AN - Hello there dears. For those of you that don't know, this is my first fic for the Arrow universe. I can usually be found throwing fluff at the Sherlock-verse. I lay the blame for this squarely at Oliver and Felicity's feet. Damn their chemistry. So here you have what will hopefully be the first in a collection of snapshot fic-lets, drabbles and one shot focusing on Oliver, Felicity and their children. The timeline of these fics will jump around a bit within my own AU (if you're familiar with my Sherlolly Family Ties-verse then you'll know what you're getting here.) Enjoy, loves :)

"Oliver, I don't think she''ll kick on command."

Felicity Queen – formerly Smoak – was perched on the lap of her husband, Oliver Queen. They were in what Roy had christened the Arrowcave – actually Arrowcave number 3. The man who had once been Starling City's biggest billionaire playboy leaned closer to the blonde's rapidly growing belly, a determined look gracing his features.

"Come on, baby girl." The man known to a select few as The Arrow laid his hands on his wife's small baby bump. "Just one little kick?" Oliver's face fell ever so slightly when there was no responding kick from his unborn daughter. "I don't think she likes me, Felicity."

Felicity couldn't help but smile at his sad puppy face. "Oliver, I think she's about 14 years too young to hate you yet."

"It's not funny, Felicity." Oliver said, even as he tried to suppress a small laugh. "She kicks for everyone else; You, Digg. Hell, she even kicked for Roy once. So why not me?"

"Maybe she's just being stubborn." The blonde said with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders. "Though I don't know where she gets that from." Felicity grinned at her husband, the most stubborn person she'd ever met.

"Must be from your side of the family." Oliver grinned at his wife.

"Nuh uh." Felicity stuck her chin out defiantly, her shoulder's shaking from her barely hidden giggles.

"I love you, Mrs. Queen." Oliver caught her lips for a quick kiss, leaving Felicity breathless as always. He dropped his head to her baby bump, planting the lightest of kisses on their for their daughter. "I love you, too, Baby Queen."

"We really need to work on that first name thing sometime soon, you know?" Felicity rested a hand on top of her belly, her other hand playing with the small hairs at the back of Oliver's neck. "As adorable as Baby Queen sounds, I don't think she'd thank us when she's seventeen and dating."

"I don't think that'll be a problem, Felicity."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because she wont be dating until she's at least fifty. Or sixty."

Felicity patted her husband's shoulder. "Oh, my poor, naive Oliver. I'm so glad you're pretty." The blonde managed to keep her serious face on for all of 3 seconds before she dissolved into a fit of laughter that had Oliver tightening his arms around her to stop her falling from his lap.

"Uh, Oliver?" The couple were interrupted by Diggle's voice behind them. "I don't wanna interrupt but we've got trouble." Digg leaned around them, bringing a TV news channel up on the screen of one of Felicity's computers. They were showing footage of a gunman who had taken hostages at an office building in Starling City. The reporter was talking about the police's attempts to move in being met with a hail of gunfire.

Oliver looked to Felicity who pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Go. Be brilliant. Then come back." Even as she wiped her lipgloss from his cheek it was clear that 'come back' was not a request but an order; It was an order Oliver was always happy to follow.

"I love you. Both of you." Oliver stood up with Felicity still in his arms and deposited her gently in her chair.

"Oliver?" Felicity had put her comms earpiece in before the sound of her husband's footsteps had even faded. "Just so you know; If you don't come back, I'm not naming her Olivia."

Oliver could hear the smile in her voice that didn't quite mask the worry Felicity was sure to be feeling. "Noted." He answered as the tires of his motorcycle squealed.

There was silence over the comms for a while, Oliver focused on the mission and Felicity focused on tracking Oliver's every movement. Diggle hovered in the background, ready to move in a second if needed.

"John? What do you think?"

"About...?"

"Baby names. Just, since you've named a baby before..." Felicity replied, needing anything to distract her from imaging every possible outcome of Oliver's mission.

"Uh..well. It took me and Lyla a couple of months to decide on Simone's name."

"But how did you settle on one? I mean, it's so big isn't it? Whatever you choose, this little person has to grow up with."

"Make lots of lists, Felicity." Diggle answered with a shrug and a laugh; he and Lyla had ended up with 10 lists, each one shorter than the last.

"Lists, I can do." Felicity patted her belly gently when her baby girl kicked. "Oliver?"

There was more silence over the comms. Felicity was edging towards panic mode when Oliver finally answered.

"I'm here, Felicity. I'm in the building. What floor are they on?"

Visibly relaxing, felicity checked on the building's hacked security system. "They're on the 5th floor. Turn left when you get to the bottom of the stairs. They're in a conference room, third door along."

Felicity turned to the screen showing the camera feed for the room containing the gunman and his hostages. Diggle moved closer to get a better look. They collectively held their breath as they watched Oliver inch inside the door, his bow held ready. Felicity's bit her lip so hard she was surprised not to break the skin.

Felicity was glad of the lack of sound from the camera feed when the gunman turned, firing blindly in Oliver's direction. Wife and best friend watched as Oliver stumbled before managing to let loose one arrow and then another. Both arrow's hit their target. Felicity watched in horror as Oliver kicked the gun away from the assailant before falling to his knees, holding his side. Digg was already out of the door, calling Roy as he ran.

"Oliver?" Felicity's voice shook over the comms. "Oliver, talk to me. John and Roy are on their way. The police know he's down. Please. Oliver?"

For a moment it was too quiet. Then she heard his agonised breathing. "F-Felicity. I'm ok. Just a-" There was a sharp intake of breath "another scar for the collection."

"I can't let you out of my sight for a minute, can I?" Felicity kept her tone as light as she could, ignoring the tears streaming over her cheeks.

"W-what did I ever do w-without you?"

"Your own typing." She answered with a tearful laugh, her eyes followed her husband's form on the camera feed. He was crawling at what little speed he could manage towards the door. "You really will do anything to get me to name her Olivia, wont you?"

Oliver's answering laugh was cut off by a groan of pain. "W-we can name h-her whatever you w-want, love."

"I'm gonna hold you to that, Mr Queen." Felicity breathed a sigh of relief when Diggle and Roy arrived on the scene.

"We've got him, Felicity. We'll be home soon." Roy's voice sounded over the comms.

When the flurry of activity around Oliver finally settled down, Felicity sat by his side, watching his sleeping face. He'd been right about ending up with another scar, once the bullet had been removed from his side. Oliver's eyes fluttered open and he turned his head slightly to see Felicity better.

"Do I need to start wrapping you in bubble wrap before you go on missions, Oliver?" Felicity smiled down at him.

"I think that might hinder the whole stealth thing, Felicity." Oliver answered her with a smile of his own.

"Stealth is overrated. I'd rather have you in one piece." The blonde leaned down, pressing a kiss to her husband's lips. It was Oliver's turn to be left breathless this time. When their lips parted, Felicity gasped softly as she straightened up.

"Felicity? What's wrong?"

A grin broke over Felicity's face as she shook her head. "Nothing's wrong." She took Oliver's hand and laid it on her belly.

Oliver felt a little fluttering and a thump under his hand. "Felicity...did she just...?" The look of awe on his face made Felicity giggle.

"Uh huh." Felicity nodded, rubbing her belly gently. "I guess she was just choosing her moment."

Oliver sat up, ignoring the painful pulling of the stitches in his side. He leaned his cheek against Felicity's belly. "Hi baby girl. Daddy's glad you chose this moment. I love you, Eleanor Queen."

"Eleanor?"

"Well, since you were set on her not being named Baby Queen. You don't like it?" Oliver turned on the sad puppy eyes that he knew Felicity couldn't resist.

"I love it. Eleanor Moira Queen."