What's in a name?
The hard part was over, after hours of screaming (and most of that was Fiyero claiming his hand was being crushed) and gruelling pain Elphaba relaxed in bed. In her arms lay the source of all that pain, a tiny baby boy, his pick skin tinted with green a contrast to the glowing emerald skin. Fiyero sat in a chair beside them, staring deeply into the eyes of his son, hardly able to believe that something so wonderful could have anything to do with him. As they sat, Fiyero and Elphaba tried to decide on a name for their son.
"I like Raoul," Fiyero suggested.
"Where have you been? Don't you know that people named Raoul turn out to be arses? In Sound of the Music, he's a traitor and in Phantom of the Opera he's exceeding irritating and doesn't listen to the fact that if you don't keep your hand at the level of your heart the Phantom will strangle you so in short he's an idiot," Elphaba explained.
"Ok not Raoul what about Erik?" Fiyero suggested meekly, scared of her reaction.
"Are you crazy? I'm not naming my son after a crazed mass murderer who is obsessed with girls named Christine," Elphaba screamed despite the baby asleep in her arms.
"Fine, I like the name Edward," Fiyero gave up knowing this was the name she liked.
"You liar! You hate the name Edward. You told me if we had a son you didn't want him to be associated in any way with a poncy sparkly vampire. You are such a Liar!" she yelled, looking down to see her son, woken by her screaming, smiling every time she said the word, liar.
"Now look what you've done. Fine you can live with this, your son likes the name Liir. Merry Christmas Fiyero, have a son named Liir over to his father before stalking out of the room.
"You're not a Liir, are you?" Fiyero asked his son, praying his son wouldn't smile but his prayers were left unanswered.
"S***! Liir, it is."
Author's note: Before you start Dee no this is not be admitting that phantom's name is Erik cause its NOT!!! HIS NAME IS PHANTOM!!!