Chapter Two: Dream Wedding
"What are you doing?"
Fiyero was jerked out of his musings to see Elphaba staring at him from the nursery doorway, an amused look on her face.
"Thinking."
"Ah," she nodded. "That explains the grimace. Do you have a headache?"
Fiyero's eyes narrowed at his wife. "You know Fae, those jokes never get old."
"Good to know," she smiled teasingly and moved further into the room. "How's Miss Aerin?"
Fiyero glanced down at their month old daughter sleeping on his chest and smiled. "An angel, as always. Like her mother."
Elphaba snorted as he stood carefully to lay Aerin in her bassinet. "Wow, you really are brainless if you think I'm an angel."
Fiyero shook his head lightly, meeting her in the doorway and pulling her close to him. "You're my angel, Elphaba."
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Elphaba merely looked up at him. "How so?" she asked quietly, actually intrigued as to how Fiyero came to his conclusion.
He chuckled lightly as they headed out of the nursery and towards the living room. "Fae, you know what my lifestyle was like before I came to Shiz."
"Yes, I heard the rumours," she nodded with a wry grin.
Fiyero grimaced sheepishly. "Yes. I didn't take anything seriously, not my responsibilities as a Prince or my education… anything. I just-"
"Went through life nearly knocking people over and not even noticing them?" she finished lightly, repeating the words she had said to him when they first met and Fiyero grimaced again.
"Did I ever apologise for that?" he asked and she snorted.
"No, I believe you went straight to corrupting your fellow students," she said sweetly.
"Sorry, Fae," he apologised but she merely rolled her eyes.
"Uh-uh. Continue," she waved him on.
Fiyero smiled at her, gently. "Anyway, once I met a certain green girl who wasn't afraid to stand up for what she knew was right, no matter the cost, that's when I turned my life around. You saved me, Elphaba. You're my angel."
She shook her head. "You turned your life around, became a fugitive and faked your death. I don't follow the 'angel' analogy."
Fiyero knew it was pointless to argue with her, and instead leaned forward to kiss her gently. "Did I wish you a happy anniversary yet?"
Elphaba smiled softly, unable to believe it was a year since they had married and how much had changed in that year.
"Yes, you did."
"Good," Fiyero grinned, then looked around.
"Where's Glinda?"
Elphaba jerked her head towards the kitchen. "That's why I was coming to get you."
Fiyero frowned in confusion, until they reached the kitchen and he discovered why Elphaba had come to find him.
Glinda was sitting at the table with a mug of tea in one hand, and sighing over Elphaba and Fiyero's wedding pictures in front of her.
"Glinda?"
"I wish I'd been there," Glinda sighed sadly. "I wish you could have had the wedding you wanted."
Elphaba glanced at Fiyero before sitting down next to her best friend. "Glinda, I never thought I'd get married, so I wouldn't worry about that. I never let myself picture my 'dream' wedding."
Glinda was incredulous. "Never?"
Elphaba sighed tiredly. "Do I have to play the 'green-skinned freak' reminder card again?"
"Do I have to play the 'no name calling' reminder card again?" Fiyero answered, frowning at his wife and she smiled softly.
"I wasn't calling myself that, Yero. I was just reminding you both that's what I was called my entire childhood."
She turned to Glinda. "And for what it's worth, you know we wish you'd been there too."
Glinda beamed. "Well, it still looks as though it was perfect."
Fiyero nodded. "It was, even if it wasn't what I always pictured."
Both women shot him amused looks.
"Oh, did Fiyero miss out on his dream wedding?" Elphaba sniggered.
"The one you've planned since you were a little girl?" Glinda added, her snigger more of a giggle.
Fiyero made a face at them. "I meant the wedding that I pictured we'd have if we weren't… you know…"
"Fake dead?" Glinda offered.
"Fugitives?" Elphaba returned dryly.
He grinned. "Yeah, something like that."
"So, tell us Tiggular- what is this dream wedding of yours?" Glinda demanded.
Fiyero looked at her hesitantly. "You really want to know?"
Glinda rolled her eyes, something she had rarely done before she met Elphaba but was now second nature.
"Fiyero, don't play the 'ex-fiancée' card with me. We were engaged for like a day."
"Ok," Fiyero agreed cautiously. He couldn't be sure if any of the details would upset Glinda, but figured they had both moved on.
"Well, it would be small. You know, family and close friends."
Elphaba snorted. "So my list would be Glinda. You're right, that is small," she agreed but Fiyero silenced her with a glare.
"Sorry," she apologised with a small smile.
"In the Vinkus?" Glinda prodded questioningly.
He smiled. "No. Actually, I was thinking Shiz."
Both girls stared at him, this time in confusion.
"You'd want to get married at school?" Elphaba frowned. She wasn't terribly romantic, but even she knew that it wasn't the most traditional or romantic location.
Fiyero grinned at Glinda's horrified expression. "Not in Shiz, per se. In a little clearing in the woods off campus."
Glinda's confusion intensified, but Elphaba's eyes gleamed with recognition and she stared at her husband with wide eyes.
"Why there?"
"The Lion Cub," Elphaba breathed and Fiyero nodded with a small smile.
"It made sense to me. That's the spot I fell in love with you," he reminded her and Glinda, catching on, beamed at them.
"That is so sweet! What else?"
Fiyero sighed. "Well… I was thinking night time, with the clearing lit by candles. I figured Fae still wouldn't wear white," he grinned at her as she nodded in agreement.
"That's about it," he shrugged.
Glinda's brow furrowed again. "That's it? That's all you thought of? What about the flowers, or the reception? The colour scheme?"
"Glinda, I'm a guy. I don't care about any of that," Fiyero said pointedly.
"You cared about candlelight and romantic locations," Glinda grumbled, as she stood up and headed towards her bedroom.
Fiyero ignored her and turned to Elphaba. "What do you think?" he asked lightly, but she could tell he was nervous and that a lot depended on her opinion of the wedding he had imagined for them.
She took his hand and squeezed it gently. "I think it sounds perfect," she told him honestly and he tightened his grip on her hand.
"I'm sorry we couldn't have that," Fiyero said quietly but she shook her head.
"It doesn't matter how we got married, Yero. As long as I have you, it was perfect," she replied firmly.
He leaned over and kissed her. "I love you."
She smiled. "Happy anniversary, Yero my hero."
"Happy anniversary, Fae."
