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Oliver offers to babysit for Dig and Lyla. Oliver knows nothing about babies.
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"Oliver?" Felicity asks, worry evident in her voice, "What's going on, are you okay?"
"Felicity, I need you to get here now." Oliver replies, frantic and strained.
"I'm leaving my apartment now, where are you?" She now has her phone pressed between her shoulder and her cheek as she forces her boots onto her feet.
"I'm at home, in the mansion." Over the sound of his voice, she can hear something loud and shrill in the background.
"Oliver, is there a dying cat sitting with you, or something?" She inquires, having to pull the phone away from her ear a little bit when the whailing gets to be too loud.
"No time to explain, just hurry." There's a long beep that lets Felicity know the call has ended. She slips into her little red mini and drives as fast as she can - but still safely, of course - to the Queen manor.
A few minutes later, she's about to knock on he front door when it's thrown open, revealing a stressed and disheveled looking Oliver Queen. He latches onto her arm and pulls her over the threshold and towards the living room - towards whatever it is that is making that horriffic noise - without so much as a hello.
"It's in there." He says vaguely, waving his hand towards the room before running it through his hair with an exasperated sigh.
"What is- oh." Lying on one of the couches is a tiny baby, crying it's poor little heart out and waving it's arms in the air. "Why is baby Digg lying on your couch?" She inquires, after she realises that she definitely recognises the child.
"I offered to babysit for them because Digg and Lyla just wanted a night out, you know, but it just won't stop crying!"
Felicity rolls her eyes at the man who clearly has no idea what he's doing, before moving forward and scooping up little Nathan into her arms. She begins cooing at him and rocks him gently from one side to the other until he begins to calm down.
After only seconds, the baby's cries have all but vanished, replaced by a soft giggling sound as Felicity pokes his nose gently. A pair of tiny fingers reach up to wrap around one of her own as the little boy yawns, closing his eyes, and drifts to sleep.
"How did you do that?" Oliver asks, moving towards the now silent baby, sleeping peacefully in Felicity's arms.
She shushes him, because, really, she just got Nathan to go to sleep, she does not need Oliver to be waking him right back up again. Spying a little cot in the far corner of the room, Felicity walks slowly towards it so as not to jostle the bundle she carries, before gently laying him down in it.
She waits for a moment to make sure he's not going to wake up and start whaling again before she straightens and turns back towards Oliver, who's staring at her with such amazement you'd think she just took down an army all by herself.
Felicity motions towards the hallway, still wary of waking the sleeping baby, and the two leave the room together. She notices on the way out just how messed up the room is; pillows have been tossed on the floor, there's a diaper bag thrown over the arm of one chair and a bottle tucked between the cushions of another.
Felicity chuckles, rolling her eyes a little, because of course Oliver would treat looking after a baby like it was some earth shattering crisis.
"So, which idiot decided to leave you alone with Nathan? Surely John didn't agree to this." She asked as the pair stepped into the hallway, crossing her arms over her chest.
"He was reluctant, but Lyla really wanted a night out and he eventually decided that it would be okay as long as Raisa was here, but then she got caught in a family emergency and couldn't stay."
"So you called me?"
"Who else was I supposed to call? I have no idea what I'm doing here, Felicity!" Oliver growls, clearly uncomfortable with the situation he's been placed in.
"Why did you offer in the first place, then?" Felicity huffs, but before he can reply they hear a soft sob emit from the living room that soon becomes a full blown cry.
Without having to be asked, Felicity makes her way towards the crib and lifts up the distressed child - the distressed and very smelly child. She hears Oliver quietly thank her, but she's much too preoccupied with little Nathan to respond.
Tucking the baby into one arm, Felicity uses the other to scoop the diaper bag up off the couch as she's making her way to the bathroom. A thought strikes her on her way out, though, and she pauses.
"If I'm going to change this baby's diaper, then you are going to come and learn because I will not be here the next time this happens." They both know she will.
Felicity changes diapers and makes bottles and does all the other stuff that needs to be done in order to keep the little one calm, all whilst showing Oliver what to and not to do with the baby.
It's almost midnight; Oliver is sitting on the couch, completely exhausted - despite the fact that Felicity has done most of the work - watching as she rocks Nathan back and forth, humming an unrecognisable song, before putting him down in the crib for what they both hoped would be the final time that night.
He smiles as he looks on, wondering if she had any younger siblings that she'd taken care of or if she was just a natural when it came to children. When Felicity is finally happy that Nathan is down and staying that way, she shuffles towards the couch Oliver is sitting on and flops down beside him, leaving about a foot of space between them.
"Thank you, Felicity." Oliver says, finally, smiling softly at her as she sinks slowly into the cushions.
"Mhm," she mumbles in reply, "never again."
"Yeah, okay." He chuckles, but it falls on deaf ears as Felicity has already fallen asleep, falling in his direction with her head on his shoulder.
Digg and Lyla show up an hour later to collect Nathan and find the two wrapped around eachother on the couch, both fast asleep. John throws a blanket over his closest friends, gently shaking Oliver's shoulder so he can tell him that they're taking Nathan now.
The still half asleep man just mumbles in response, nodding a little bit, and pulls the blonde at his side closer.
Diggle takes a picture on his phone for future blackmailing purposes.
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It is 6:30am here and I haven't slept all night, so I'm sorry if this is a little off. This was going to be a little longer, but I didn't want to drag it out further than was necessary. I hope you enjoyed this one, let me know what you think.