It all started three months ago, when you found yourself at a charity event, over the course of the evening, you found yourselves drawn together, laughing and sharing stories. With a glance, Oliver led you to a private room. Now, it had been a wild few months since you’d last seen Oliver Queen. The early morning sickness, the cravings for certain foods, and the need for frequent naps were all signals that your body was preparing for something momentous. You had been hesitant to tell Oliver about your unborn child, partly out of fear for how he'd react.

Today, you finally mustered up the courage to get back in contact with Oliver. You texted him, telling him to come over because you had something to share with him. As you waited, you looked out the window, watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the city. Your stomach fluttered, not just with the baby's movements, but with the nervous anticipation of Oliver's arrival. The doorbell rang, causing you to get up and be ready to talk to Oliver, tell him why you wanted him over, and what happened.

He stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to your swollen belly. His eyes widened slightly, but didn’t know if it was because of him so he kept his mouth shut about it.