faceless nurses

Unsteady

Summary: Felicity deals with PPD, and Oliver tries to help her through it.

I owe a very big thank you hug to the wonderful @the-silverforked-sky, who made me feel a lot better about tackling such a hard topic and now has the title of being the first and only person to beta one of my fics! I appreciate the work you did. Thank you for all of your help on this and for being so incredibly thoughtful!


“Oliver!”

Oliver’s head snapped up at the sound of her shrill voice, "Felicity!?“ He dropped the pan and spatula he’d been making breakfast with and ran for the stairs, feeling like he’d gotten the wind knocked out of him as soon as he heard her yell his name.

"Hurry!”

Oliver hopped the railing at the top of the stairs and stumbled into their son or daughter's room. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked, breathless from his heart dropping into his stomach. Felicity stood in front of the body-length mirror. She looked at him through the reflection.

“Look!”

She pulled up her shirt and placed her palm over her stomach. Oliver sighed, trying to calm himself down now that he knew she was okay. "Felicity. You’ve been pregnant for a month, you’re not showing yet.“

"Yes I am, Oliver. Don’t you see the bump!? I think it’s a boy.”

He chuckled, “There is no way that you could know the gender based on a bump that you barely have.”

“So you see it?” She asked, smiling widely as she turned around, pushing her stomach out.

“No,” he laughed again, refusing to admit it no matter how adorable she was. “I can’t wait until we can see that little baby growing. But that day isn’t today.”

Felicity frowned. “It’s going to be a boy.”

Oliver cocked his head to the side at how confident she sounded. “How could you possibly know that?”

“I can feel it.” She shrugged, walking up to him and wrapping her arms around his middle. “And he’s going to be just as strong, and handsome, and brave as his daddy.”

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