Hello everyone! This chapter is for a prompt I received on tumblr. It's extremely fluffy and has no mention of the Arrow in it. Just established!Olicity being adorable.

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I don't own anything or anyone or any cute apartments or pancakes but I'd love to own some pancakes that'd be nice.. albeit besides the point. This has been a disclaimer.

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There was something different about Felicity this morning. A glow that hadn't been there the night before. It wasn't that she usually looked anything less than beautiful –she was the most beautiful woman he has ever seen- but there was still something about her that shone brighter today.

"You look happy," Oliver observed with a small smile. He sat down to the small table they used for breakfast and traced his wife's movements with his eyes. The pounce in her step didn't escape him and he smiled wider. "Are you letting me in on the secret or am I gonna have to tickle it out of you?"

Felicity threw him a dirty look at the threat but otherwise remained silent. She hummed as she rose on tiptoes to get their coffee mugs like she always did. Oliver often teased her that she ended up making him coffee after all. She answered that it was simply because his coffee-making skills could easily set fire to their apartment.

"Okay," Oliver was starting to feel real curious now, his voice betraying his curiosity and causing Felicity to bite down a giggle. "Can I guess it?"

"You won't be able to," She challenged as she placed the coffee mug near his plate of pancakes then sat across from him. "But sure, give it a go."

"Umm it's not our anniversary, it's not a holiday, there's nothing new coming out in the theater for another month .. No books either" He counted. "And I'm pretty sure none of your shows is back yet, so that can't be it." Felicity rolled her eyes at that but ushered him to go on. "It's not your birthday and it's not mine. It's a Friday but still not grounds enough to be this excited."

Oliver was starting to get frustrated, there was nothing left that he could think of. He knew what week of what month it was and there was no date in sight that rang of importance.

"Fine," He sighed. "I give up. What is it?"

"Didn't say I was going to tell you," Felicity teased as she chewed at her pancakes. It struck him as strange that they were having pancakes again for breakfast. This had to be the fourth time this week but he shrugged it off in face of a more pressing matter.

"Not fair," Oliver, for the life of him, would never admit that he may have pouted just a little. "You're my wife and we're obliged to share everything, secrets and mysterious moods included. I'm sure it's in the vows somewhere."

"Can't I just be happy?" Felicity laughed, still teasing. Her eyes gleamed as she bit her lip and stole a pancake from his plate.

"Hey! That's mine," Oliver exclaimed but made no move to retrieve the stolen food. He found his wife too adorable with her scrunched up nose and innocent expression to even mock fight her over anything. "And you can be happy over nothing except that I know you and you're happy about something."

"Maybe," Felicity got up and discarded her dish in the sink. It was his turn to wash dishes since she made breakfast so Oliver got up to do the same. Once the dishes were cleaned and his hands dried, Oliver faced Felicity and snaked both arms around her waist. He pulled her closer to him and she came willingly, lips smiling against his chest and fingers toying with the hem of his T-shirt.

"If you're trying to coax me into telling you.. then it's kind of working." She announced, smile still evident in her voice and it was so like Felicity to make him work for whatever she had to tell him. Not that he could protest this kind of work.

"Hmm, that so?" Oliver mumbled against her skin, face nuzzled into her neck and his lips planting soft kisses wherever they touched her. "How am I doing now?"

"Well enough that I may delay telling you for another hour and you'll only have yourself to blame," Felicity's voice sounded breathier than usual and Oliver smirked in triumph. Two years of marriage and he could still make her weak at the knees.

"Doesn't sound like a bad thing at the moment," Oliver murmured, voice dipped low and his mouth seeking Felicity's. She kissed him back for a second then gently pushed away at his chest. Oliver moved back with raised eyebrows. "Oh now you want to tell me." He stated dryly, the hint of amusement in his tone not lost to her.

"Yep," She shrugged, although now her movements seemed hesitant, her fingers unconsciously beating a rhythm against his stomach out of nervous excitement. She took a step back and a deep breath. "Okay, so remember how I wasn't feeling so well the other day? With the nausea and the dizziness and all?"

Oliver frowned but nodded for her to go on. He wasn't expecting that introduction and he worried that there may be something wrong –except that why would Felicity be happy if she was sick.

"So I started wondering if maybe I should take some medicine or something, and I went to the doctor –" Oliver started to protest that he shouldn't be hearing about this just now but Felicity rushed with her words. "And I took your sister with me, so don't start, but anyway they ran a few tests and told me they'll call me later."

Oliver still had no idea where this was going and by Felicity's exasperated, if a little fond, smile it was evident she expected him to catch on by now.

"And?" he prompted.

"And they called today morning," Felicity offered. Her hands were now moving to play with her shirt.

"And?"

"And," She cradled her stomach with both hands. "I'm pregnant... We're having a baby."

Oliver's heart stopped beating then took off in a mad run. He stared at Felicity's hopeful expression but couldn't move a muscle or respond. Too many emotions came crashing down at him when the words registered. Fear, excitement, love, sadness, shock, happiness. He couldn't work it all out but he could suddenly feel the smile tugging at his lips. Fear be damned; he was going to be a father.

"A baby," He repeated, still a little stunned as Felicity nodded twice. "We're having.. I'm going to be.. you are.. I mean –" And Oliver honestly couldn't remember the last time he was struck speechless but words deserted him now and he went for the second best option. He lifted Felicity in his arms and spun her once, twice, three times then kissed her breathless.

By the time they broke apart they were both laughing and grinning like fools. Felicity was saying something about calling everyone and arranging for a family dinner but Oliver was too busy running his hand across her stomach with something like awe. A child, his and Felicity's. The thought alone made happiness bubble up in his throat until he felt chocked with emotions.

"We're having a baby," He whispered into Felicity's hair. He had his arms around her once again and she was hugging him back so tightly he could feel her laughter against his chest.

"Yep," She kissed the underside of his jaw, then pulled her arms away and cradled his face with both hands. "Better than a movie coming out, huh?"

"Slightly better," Oliver grinned down at her. "And definitely better than any of your shows –" Felicity hit him lightly against the back of the head with a warning mock glare before he could finish. "They take up so much time." Oliver defended with his smile still in a place.

"Well, then you're out of luck because this –" she pointed at her stomach with sparkling eyes. "will take up much more time than you'd like to think and if your daughter, or son, have your wall-climbing hobbies then we won't be sleeping for the next two decades."

"A sacrifice I'm willing to take," He nodded solemnly but couldn't keep up the act for over a few seconds. The smile seemed itched to his face now. "Who are we telling next?"

"Thea," Felicity stated. "Or she'll kill me."

"Then Digg?"

"What about your mom?"

"What about your mom?"

And so it went on well into the afternoon, the sounds of them both arguing back and forth on who to tell and what to buy and what names would be best -but not for once did either of them lose their smile because the future promised them something new and beautiful and exciting, and for the first time in a long time, Oliver couldn't wait for the future to uphold its promise.

"Seven months." Felicity whispered that night.

"Six and a half." Oliver corrected.

He felt her smile when she kissed him.

A/N: I have midterms so I'd very much appreciate reviews as a way of cheering me up. That's assuming you liked the chapter, which I hope you did. Either way, tell me what you think about it.

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P.S: To my Left Behind readers, there will be an update next week, I'm just waiting for the hardest of my midterms to pass so I can focus on the story. Sorry for the wait!

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