Author Note: So, this one-shot was inspired by a Tumblr post about a grandfather forgetting who his wife was due to Alzheimer's, and it says that he would bring her flowers in the garden, and would ask her to run away with him and be his wife. Then she would say that she is already is his wife, and that would make a beaming smile from him. So, I got inspired by it. Though I'm not going to go into complete background about it, I'm not going to have it be from Alzheimer's, but more on the line of him having memory loss from an accident. They are also a few years out of Shiz, not old age. Don't worry though, this is a fluff filled one-shot. With that said, let's begin the story!
As Elphaba wandered through the castle, she stopped a servant asking of the whereabouts of her husband. The servant told her the last known whereabouts that she knew of, and curtsied to leave. Elphaba thanked her and travelled over in the direction that the servant had pointed her in.
When she reached the rose gardens, she smiled at the sight.
Fiyero sat on the bench, his head titled backwards, facing the sun with a soft smile on his face. His hands were loosely looped in his lap, slowly moving his fingers around each other.
She was lost in the moment of watching his chest, rise and fall, mentally tracing the diamonds that adorned his skin, that she didn't hear his voice break the silence.
"Hello?" he asked a second time, seeing a green girl enter the garden.
Elphaba looked over to see him, sitting up straight now and looking over at her, "Hi."
His faced scrunched up in confusion for a moment, before he spoke, "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
He seemed to have an almost apologetic half-smile, as if he was trying to place her face.
Elphaba sighed.
So, it was going to be one of those days. Some days he was completely fine and could tell you who everyone was that he knew before the accident; just the short term was lost, and others were like this. Where he could tell you who his parents were and what they did – King and Queen – and what his role was a prince. But that's about all he could tell you without you letting him know the rest by you filling it in for him. The more months that passed since the accident, the bad days didn't seem to affect him as bad anymore, as if he understood that no-one was out to get him, and he was remembering a little bit more, but some days were still completely empty with no recognition. He seems to have started to become calmer about those days now.
"Yes, you do." Elphaba said, as she walked forward, sitting on the bench beside him.
He looked at her for a few minutes, taking in all her features, studying her like a predator studies its prey. She could tell he saw no recognition of her in his mind, though she knew it had to still be deep down in his brain somewhere. But, just not today.
"What's your name?" he wondered.
"Elphaba."
"How long have I known you?" he asked, curiosity in his eyes.
She smiled at him, "8 years."
His eyes widen, "Wow. We must be close, then."
Elphaba had to hold back the itch to snort at that, "Yeah…You could say that."
He looked confused at that answer, but accepted it.
She looked down for a moment, kicking her shoes off and brushing her feet backwards and forwards in the soft, summer grass.
Fiyero noted her movements, and did the same. She looked over to see a soft smile, playing at the edges of his lips.
It was the simple things on days like this that she did with him to ease into the information she knew he'd eventually ask about.
She'd been in her own world, and didn't notice he'd looked back up at her. She smiled, and looked back up.
He fidgeted with his fingers, "You have the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen."
She smiled at how bashful he seemed as to be complimenting her on something as simple as her eyes, "Thank you, Yero. You actually say that a lot."
He was surprised, "I do?"
She nodded, "Almost every week."
The truth was, her eyes were the one thing she thought may give him any recognition of her in his mind. Before the accident, it had always been one of his favourite things about her. He would always say he could get lost in them.
"Wow. We must see each other very often then." He replied.
Elphaba couldn't hold back a small chuckle, as she reached for his left hand with hers, "You could say that."
It was then that Fiyero noted the two matching rings on the two fingers, and the other on Elphaba's ring finger near the matching one to his. It had a small emerald, and a small sapphire in it. He let out a small gasp.
"You're my husband, and I am your wife." She said.
"We're married…?" he asked, eyes wide.
She nodded, "For three years now. It will be four years next month."
"Wow." He breathed.
She nodded, smiling at how shocked he was.
"I…am…the luckiest man ever, then." He finally said, smiling.
He was giving her the lopsided grin that he always used to give her at Shiz that made her stomach flutter in an instance.
"No," she said, smirking, "I'm the luckiest woman to have a husband like you."
She leaned over, laying her head on his shoulder.
She smiled when she felt his arm gingerly wrap around her waist, and bring her slightly closer.
"Elphaba, could you…possibly…tell me about when we met?" he asked her as gently laid his head on top of hers.
Elphaba cackled, "You almost ran me over."
He pulled away from her in shock, "I did what?!"
She pulled him back so she could lean on him again, "Well, technically, you always used to say that it was the driver's fault, but it was your carriage and you were in it…"
She laughed at his utterly confused, and shocked face, "Okay…Let me start at the beginning…"