Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All credits for WICKED go to Gregory Maguire and Stephen Schwartz. I own the plot, nothing else.
This story is the sequel to FAIRYTALE GONE BAD. I hope all of you enjoy this fanfic as much as you have enjoyed the first story. Beatex had asked for a sequel.
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NO HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER FOR THE WICKED?
PROLOGUE
For once everything was going well for the little family that was still residing in Evergreen.
Kaikoura had left a while ago with the promise to break the news of their son having a daughter to his father. She knew that the King, her husband, wouldn't welcome the three with open arms, but Fiyero hoped that his mother would make sure that his father wouldn't resent his little girl, the future Queen of the Vinkus.
Right now he stood in the doorway of Tanith's room and observed mother and daughter playing tea-party. Glinda, who was glad to have a little girl around to spoil, had bought a tea-set and a lot of frilly dresses for Tanith, who in turn, had begged her mommy with the same puppy-dog-eyes Fiyero always used to get what he want to play tea-party with her and her dolls.
"Why don't you join us instead of laughing at me?" Elphaba asked.
"No, you girls play."
"Daddy!" Tanith exclaimed happily.
"Hey Princess, are you playing tea-party with mommy?" he asked already knowing the answer.
He had missed so much in Tanith's life already. He had made a silent promise to himself to never miss anything else with Tanith or any child to come. And he did want more children. He longed to see Elphaba round and pregnant with their second, third and fourth children.
But first Elphaba had to regain her full strength. Two month had gone by since Elphaba, Tanith and Fiyero became a family, the day Glinda had given the engagement ring back to Fiyero and had forced her friends to realize that they were meant for each other.
Nearly all of the visible signs of what Elphaba had suffered in Southstairs had disappeared, but the nightmares forced her to relive everything, every single moment of torture. Some nights she woke up screaming and some nights Fiyero awoke to her thrashing in their bed and was forced to wake her.
They say time heals all wounds. Fiyero hoped that time would work fast.