Hi. Hello. Bonjour, again. So this idea popped into my head after hearing your guys' reviews for Maybe and it wouldn't go away.
There will be 5 or 6 different 'stories' told in this. To be honest with you, this is the only one that's written thus far.
I've gotten the other ones jotted down, but I haven't expanded on it, so you can consider this Maybe's sequel if you want to.
Disclaimer: Yeah, I own nothing except for the characters you don't recognize and the OBC Wicked album. Le sigh.
"Papa!" Zebadia let a smile ghost his face as the little voice met his ears.
"Yes my little Belle?"
"Will you tell me a story about my momma?" The little girl with eyes so like his son's bounded into the room, looking up at him with the same eyes she used on her father.
"Well, I suppose I can princess. Hmmm, let's see. Which story should I tell? Oh, I know! Okay, a few years before you were born, your mother and father were visiting before they finished at school and your father was trying to teach your mum how to ride Skippy, you remember him, right?" The King paused for a moment, waiting until his granddaughter nodded her head slightly, "Well, keep in mind that your father wasn't a patient man, even for your mum…"
Fiyero sighed, watching Elphaba try and fail to mount the horse, "C'mon Fae. It's not that hard. Left foot in the stirrup, right leg over the saddle and plant your ass. That's all."
"Oh, that's all. Thanks, Tiggular. Why do I need to do this anyway? I thought we were going on a walk around the grounds."
"Not just the grounds. I thought we could go over to the water falls and have a little time alone. I know you like the falls."
Elphaba grunted, still struggling to figure out how to get on the damned horse. "We'll be alone if we stay inside the grounds. I do like the water falls Fiyero, but honestly, this is ridiculous. I'm never going to get onto this horse. And if I somehow manage to, I'll never be able to get back off. So why don't we just take the walk?"
"No. I want to go to the falls, Fae. Try again." Fiyero stood with his arms crossed, his foot unconsciously tapping into the dirt.
"If you're so impatient to go somewhere, Fiyero, why don't we just walk around the damn grounds?" Elphaba sighed, removing her foot from the stirrup.
"I'm trying to get us to the fucking water falls so I can propose to you, ok?" Fiyero grimaced, and slapped a hand to his forehead as he realized what just escaped his mouth. "Shit, Elphaba. That's not how this was supposed to go." He'd waited a whole year after they'd gotten back together to buy the ring. He'd planned the perfect proposal for three months. And he'd screwed it up in a matter of minutes.
"I'm sorry, it sounded like you said propose! Yero, what are you doing? Get up, you." Elphaba swore her eyes got as wide as saucers as her vision focused on Fiyero's from bending down and getting on one knee.
"This is not how this was supposed to happen. We were supposed to head out to the falls around sunset and I was going to get down on one knee and talk about all the shit that we've been through together, all the hard times we've overcome. You know I'm not patient, Fae, even when it comes to you, especially when it comes to you. I've loved you for the past three years and I'll love you until I'm grey and can't walk properly because of all the stupid things I did that ended in hurting myself. When I picture the rest of my life, you're it, Fae. I can't picture anything else. You're the reason the sun rises in the morning. You're my reason to get out of bed. You're the reason I'm not in yet another school. It's you, it's always been you, and it will always be you. So I'm going to ask you the most important question of my life. Elphaba Melena Thropp, will you do me the greatest honor of my life and become my wife?" Without taking his eyes off of her, Fiyero reached into his coat pocket, pulled out a blue velvet box and popped it open to reveal the only ring he could find that fit them perfectly. Green emeralds flanked the azure blue diamond in the middle, the silver band rounding it all out.
"Yes." Elphaba pushed out, her head nodding along…
"Wait! I thought daddy proposed at the falls! That's the story he always tells me."
Zebadia chuckled, "You see, that's the official story. That's the story that we told the papers. Somehow, I doubt that the Vinkus would be too proud of their Price for just blurting out, huh?"
Isabella frowned, working her teeth between her lips, "Daddy lied to me?"
"No, honey. Your daddy just wanted you to hear the same story everyone else did. It's like how he told you that your baby brother is being brought by the stork, that's where babies come from right?"
"The stork doesn't bring babies either? DADDY! YOU LIED TO ME!" Isabella hopped off of her grandfather's lap in search of her father.
"Oops." The king chuckled, still hearing the little girl call out for his son.
"Zeb, what in the world is going on? Why is Bella yelling for Yero? We are supposed to be keeping her occupied until Theodore is born. Remember?" Leona placed a hand on her husband's shoulder, suddenly wondering when she'd become old enough to become a grandmother for the second time.
"About that. I may have told her the story of Fiyero's proposal and then told her that he lied to her about where babies come from. Come dear, we should go find her before she really finds out where babies come from, lest the child be terrified for the rest of her life." Zebadia abruptly stood and grabbed his wife's hand, pulling her out of the throne room with him in search of Isabella.
Also, all of the 'stories' will be about the same in length.
Ah, idea. Tell me who your favorite Fiyero/G(a)linda/Elphaba combo is!
All the love - A