Oct 29, 2010 11:56
Oliver slowly paced the length of the room as they awaited the blood test results. He knew that Bart would be there shortly with Mia, and he'd sent another text to Michael letting them know where they were and that he should come, too. The rest of the team--AC, Vic, and Dinah, along with Clark--he assumed--were out on the streets trying to round up the Belle Reeve escapees.
But that situation couldn't be farther from his mind right then.
Not when he was about to find out whether or not he was about to be a father.
Every time he started thinking about that, he tried to make himself stop, to little avail. He didn't know the first thing about being a dad. He certainly didn't know anything about babies. Sure, he hadn't managed to screw up Mia and Mike in the weeks they were five year olds, but that didn't mean he was qualified for anything more than that.
On the other hand, the thought of a tiny life growing inside of Chloe, the idea that it was a tiny life the two of them had created from love, made his chest feel warm. And he couldn't help but hope that her instincts were right.
He wasn't aware of the fact that he was pacing until he heard Chloe clear her throat from where she sat on the exam table.
Posting order: Chloe, Lois, Mia, Michael, Ollie.
verse: twitter,
with: lois,
with: mia,
what: rp,
with: chloe,
with: michael