eye.

"You know that was bad right?" Oliver looked down at his daughter, "Maybe you should tell Uncle Roy that you're sorry?"

Bea turned her tiny body in Oliver's arms and reached out to Roy. The former felon took her into his arms.

"Sorry, Uncle Roy. I'm never gonna hits you 'gain," Bea planted a kiss on her uncle's cheek.

Thea let out an 'awww,' and said, "Stay there! I want a picture."

Oliver rolled his eyes, but he and Diggle watched as Thea took a picture, Bea hamming it up with a giant grin and a pose.

"Good to see you on your feet, man," Diggle said, clapping Oliver on the shoulder, while still managing to keep Theo completely still in his other arm.

"Good to be up," Oliver laughed, but Diggle could see that the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"What happened?" he asked.

Oliver looked at Thea and Roy with his daughter, and sighed, "I'll tell you later," and then louder, "Let's go see mommy."

"Yay! Mommy!" Bea wiggled her way out of Roy's arms, and toddled after Oliver.

He held the door to Felicity's room open for her, and as soon as Felicity saw her baby girl, she let out a scream of happiness.

"Bea! I missed you, honey," she blew kisses at her daughter, until Oliver lifted her up and placed the tiny blonde in bed next to her mother.

"Remember your side," Oliver whispered to Felicity. She nodded, and proceeded to kiss Bea all over her face.

"Ollie?" Thea said from the doorway. Oliver turned to see her and Roy with their hands over their eyes.

"Oh, right. The hospital gown. You guys didn't happen to bring clothes did you?" Oliver asked.

Thea held out a shopping bag, "Thank God we did."

Oliver smiled, and grabbed the bag, holding it behind him as he went into the bathroom.

When he came back out, everyone had found chairs and they were all relaxing.

Bea was braiding (read: knotting) Felicity's hair as she told her mom all about the fun she and Aunt Thea had trying on make-up. Felicity was trying her hardest not to wince in pain as their daughter pulled at her hair, but Oliver caught the subtle flash of pain on her face.

"Bee, how about you let Mommy braid your hair?" he suggested, much to Felicity's relief.

When Bea nodded a vehement yes, Felicity mouthed, 'thank you,' at him. Felicity began to gently braid the thin blonde hair, while Bea continued telling stories.

Theo was now resting in Roy's arms, peacefully sleeping.

"You know, the kids really were great. I mean, aside from this morning, which wasn't their fault," Thea said, leaning her head against Oliver's side when he sat on the arm of her chair, "You guys should think about having another baby."

Felicity's hands stopped, but then started braiding almost immediately. Oliver saw her though, and when he tried to catch her eye, she wouldn't look at him.

He cleared his throat, "I'm gonna head to the cafeteria and get some juice. Does anyone want anything?"

Thea and Roy shook their heads. Felicity mumbled, 'No thanks, babe," but Diggle stood up.

"I'll come with you," he knew that Oliver wanted to talk. He wasn't stupid (or blind, for that matter), and had caught Felicity's reaction to Thea's proclamation.

Diggle closed the door behind him and asked, "What is it?"

Oliver rubbed a hand through his hair as they walked to the elevator, stalling a little bit.

Diggle raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

"I don't know how to say it, Dig," Oliver admitted, feeling too many emotions at once.

"Is it bad?" John asked, "Terminal bad?"

Oliver shook his head, "No, thank god. Nothing like that. Nothing that bad, I swear."

"Obviously it's not something that you were dealing with before the accident," John pointed out, "Otherwise I would've known about it."

Oliver nodded, and stepped aside to let a couple onto the elevator, "Yeah, this is a new development."

Once the elevator reached the cafeteria floor, both men stepped out. Diggle continued walking down the hall, but stopped when he realized that Oliver wasn't walking with him.

Oliver had stopped and sat on one of the window ledges, and Diggle couldn't help but notice that he looked much older than his 34 years.

Diggle backtracked and stopped in front of his best friend, "Is it you, or Felicity?"

"Felicity," Oliver admitted, looking up from his hands, "She…the accident…the other car hit her side."

Diggle nodded; he already knew that just from looking at the totaled car.

Oliver kept talking, almost as if he were trying to fill the silence, "When it hit her, I don't know. A piece of the car, mine or his, broke off and it cut into her."

Diggle frowned, not liking where Oliver's words were going. Or where he thought they were going.

"She can't have anymore kids, Dig. We're done," Oliver finally blurted out.

John's face dropped, "Shit. I'm so sorry, Oliver."

Oliver nodded as Diggle pressed a hand onto his shoulder and squeezed, "So am I. I didn't even think I would want another baby. Bee and Theo are amazing. I just assumed it would be an option, if we ever wanted it, you know?"

Diggle nodded and settled himself onto the ledge next to Oliver.

"And then Felicity. She's okay with it. She doesn't care," Oliver shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it.

"I don't think that's true. I saw her face when Thea said what she said. That didn't look like the face of a woman okay with not being able to have more kids," Diggle said.

Oliver lifted and dropped his shoulder, "Well, if she's not okay with it, she didn't tell me. When we found out, she was perfectly fine, upbeat, like nothing was wrong."

"Oliver, you know Felicity. She's open with her emotions, except when she isn't."

Oliver frowned, "And she's usually closed off when it comes to me."

Diggle held up a hand, "Now, I didn't say that…."

"But it's implied. I mean, I think I'll spend the rest of my life making Russia up to her."

John winced; the time period after they had come back from rescuing Lyla all those years ago was a frosty one. But he had no idea that Oliver still felt bad about it.

"I just think, that our girl will talk when she's ready. It won't be today, but it could be tomorrow."

"What if she falls to pieces?" Oliver said, his brow creasing.

"Then you pick them up, and you help her put herself together. Just like she did for you."


A/N: So we have chapter 4! On the same day as my oneshot. Man, am I on a roll or what?

So here we have some more Thea/Roy. Some Mommy!Felicity and Daddy!Oliver. Some traumatized Thea. And my personal favorite, Oliver/Dig bromance! The last bit of this chapter gave me issues. It felt really cliched. So I changed it. But then it felt really insincere. So i changed it. And this is was really out of character So I changed it back to the original way, and it felt right. Go figure.

As of now, I have two more chapters planned for this one. And then a ton of oneshots planned. But I was originally going to make this a three parter...so basically my planning is useless.

Again, I want to thank you guys for the amazing response and feedback for this story. Which reminds me:

Guest reviewer who got a Thursday detention for reading this in class: I LOVE that you love this story. But PLEASE don't get yourself into trouble just to read it. The chapter will be around when you're out of class, and paying attention to class is more important than Olicity fic.

Thank being said, I'd still love it if you guys reviewed =)