Disclaimer: Same ol' story. Don't own it.

A/N: I have got to be the worst authoress ever. I haven't updated in like four weeks. I'm so sorry for that. I also apologise to those who PM me regularly and haven't got a reply in centuries, also I'm going to see the last show of wicked tomorrow. It's so freaking sad that it's ending. Anywho, this story is coming to a close soon. Falling Over Again is in the process of being written. Thank you to whoever got me to 200 reviews. I love you, not in that way though. Also I have a one shot I might post because I'm sick of seeing Gelphie everywhere. Anywho, enjoy the chapter. Also thank you for reviewing at all. Also anyone who I PM regularly will need to wait till Monday till I can answer you again. On another note, I have a date this Tuesday. This is dedicated to Bang You're Dead, who will flip when she hears this.

Chapter 20

Unexpected

Felicity Tiggular was a smart little girl. Usually people thought because of her appearance in relation to her age, she was younger than four, but very few knew better. By the age of three she could read and by the whole age of four she could write, not very well, but she was making progress. So even though she was all those things, sometimes even the smartest of little girls can be out bested by a source of vengeance. So even though Lyra spent an eternity looking for her, what she didn't realise that she was right under her feet, literally speaking. Somehow Morrible, disguised as Glinda of course, persuaded Felicity to follow her, and now Lyra was in the predicament of telling Avaric that she lost their child. Isn't life just peachy?

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"Elphaba, you can't just stay in bed and do nothing," Elphaba was going stir crazy, in perfect honesty, if she stayed in bed for another week she would have to throttle Fiyero for getting her into this situation. Elphaba knew perfectly well who was behind the 'mysterious' kidnapping of Felicity Tiggular. She herself, not that she'd like to brag, was also quite a smart woman, except when drunk, when she and Fiyero had acquired themselves a sticky situation in the form of a baby, not that they were complaining, they were looking forward to the birth of their child. Elphaba, not so much, the thought of child birth made her nauseous.

"Fae, how many times have I told you there is nothing we can do, except wait out the storm?" Fiyero asked wringing his hair out and nestling himself next to her.

Elphaba made her signature eye roll and proceeded to tell him, "A million, but Yero, I can't just sit down and do nothing. Sure I have a little obstacle in my way, but it's my niece we're talking about."

"Little is not what I'd call you at the moment," his eyes scanning her body.

"Yero, it's your own damned fault," she told him scoldingly.

He put his hands up as a sign of 'backing off', "In my defence..."

"Not that there's much," she muttered under her breath.

He chose to ignore that statement and continue, "You were the one who insisted on the drinks."

"And you were the one who served me them!" she cried out.

"Okay, okay," resituating the 'backing off' sign.

"Anyway, Yero, what are we going to do about my niece."

"Well, I guess we could—" then the gravity of her words hit him, "Niece?"

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No, No," he said quickly setting out to correct his mistake, "It's just I never expected you to say that. I never thought that you would want to get married."

"Oh, I just assumed that we would one day," she murmured quietly, making her fingers like a bunch of clumped knots.

"We will, one day," kissing her temple, before remembering the ring he had situated in his top cupboard, "wait here," dashing out of the bed to retrieve the ring.

"It's not like I'm going anywhere," she added humorously.

"True, considering you stomach," he called from the wardrobe trying to find the ring and failing dismally.

"Technically speaking it's my uterus that's expanding," she called back to him.

"Fae, I love you and all, but too much information."

"You didn't really care about it when we—"

"Elphaba!" he cried out in shock, "think of the children?"

"What? They already have me for a mother and you as a father I don't think they will care that much."

"Fae, Fae, Fae, don't you understand that it doesn't matter," he said with a smirk firmly fixated on his face, but then the implication of her words hit him, "hey! I'm not going to suck at parenthood."

"You won't, I on the other hand. That is an entirely different story."

"Fae, you're not going to suck that bad," he reassured, plopping himself on the bed next to her, the ring located in his pant pocket.

"Yero, I am the walking, talking definition of sucky mother," sinking further into the pillows.

"I'm sure you'll do fine," he reassured her once again, kissing her neck while lightly pressing the ring box to her fingers and whispering, "Marry me."

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"Mama? Mummy? Where are you?" Felicity wailed from the interrogation room.

Morrible inwardly cursed herself at her own stupidity when choosing a victim of her plans. She could have gone with Lyra, Avaric, Fiyero or Elphaba, but no, she had to go with the whiney four-year-old child. She had Glinda, but she moved her to one of the prison cells, bribing one of the guards to keep it quiet. She continued to drug her and give off the pretence, by changing her appearance that she, Morrible, was Glinda. I hate children, Morrible though with a touch of cynicism lacing her words, and people wonder why I don't have any.

"Oh shut you trap you stupid little girl!"

But the wailing continued, "I want mama! Where's mama? You'd said she'd be here! I want mama!"

"Oh shut up you stupid girl or I swear I'll slit your throat!"

The wailing continued for a little longer until it was silenced by a booming voice.

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"Av, I'm such an idiot!" Lyra cried out exasperatedly in her room.

Avaric was meant to be going home to tell his wife he was getting a divorce from her and leaving, but at the last minute he's discovered that his daughter had been kidnapped and rushed back to a panicked Lyra, trying to provide her with some form of consolation, which was failing miserably.

"It's not your fault," rubbing her shoulders soothingly with his thumbs, "who knew that this could have happened?"

"Someone smarter than me," she moaned and not in the way he would have liked her too.

"It's okay, well find her, I'm sure she's not far from here."

"That's the problem!" she removed herself from his touch and started pacing the room before continuing, "I know she's probably not far from her, but I don't where though!" raising her hands above her head to emphasise the point.

"It can't be that bad," he tried to calm her, but she was too panicked to notice what he was doing.

"I lost my child! I highly doubt I'll be getting 'mother of the year' anytime soon."

"Don't worry, we'll find her," pulling Lyra towards him and making her look into his eyes, "Fiyero's on it and I'm pretty sure your brother is the best at trying to figure things out. I mean, he figured Elphaba out."

"Elphaba, mother to be, the innocent soul my brother landed pregnant."

"She loves it though, have you seen how her face lights up every time he sees her?"

"I've noticed. It's like they need each other more than air."

"They probably do, it's like they've made their own little world together."

"That's not all they've made," Lyra added suggestively.

"Ly, I love you and all, but I did not need that mental image," neither of them realising the gravity of his words.

"I guess so, but can't you see him mentally undressing him with those azure eyes of his?"

"He always undresses her and not in the metaphorical sense."

"I guess, but don't worry we'll find Flick."

"I know, but you need get back to Shen Shen, won't she get worried when she becomes conscious of where you've been?"

He waved it off, "She has lots of company around her."

Lyra's eyes bugled at the notion, "Really? She cheats on you?"

Avaric nodded his head in confirmation, "I don't mind though, it's not like our marriage is consummated yet."

Lyra blushed, she may be twenty eight, but she knows when a subject can get touchy, "Well, that's interesting," while looking distantly at him.

"It really isn't, I just accept it. It's not like she's going to care about what I do either, whether I am in the company of another woman or not."

"I guess, but I never thought she was nice anyway."

"You know her?" his eyes showed some wary.

"Yes, but it was when she was with Glinda and her gaggle of friends," she shuddered at the past memory.

"Yes, Shen Shen is a bit of a...tart I would say."

"Tart? She's the freaking crème brûlée, all hard and soft edges, plus a cake too much frosting and furthermore I can't believe you're married to her. If I could strangle her I would because I love you," Lyra clasped her hands over her mouth; Avaric cocked his head to one side, smirking a little.

"Were you going to say something else, Ly?"

"I didn't mean to say that, I mean I did, but I didn't and—" she never got to finish her sentence while his lips were preoccupied by hers.

"You were saying?" he murmured quietly against her lips, pulling her waist closer to him until nothing separated them.

"I love you," was all she could muster out.

"I love you too," and he returned to caressing his lips with hers.

Four years apart had created a new urgency for both of them. They both needed each other, more than air the moment; she tangled her fingers into his thick locks, while his hands worked on the buttons of her shirt. Both of them not realising that they were moving towards the bed, her hips hit the wooden end of the bed. Pieces of cloth were removed, when her back hit the headboard. His hands worshiped her body while she was trying to hold back the moans that her body was trying to hold in. When they were both striped of their own clothing, their inevitable dance began.

I realise at the end of this I made Elphaba superbly OOC, but oh well. I think this was a major fuffle moment for Avaric and Lyra, and the lovely place I left Fiyero's proposal to Elphaba, how sweet am I? No need to answer that was rhetorical. Anywho, next chapter should come on Wednesday, considering I'm on holidays now. Also my friend whose hosue burnt down is coping well, we did Wicked for her and raised so much money that we could get her and her sister laptops plus a $123 dollar gift voucher to Officeworks. What a weird number for a gift card though, $123? Anwyho, can I get a review?

Larri

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