Selena (bluemoonfireworks) has gotten so many prompts on Tumblr that she has decided to let other people fill them. One prompt was "Oliver and Felicity are arguing about what color the nursery should be and oliver keeps saying green, and felocity isn't having that. So felicity drags oliver to roy, john, thea and sara for a voting". So I thought that it fit pretty perfect with where I wanted the next part of this story to be and while it's not 100% to the prompt, I hope you like it.
Felicity laid out the paint swatches on the wooden floor where she sat cross legged, to a certain degree, rubbing her belly.
"It's nearly there," Tommy had marveled that morning, lovingly caressing her eight month pregnant belly, "It's gonna go 'pop!' any day now!"
Pippa was just as excited at the prospect of not being the youngest anymore and every day, without fail, she would whisper into Felicity's belly button.
She could hear Oliver pottering around the kitchen, hear the sound of a spoon against ceramic, and seconds later he appeared at the door, two mugs in his hands. He held one down to her, which she gratefully accepted and breathed in deeply.
"It's decaf, so, you know, gross but," he shrugged in mock disgust but couldn't help the smile that cracked his features at Felicity's downtrodden expression.
She took a sip, scrunched her nose and placed the mug to her left, patting the floor to her right. Oliver crouched down, his knees cracking unceremoniously, and did the best he could to sit cross legged too.
"I've decided on this one, Happy Home," she held up a yellow swatch, then an orange swatch, "or this one, Passionfruit Poppy."
"I," Oliver said slowly, leaning across his wife's lap and plucking a green swatch off the floor, "still like this once, Splice of Life."
Felicity pursed her lips.
Oliver raised his eyebrows. "Spring Carnival?" he offered another paint swatch.
"Not green," Felicity stated.
"Why not?"
"There's Exquisite Peach," she ignored him, "or Custard Bake?"
"Or Perfect Grass or Lime Leaf?"
Felicity gave Oliver her scary side eye but continued to rearrange the colors.
"I think it'd be really fitting to paint the nursery green," Oliver lent in to kiss her neck.
"Fitting if you want me to be mad at you for the rest of your life," she scoffed and ducked away from his lips.
"Why?"
"I'm pregnant, I don't need a reason."
"We didn't argue about what color to paint the twins' nursery," he pointed out.
"Because Thea went crazy and decorated it for us that time we had to go to Central City for a gyno appointment," Felicity explained.
"Why don't we just leave the wall color as it is?" Oliver gestured to the neutral grey that graced the walls of what was originally a guest room.
"Because I want our baby to wake up to the sun!" Felicity exclaimed.
Oliver jumped slightly at her outburst and she looked sheepishly at him, an apologetic look on her face.
"I just, to me, I want, it's," Felicity stopped, took a deep and continued, "green is like, danger. To me, green represents what you do at night and I just, I don't want to associate our tiny human with that."
Both of her hands went protectively to her belly and she pouted at Oliver.
They both heard the front door open then the house was filled with noise. Tommy and Pippa. John, Lyla and Grace. Thea and Roy. Sara and Laurel.
"Mommy! Daddy!" Pippa was squealing.
"Guys, we're in the nursery!" Oliver called in reply to the incoherent inquiries as to their whereabouts.
There was a thunder of footsteps and excited shouting, getting progressively louder until Tommy and Pippa burst through the door.
"Be careful," Oliver warned as Pippa threw herself at Felicity.
"Sorry, I tried to calm them down before we got home but everyone is very excited about everything," Laurel explained.
"We all kind of arrived at the same time," Thea shrugged.
"I've got the meat on the bench in the kitchen," Diggle added.
"I brought some salad stuff," Sara offered.
"Dessert," Lyla grinned.
"I painted you a picture at school today," Pippa smiled at Oliver.
"And I painted a picture for the baby," Tommy boasted.
Oliver and Felicity shifted their gaze to the unsurprisingly quiet Roy.
"I, uh, brought the beer," Roy shrugged.
"Do you want to see the paintings we did?" Pippa pressed.
"Of course," Felicity ran her hand over the curls springing from Pippa's ponytail.
The twins jumped up and sprinted out of the room and down the hallway.
Grace went and sat down next to Felicity, who put her arm around the ten year olds shoulder and kissed the side of her head.
"Speaking of painting," Oliver cleared his throat and fanned out all of his green paint swatches.
"Ooooh," Thea squatted down next to her brother.
"I don't want green," Felicity declared.
"This color is cute," Lyla toed a yellow sample.
"Yes! It's called Happy Home! And I looooove it and I think even the name is lovely!" Felicity rushed, picking up the square of color and holding it to her chest with both hands.
"This is the green that I like the most," Oliver brandished his beloved Splice of Life.
"It, ah, it's very Arrow-ish," Diggle pulled a face.
"No it's not," Oliver was immediately on the defensive, ignoring Felicity's sympathetic hand on his back and her whispered "it's exactly what it is."
"I like the yellow," Sara smiled at her sister.
"Me, too," Laurel grinned.
By the time Tommy and Pippa returned with their paintings everyone was sat in a circle around the sea of paint swatches.
"Here, Daddy!" Pippa slid into Oliver's lap and held the picture up.
"Littlest one, it's beautiful," he hugged her tightly.
"And," Tommy was knelt down next to his dad, "this is the picture I painted for the baby."
"Alright kids," Felicity said, gently taking the green swatch from Oliver and holding up her favorite yellow swatch, "which one do you think for your little brother or sister?"
"Mom!" Tommy was inexplicable excited, "Look! Look!"
He had gotten to his feet and was waving his painting in the air.
"Come here, Thomas, let me see, show it to me, explain it to me," she stretched her arm around his waist and sat him down.
"The yellow one," he picked it up, squinting slightly at the name and quietly sounding it out, "Happy Home, is the same color as I painted the sun!"
"You could," Lyla spoke up, beckoning Grace to pass her a few squares, "paint one wall the Happy Home color, and the other three the Custard Bake, and hand Tommy's picture opposite, it'd be lovely."
"Or, we could paint one wall green and the other walls white, leaves plenty of room for decorating," Oliver argued.
"I don't mind the peachy colors," Thea shrugged.
"Me either," Grace agreed.
"You two could just go away again, leave it all to me," Thea suggested.
Oliver scrunched his nose up at her and shook his head.
"Be nice," she pouted.
Felicity and Oliver glanced at Diggle.
"Not green," he smiled at Felicity, eliciting a disgruntled grumble from Oliver.
Everyone then turned their attention to Oliver. He looked at his friends and family and then at his wife, who was smiling cheekily at him.
"Fine, yellow wins, but we're throwing in a green crib quilt, something, anything," he demanded.
"Failing that," Roy said, with a preemptive grin on his face, "You could always paint the room red."
His comment was received by a pained groan from everyone involved and earned him a solid whack to the back of the head from Thea.