Little Bean

Felicity sighed as she looked at the monitor. Pregnant. She was pregnant. She took a few deep breaths then felt her husband's strong hand on her shoulder. She didn't want to take her eyes off the monitor but she did and she was grateful she chose to. Because Oliver's face made it worth way more than any grant she and Curtis were given for their company or any recognition they've gained.

Oliver had mist in his eyes and he was squeezing her shoulder ever so tightly. Felicity covered his hand before rubbing her cheek against his knuckles. He leaned down to press his forehead against her temple.

"Thank you," he choked out. He took a shaky breath in then repeated, "Thank you, Felicity." Felicity felt tears brim her eyes and she looked back at the monitor.

Their little one was just the size of a kidney bean but she could make out the little head and curve of a little body, as the technician pointed out.

Felicity stared at the little bean in wonder. She was going to have another kid. This one was going to grow inside her, she'd be there for every moment, and she knew she'd never want to miss a beat. Oliver wiped his eyes before agreeing with the technician. Just like that the image stilled and Felicity's fingers tightened on Oliver's.

"They took pictures, she's printing them out, and then we get to go," he whispered before kissing her temple and running his free hand down her cheek.

…

Once they were in the car they were quiet. Felicity staring at the sonogram pictures; Oliver driving them out of the doctor's office.

"How are we going to tell William?" Felicity asked breaking the silence. Oliver furrowed his brow.

"I thought we'd just tell him over dinner," Oliver answered. Felicity nodded.

"What do you think he'll say?" Oliver thought for a moment.

"I don't know," he quietly answered, the honestly forming a rip in his chest. Felicity chewed on her bottom lip.

"We haven't even mentioned having more kids. What if he thinks we're replacing him? What if he thinks we won't love him just as much? What-."

"We'll make it clear. We're just... adding to the family. Giving him a sibling."

"But we weren't planning-."

"We'll tell him." He took one hand and caught Felicity's shaky ones in his. "I promise. I'll make it clear. He knows we love him." Felicity nodded before looking out the window; rubbing her thumb over the sonogram picture without thought.

…

"William, we want to tell you something," Oliver started. William pauses his fork halfway to his mouth. He let it drop to his plate before looking at Felicity then Oliver. Felicity's hands were gripping her utensils a bit too tightly but she calmed as soon as Oliver's hand covered one of her.

"What? Is someone hurt? Did someone..." he swallowed. "Die?" he whispered.

"No," Felicity quickly said. William edged his brows together at her reaction.

"Is your mom coming to town?" his voice was hinting at fear. That had Oliver smiling and Felicity groaning.

"Probably as soon as she finds out," she grumbled. William rested his forearms against the table to lean closer to them.

"What do you mean?"

"Felicity's-."

"I'm pregnant," Felicity blurted. William sunk away from them slightly.

"This changes nothing between the three of us, buddy." Oliver's voice was strong. William nodded and swallowed.

"You are my son, William," Felicity said. William nodded his brow still crumpled. "I'd like the honor of calling you my firstborn, if you'll allow it. This little..." she looked down at her abdomen. "Bean." She wrinkled her nose. "I want him or her to be your little brother or sister. You're going to be their big brother. They'll never see you as less, just as I'll never see you as less than my firstborn." William swallowed a knot in his throat. He looked to Oliver.

"You're going to be a big brother. Want to see the sonogram?" he asked with a lighter note pulling one of the pictures out of his pocket. He handed it William carefully. William stared for a minute, silently.

"Queen?" he questioned rubbing the name at the top of the picture. "Not. Not Smoak-Queen?"

"Do you think we should hyphenate?" Felicity's voice was careful. William frowned deeply, a frown that began the start of tears.

"Just. I'm. I'm Clayton. And your Smoak. So." He shook his head slowly and looked down at his lap.

"Do you want to change your name to Clayton-Queen?" Oliver asked quietly. William wiped his eyed angrily.

"No," he choked out. "Just. I'm. A Queen right?" He dared a glance at his father. Oliver broke out into a tearful smile. He released Felicity's hand and walked over to crouch next to William's chair.

"You will always be a Queen, William. Even if it's not your last name. Just like Felicity is a Queen even though that's not her last name. But you..." Oliver places a hand on Williams forearm. "You are a piece of me. Just as much as any other child I have. You will always always be my son. And you will always hold a place in me that I cherish deeply." William turned into Oliver and wrapped his arms around his father's neck tightly. He sniffled and nodded.

"Okay," he squeaked. Oliver pulled William into a bear hug. When William was back in his seat he looked over the sonogram again. "Can I. Can I take a photo of this?"

"You can keep it," Felicity answered. "We made sure to get three copies. One for each of us." William nodded and stared down at the photo.

"Thanks," he whispered.

…

That night as William went to bed for the night he gave Felicity an extra-long hug. "Love you, Fliss," he whispered. Felicity felt her heart lurched at the words this time.

"Love you too, Will." He nodded, stared her in the eyes for a moment, before walking off.

Oliver wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed the top of her head. She snuggled into his chest.

"Ice cream?" he asked. Felicity shook her head.

"Bed," she answered with a large yawn. Oliver smiled at her before leading the way.