Me-and-addy requested: Hello! I was wondering could you write a drabble where Felicity is pregnant and doesn't know how to tell Oliver? Thank you and your writing is sooooooooooooooooo good! And amazing. And awesome!
And anonymous requested: Oliver and Felicity have a one night stand and are pretending like it didn't happen but she's pregnant how does she tell him? how does he react? (please make it cute lol)

No. See, the problem is that I really don't think it was a mistake.

Well, no, actually. That's not the problem. The problem is that now I'm pregnant, which, I have to admit, is a much larger issue than not actually regretting sleeping with you to begin with.

It was just - amidst the morning after panic, walk of shame, all that jazz, I ended up rambling on (as usual) and finally just said that we should forget it ever happened.

Ugh.

Not really an option. One does not sleep with Oliver Queen and forget it ever happened, because that's not a thing that's actually possible, because, yeah, oh my god. Oh my sex god, really, and just-

But also. Pregnant. That's a thing that's happening now too.

Great.

But you, you just went with it. Which, if I stop to think about, actually makes me want to scream, because I'm pretty sure you only went with it because you thought it was what I wanted, which it really isn't, and also, did I mention pregnant?

And now everything's awkward all the time, and you barely talk to me, and I barely talk to you, which is so dumb, because every time I look at you, I want to kiss you, and also lick that cord in your neck you get when you're climbing the ladder thingy? Yeah, not so conducive to a working relationship.

And how am I supposed to deal with it if you won't talk to me about it? I'm going nuts now and I'm not even far enough along to be throwing my guts up at any given moment, because again, pregnant, hello…

So, yeah, um, that's why I can't have any of the wine. Which sucks even more because I've been waiting for a bottle since your dumb scavenger hunt cover story.

Deafening silence descends as she finally manages to stop rambling and look up at Oliver, biting her lip.

His eyes are wide, and he' still holding out the glass of red wine he'd brought to celebrate the new QC merger.

A moment later she's enveloped in a hug, and a moment after that his lips are finally on hers once again.