A/N: Ok I was going to let the shock simmer a bit before giving ya'll a reaction but I can't. Besides there's another surprise I have to show.
"…HOW COULD YOU THINK I'M CHEATING ON YOU WHEN I'M CARRYING YOUR CHILD?"
Those words went 'round in Boq's head as one word slipped passed his lips, "What?" Glinda's face was still crimson with anger.
"AND TO THINK YOU THOUGHT I WOULD DO THAT WITH DAMIEN!" Glinda continued in a rage. Boq's temper flared, his previous thoughts forgotten.
"WELL IT'S NOT EXACTLY HARD TO IMAGINE! WITH HIS GOOD LOOKS IT'S NOT EXACTLY…wow, I just sounded gay." Boq said as he caught himself. "Glinda can we just go and talk about this at home like mature adults instead of screaming teenagers?" Boq asked as his temper finally subsided. Glinda relaxed a bit before nodding. "I need to take a walk." Boq added.
"Fine." Glinda said as she walked away. Boq went down his way, going straight for Central Munch Park.
He had done a lot of thinking as he walked. Three things came to his mind when he did, one, he was a selfish jerk, two, the love of his life was pregnant with his child, and three, he remembered where he had heard Damien's voice before. It's hard not to remember your sister's husband. How had he forgotten Christine? His thirty-three year old sister? He tried to stay in touch but its hard when your being held captive by a psychopathic dictator. He walked into the loft and immediately a light went on, illuminating an angry Elphaba, arms crossed firmly over her chest. "Where. Have. You. Been?" Elphaba asked, accenting every word with an unspoken threat. Boq had the sudden feeling of a teenager being caught coming home late. "Glinda has been crying her eyes out since she got here. She was also muttering something about another pillow...?"
"No." Boq said as he sprinted to Glinda's room. When they were engaged, they always shared a pillow. It was just a habit. It was also a promise and a metaphor. The promise was that they would always be right by each other. The metaphor was that they were one. He opened the door and fought to keep back tears. His worst nightmare had come true. On one side was Glinda, sleeping on her side while on the other was an empty pillow. That's what stung the most. He slowly went to the bed and got in. He could see the tear stains on Glinda's pillow. "Glinda are you awake?" Boq asked as his voice broke with every word he said.
"I am now." Glinda whispered, so softly Boq almost didn't hear her.
"I'm sorry Glinda. My temper flared. When I saw you with Damien, I had a flashback of watching you kiss another guy at Shiz before Rent. It…it brought back memories of all those times I chased you and you didn't care. You would just push me away or towards Nessa in certain cases." Boq said as his voice broke even more. "Please Glinda look at me." Glinda slowly turned over and looked at Boq with the most sad eyes he had ever had the displeasure of seeing. "Glinda is there any way in Oz you could forgive me for being such a conceded jerk?" Boq asked. She didn't answer. She moved a bit to the top of the bed before pushing the extra pillow off of the bed and pushing her own pillow into the middle. She positioned herself just right so that her head was right in the crook of Boq's neck while the rest was wrapped around him. She lifted her head and gently kissed Boq on the cheek, then the lips. It intensified slightly as Glinda's arms wrapped around Boq's neck. She pulled apart so that their lips were just brushing the other's. "Does that answer your question?" She said.
Boq just pushed her back onto the bed with a smile that lit up the room. Glinda slowly began to unbutton his shirt but he stopped her for a moment. "Isn't that what got us in trouble in the first place?" Boq asked. Glinda just smiled in a way that can only be described as wicked.
End Chapter. Yes I have a fluff fetish. Sue me.