Hello! Another fluffly fic and guess what? this one has a baby! This is written for both a prompt on tumblr and one here by Lil5weetie I hope you like it!
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Let's face it; I'll never own Arrow. You read, I'll cry.
He should have never let her talk him into this. This is crazy. He's a vigilante, a wanted criminal; he deals with drug dealers and snipers and the Russian mafia… not with babies.
He sighs as he raises his hand to knock the door and hesitates once again. He's done this same movement three times so far without actually knocking. He reckons that he could always turn around and leave. Tell Felicity that something came up and that he's really sorry but despite his promise to help, he can't make it.
A tiny giggle reaches him through the door and he feels somewhat ashamed. He had faced one of the biggest drug dealers in Starling city earlier today by making his way through no less than twenty guards and putting an arrow in their leader's head. He can't let a little girl scare him. That's just silly.
With another sigh, he finally knocks the door.
A few moments later his best friend opens the door with a small smile, stained pajamas and messy hair.
"Oliver!" says Felicity "thank god, I thought you were bailing on me. Come on in" he takes the invitation and goes into the house without bothering to confirm that yes, he almost bailed on her.
"Sorry if I'm late," he followed her to the living room "is the kid here yet?"
"Her name is Emily," said Felicity as she pointed at a little girl sitting by the couch "and her mom just left half an hour ago"
The girl in question looked to be about one or two years old at most. She had brown curls brushing the tip of her chin and chubby cheeks. She turned from her spot to stare at Oliver with bright green eyes and he could feel his heart warming ever so slightly.
"She's been acting well so far," smiled Felicity "aside from throwing a bottle of baby food down my shirt," that explained the stain "and turning my hair band into a toy" and the messy hair "she's been a little angel"
Felicity scooped the kid up into her arms as she talked and brought her closer to Oliver the way adults usually did with babies. As if they were proud that such little creatures existed and wanted to show them off to others. He felt a bit nervous as she turned her back slightly so he could look the baby, who had her head resting on Felicity's shoulder, in the face.
This is weird, Oliver decided as he lowered himself to be level with the baby's face. He didn't need to be here. Felicity was scared that she won't be able to manage her niece all on her own, but the girl is obviously a quiet thing, and Oliver isn't exactly experienced so there was no need for him to stay. Maybe he could just leave now. Or maybe he'll just stay a bit longer.
"Hello there," Oliver murmured to the kid "Emily is it?" the girl smiled and he realized she recognizes her name "how old is she?"
"A year and a half," answers Felicity "she's a bit shy around strangers, but she can walk and um, make sounds. No talking yet, though" At that Emily straightened up in her aunt's arms and wriggled to look at the TV that viewed some dancing reptile.
"I should go make her something to eat," Said Felicity as she followed the kid's gaze to the TV "here you hold her" she offered " and just make sure she doesn't go near anything that could fall on her if you put her down."
Oliver had a mini heart attack as Felicity spoke the words and he tried to tell her that no, he can't hold the baby. He'll drop it. Her. She's too small and he's used to carrying weapons and weights but not fragile, tiny creatures.
However, he couldn't get any of that out because Felicity practically shoved the kid into his arms and he had no choice but to take her.
"This is a very bad idea," argued Oliver as he held the girl with one arm under her knees and another wrapped at her waist "I'm going to drop her."
"Doesn't look like it to me," shrugged Felicity as she shook her arms and headed to the kitchen "I was actually about to tell you how to hold her right, but you're already doing it" she pointed out "ugh I can't feel my arm, I swear" she muttered.
Ignoring the last part, Oliver shook his head and followed after her. "Just because I know how to hold her doesn't mean I won't drop her," the kid now looked up at him with a shy smile as he talked and it made it slightly harder to argue "and you said I'll just have to watch something with you so you don't get bored," his hand came up instinctively to stroke Emily's hair once she laid her head on his shoulder "there was nothing about holding babies, just the fact that there will be one you're watching."
"I said," Felicity had a bottle in one hand and a spoon in the other. "That I won't make you change diapers. And I won't!" she walked around the kitchen as she talked "We'll watch a movie in a bit, we just have to feed her and put her to sleep first"
Well that sounded simple enough. Or so they both thought.
An hour later, the angelic, shy little girl turned into a red cheeked blubbering mess. Neither one of them knew how that happened.
Everything was going alright; the kid giggled as Oliver tickled her and then took her milk only after the third attempt on Felicity's part. They let her dance when the purple reptile started singing and they even took a few pictures of her doing so and sent them to her mom. It was all going very well. Until bedtime came.
The moment Felicity brought out the portable baby crib after changing Emily into her purple PJs, all hell broke loose. The sweet little thing started whimpering at first. Then a few tears leaked. And once Felicity stroked her hair and lowered her into the crib, she started outright wailing.
That was ten minutes ago and the high pitched crying hasn't stopped ever since. Oliver reckoned that the entire building could hear her.
"What do I do?" exclaimed Felicity who was rocking the crib back and forth with one hand and offering Emily her favorite toy with the other.
"Check her diaper?" Oliver stood a few feet back and wouldn't come any closer. Tears weren't his division and neither was crying babies. He honestly couldn't get any closer in fear of glimpsing the child's tear-stained cheeks.
"Already did that," Felicity sounded on the verge of tears herself "she's clean! She's fed and changed and I have no idea what to do. This doesn't normally happen, Oliver." She cast him a panicked look over her shoulder then turned again to Emily "I always know what to do but she has no off buttons or a system I can hack into. Oh my god!"
Oliver frowned as Felicity finished her little rant then started breathing a bit heavier. It would do them no good if she hyperventilated right now. He could hardly deal with a crying Emily, let alone a freaked out Felicity as well.
Taking a deep breath, Oliver crossed the room and crouched next to Felicity. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him –The movement forcing her hands away from the crib and leaving them to hang limply at her sides.
"How about you go drink some water," he offered her his best comforting smile "and I'll try dealing with the baby?" before she could protest, he raised a hand to brush her cheek gently and whispered "I used to help mom with Thea. A little bit. That's how I knew the right way to hold Emily earlier"
Felicity opened her mouth to speak then closed it twice. In the end she settled for giving him a grateful smile and getting up. As she headed for the kitchen, Oliver reached for the crying child and held her with her head laid against his chest. He stood up and started walking in a rhythmic way while humming a song he knew a long time ago.
Emily clutched his shirt in her baby fists and started calming down a bit. Halfway through the song, her eyes were closed and her breaths ruffled her curls.
"She's asleep!" Came Felicity's whisper "I can't believe you got her to sleep" her expression was comical and Oliver would have been offended if he wasn't just as surprised that the singing worked.
"Guess my voice isn't as horrible as I thought" He whispered back with a grin.
"Guess not" muttered Felicity who was, for some reason, slightly blushing.
The rest of the night went uneventful as they took turns checking on the baby and started the movie they planned on watching. Although halfway through it, Felicity's sister showed up and thanked them both for watching her daughter.
"I'll take her and leave you two alone now," Felicity's sister winked as she opened the door "her dad is waiting for us downstairs."
"We're not.." Oliver cleared his throat and shot Felicity, who was blushing a deep crimson, a glance "er, together"
"No. Not together." Confirmed Felicity "Oliver is my friend" she emphasized the word and her sister rolled her eyes although she looked amused "just like I told you earlier."
So they were discussing him earlier. Interesting, he thought.
"Yeah sure, whatever you say," Emily was stirring in her mother's arms and the woman leaned down to kiss her hair "it's just that you two seem to be good with kids and you do look cute together," she shamelessly pointed out "You can get one of your own too," she grinned as she pointed at her sleeping daughter "better with three, eh?"
Felicity, whose face practically burned by now, all but shoved her sister out of the door after that. The older woman simply winked at them both before leaving.
"I'm so so sorry about that," Felicity still held the door open and wouldn't meet his eyes. It was obvious that he's not welcome anymore "my sister has made it her life's mission to embarrass me ever since high school."
"It's alright," Oliver said as he crossed the threshold then turned to look at Felicity. "I have a sister as well," it earned him a smile but still no eye contact "If it's any help, I think she's right about us being good with kids." Felicity's head whipped up before he finished his sentence but once he did, she lowered her eyes again and the blush returned. He knew exactly what she thought he was going to say, and it made him smile how disappointed she looked when he didn't say it.
"So I better go," he rubbed the back of his neck and hesitated a moment before offering "but we never got to finish that movie," Felicity looked up at him slowly. "So maybe we can get to it again sometime later? Say, tomorrow night. No babysitting or interruptions." He continued.
This could have been a friend's invite to watch a movie, which is normal because friends did that all the time. Except after two years of dancing around their feelings, Oliver decided that he didn't mean it that way. His gaze dropping to her lips made that pretty clear, but just to make sure he added "call it a date."
"A date?" she repeated. A little stunned.
"A date" he smiled.
"Fine," she bit her lip "um, sure, yes." It seemed like she didn't know what to do with her hands so she opted to fiddle with the handle then blurted out "Okay then. You should go now before I say something stupid to ruin the moment" she squeezes her eyes shut "which I think I just did"
His lips twitch in amusement but he leans down and kisses her cheek without remarking on the little rant.
"Goodnight, Felicity"
"Goodnight, Oliver."
The last he glimpses of her before she shuts the door are her pink cheeks and smiling lips.
A/N: Don't even ask how I ended the fic that way. My fics tend to always write their own endings and I have a thing for making Olicity a couple even when I didn't plan on it *sighs* anyway, I hope you liked it!
All this sweetness is giving me cavities, so I'm tempted to write Angst for next chapter since it's more my zone... Although we can always avoid that if you gave me more prompts (I need more of those). Sooo yep I'm shamelessly blackmailing you all into giving me prompts, so give me some in reviews and no one dies.. fic-wise, I mean.
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