Felicity POV Ā (this is my first so donāt murder me for mistakes or grammatical errors :3 )
I wake up suddenly and smile warmly at the sight of my baby girl, her hands on either side of my face, sitting crouched over on me. Her blue eyes wide as she flaunts her dimples that are identical to Oliverās. I can already tell she wants something.Ā
āMommy, can I please please pleease go with you and daddy to Central City? Pretty please with two cherries on top?.. And some whip cream.ā She wiggles her eyebrows at me. ā
āSheās already tried this with me- though I only got one cherry.ā I turn to my husband and smile brighter. Heās already up, sitting against the headboard of our bed. I can guess our two year old Tommy is sleeping in the next room- heās quite like me in that way. But not my Ophelia, sheās up and at āem bright and early in the morning. Sheās her fathers daughter, thatās for sure. 5 years old going on 21.Ā
After explaining for what seems like hours why it would be boring for her to join us on our visit, Oliver chips in.Ā
āYouāre going to be with your cousins. Auntie Lyla says theyāre excited to play with you.āĀ Ophelia isnāt pleased. She pulls her eyebrows together and scrunches her nose in the most adorable wayā¦ She looks so much like her daddy when she does that. The thought makes me giggle.Ā
āI donāt want to!ā she all but shouts, crossing her thin arms over her chest. Oliver chuckles, leaning forward to place a kiss on her forehead between her eyebrows.Ā
āWhy not, princess?ā he replies.Ā
āI donāt want you to goā, she unfolds her hands and plays with the collar of her daddyās shirt. He sighs, itās really hard for him to deny her what she wants. Oliver tucks one blonde curl behind her ear trying to reconcile with her.Ā
āIāll tell you what, when we get back it will be an all about Ophie day. Hmm? How does that sound?ā Her eyes lift to Oliverās face and just like that, the dimples are back with a shy smile.Ā
āCan we go to the carnival and get one of the big, big pink cotton candies?ā Oliver nods happily, feeling relieved that sheās pleased with this suggestion. āAnd play all the games? And go on all the rides? Even the ones that go like this?ā She twirls her pointer finger around really quickly to show which ride she has in mind. Oliverās face falls at that, panic replacing his relief.
Ā āWeāll have to see about that one okay?ā Accepting her overprotective daddyās concern, she grins a big toothy smile.Ā
Placing her hand in her daddyās and giving it a shake she replies, āYou have a deal, Mr. Queen.ā Ophie hops off the bed dragging her stuffed animal duck with her, long blonde curls bouncing as she happily skips out of our bedroom.Ā
āSheās relentlessā I giggle in agreement. Itās true, Ophelia Thea Queen is a real package. āShe gets that from you.ā I nudge his arm playfully when I hear the huff of disbelief. āNo way, sheās all her momma.āĀ
