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“I think I broke it.”
“What—oh.”
“Yes. That.”
“Hon, don’t cry! We can buy another one.”
“I know, Oliver, that’s not the point. I broke it.”
“Usually I do.”
“Yeah. Throwing a temper tantrum trying to cover it up as ‘being clumsy’.”
“It was… not like that.”
“Whatever, I can’t believe I did this.”
“It was an accident.”
“But still, my tablet, Oliver. I’ve betrayed my tech.”
“I’m sure it’ll forgive you.”
“Not this one, it’s toast. I’m gonna have to customize a whole new one. And I don’t even know if I’ll do it properly ‘cause I’m so tired and scattered lately. So much that I bumped into it and drove it diving to the ground.”
“Technically it wasn’t just you.”
“Yeah, it was the bump. Totally the baby’s fault… I still love you, pea.”
“Hah, and I love you two… Felicity, hon, don’t cry, please.”
“I think I need a hug.”
“Come here.”
“I still can’t understand how you’re so squishy and comfortable with all that muscle.”
“I love you. And our already troublesome little girl—”
“—or boy.”
“Or boy.”
“I do too… but if I’m this clumsy with my things, Oliver, how am I gonna handle a baby?”
“Hey, you’re going to be amazing. You already are.”
“I’m not sure this is all hormones.”
“Baby, I’m not going to lie and say there’s nothing to worry about; I am terrified. But we’ve prepped and are as ready as we could be. Everything is unpredictable but if there’s anything I’ve learnt in these seven years of knowing you, is there’s no one stronger than Felicity Smoak.”
“… damn, and I’m crying again.”
“I love you all the more for it.”
“… if you keep this going, I’m gonna flood your shirt, mister.”
"I can try to kiss the tears away.”
“Now you’re turning into the smartest in the relationship too.”
“Never.”