"I want one," Felicity whispered thoughtfully.
Oliver was sitting on the floor holding Sara Diggle. She was giggling as he carefully tossed her into the air and caught her. He looked up, startled at Felicity's words.
"What?" he choked out, unsure if he had heard her correctly."
"I want one," Felicity repeated, this time her words were louder.
Oliver placed Sara back on the floor, she made a sound of discontent, but Oliver handed her a stuffed toy, distracting her. He stood up and walked briskly to where Felicity say on the couch.
"Do you mean…" Oliver asked hesitantly. "A baby?"
"Yeah," Felicity replied, a faraway look on her face as she watch Sara play with the stuffed unicorn. "A mini Oliver running around, climbing up on the furniture. Getting into trouble."
"Or a mini version of you," Oliver suggested, the image of a little girl, running towards him, calling him Dad, filled his mind. "Smart and beautiful just like her mother."
"As long as she doesn't inherit my tendency to babble and say inappropriate things," Felicity laughed.
"Oh, I don't know," Oliver disagreed as he sat next to her. "That's always been one of my favourite things about you. One of the first things I fell in love with."
"With your eyes," Felicity added, a small smile across her face.
"Your smile," Oliver continued. "And ability to see the good in every situation."
"How many?" Felicity asked, looking at Oliver. "More than one?"
"At least two," he responded. "Maybe three or four. If you want."
"A boy first," Felicity stated. "Then a girl. So, he can look out for her the way that you look out for Thea."
"Okay," Oliver agreed, he carefully cradled Felicity's face in his large hand.
Felicity sighed happily. "When? I mean, should we get married first?"
"Definitely," Oliver settled. "But… you know what they say, 'Practice makes perfect'."
"Oliver," Felicity scolded, laughing as she turned her attention back to Baby Sara who had abandoned her toy and was now playing with building blocks. "We're supposed to be watching Sara."
"I don't mean this minute," Oliver denied. "When we get home."
"We're really doing this?" Felicity asked, turning to look at Oliver. "We're not, I don't know, rushing this? We've only been back together for a few months."
"Felicity, I have been dreaming of this day since Ivy Town," Oliver announced. "I used to dream about a little blonde girl, running around the back yard. We were happy."
"I dye it," Felicity interjected.
"I know," Oliver continued. "A little girl, with your smile and laugh. That called you mommy and looked just like you. I wasn't the Arrow anymore, there were no criminals chasing us."
"Really?" Felicity said. "You never said anything."
"You weren't ready," Oliver explained. "I knew that. So, I waited."
"You waited?" Felicity echoed. "What if I was never ready?"
"I hoped you would be," Oliver admitted. "And I'd wait a lifetime for you."
"So, we're doing this?" Felicity confirmed. "A baby. A real, screaming, crying, pooping baby."
"Yes," Oliver replied.
"Are you sure we can do this?" Felicity asked, fear entering her wide, blue eyes. "What if I'm a terrible mother? What if I can't get them to stop crying? What if they don't sleep? Then we won't sleep. What if, because of that lack of sleep, we stop loving each other. What if I accidentally leave them in the car when I go to get groceries. Or–"
"Fe-lic-ity," Oliver interrupted her ranting, he covered her mouth with his hand. "We can do this. Together. We can do this."
Felicity nodded behind his hand, the fear leaving her eyes.
"You are going to be an amazing mother," Oliver promised. "And we have time. When it happens, we'll be ready."
"Okay," Felicity's voice was muffled from Oliver's hand, he lowered it. "Okay, we can do this, together."
"Together," Oliver smiled and turned his attention back to Sara, who rubbed her eyes sleepily. He stood, walking over to her, cradling her in his arms. She settled in, her eyes drifting shut.
Felicity stood from her place on the couch, she walked over to join them, her hand rested on Sara's curls. A small laugh escaped her lips.
"What?" Oliver whispered, trying not to disturb the toddler in his arms.
"I just thought of something," Felicity explained. "When we have a little girl. What are you going to do when she gets older. When she starts liking boys?"
A frown crossed Oliver's face. "I'd still have my arrows," he said sternly. "They'd have to get through me first."
Felicity laughed loudly, Sara stirred in Oliver's arms. Felicity covered her mouth, muting her laughter. "She will have to grow up sometime."
"When she's 30," Oliver countered. "She can date when she's 30."
"Oh, this is going to be interesting," Felicity whispered.
"When has our life not been interesting?" Oliver asked as he walked down the hallway to Sara's room.
"True," Felicity agreed, following behind.
"I can't wait," Oliver whispered as he laid Sara on her bed.
"Me too," Felicity said as the couple left the room, closing the door behind them.