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Having just gotten out of the shower Oliver stood in his room, clad only in his best boxer-briefs with a fresh bandage covering the stitches on his ankle, as he looked over the selection of dress shirts that he had laid out on his bed, trying to choose the perfect one for his first date with Felicity. He had no reason to be, but he was incredibly nervous for this date and he wanted to impress her, especially since he knew that she had not been that happy about his latest injury, which had occurred the day before when he had gotten sliced by a razor-sharp arrow through the side of his boot. He was more upset about the damage that had been done to his good boots rather than the damage that had been done to his leg, but it had been pretty funny to see Felicity gag as she watched him stitch it up himself before she left to get back to the house with Olivia.
“Suck it up Ollie” he muttered to himself. He had gone on dates with literal supermodels before and he hadn’t been nervous at all, but then again this was Felicity. He felt different going out with Felicity than he had when he had dated Laurel or the supermodels. This was the mother of his child, and he hoped that if he played his cards right, that maybe one day she would be something more. Opting to go with a classic look he selected a white dress shirt, black trousers, and black tie. Picking up his suit jacket, he decided to head over to Felicity’s room to see if she needed help or if Olivia needed anything.
He knocked on the door, and after a moment Livy threw it open and excitedly exclaimed, “You’ve got to see Mommy, she looks like a Barbie!” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the room. Stepping into the room he looked around and was immediately wowed by Felicity. The blue dress she was wearing was stunning on her, and left him speechless for a moment. He put on his best smile and agreed with his daughter, “She does look quite stunning.”
Trying not to get lost in Felicity’s beauty, Oliver cleared his throat and motioned for Livy to come to him. “I’ll take her down to Thea, and then meet you in the foyer?”
Felicity, who was busy putting on her sparkly silver shoes and didn’t look up, said “Sounds good.”
Olivia grabbed Oliver’s hand and pulled him down the hallway towards the living room where Thea was waiting for them. As they left the room she said excitedly, “Mommy said that one day I’m going to get boobies!”
“Really?” Oliver asked as he almost choked on his saliva. He was NOT ready to have this discussion with his baby girl!
“Uh-huh,” she skipped a few steps then stopped and looked up at him with a puzzled look on her little face. “Do daddies get boobies?”
Oliver wasn’t sure how to answer that at all, “Not really. Not in the same way that mommy’s have them. Maybe you should talk to your Mommy about this, she might have more answers” He finally answered, hoping that he had dodged a bullet, and that Olivia would drop the topic. But the thought of boobs and dads led his thoughts to how he had acted when he was in college. Just thinking about some of the frat bro behavior he had displayed and then imagining if someone like he had been hit on his precious Olivia Meghan, well just the mere thought made him queasy. Looking down at Olivia he said sternly, “Just so you know, you aren’t allowed to date until you’re at least thirty. Or maybe you can just join a convent.”
Thea stepped out of the living room and heard the tail-end of what Oliver had said. Rolling her eyes and she squatted in front of her niece, “Ignore what your Dad was telling you about dating. Are you ready for a fun night?”
“Yea!” Livy cheered.
“I even had Rasia make us your favorite pesto pasta for supper.” Thea told her niece, “Tell your Dad bye so we can get this party started.”
Olivia dropped Oliver’s hand and hugged his leg giving it a kiss. “Bye Daddy.” She started to hurry off with Thea but turned around and ran back to him beckoning him down. He knelt down in front of his daughter as she leaned in and whispered, “Make sure to give Mommy lots of kisses and tell her she looks really pretty. She likes it when I do that.”
Suppressing a smile, Oliver kissed her forehead. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to do that.” With that she scampered off after Thea. Watching his daughter leave, Oliver stood up and smoothing his suit he went to meet Felicity in the foyer for hopefully a perfect date.