The warmth I felt the morning after we married was not only the warmest morning I had, but the most love filled.

After the wedding itself was over, we and the rest of our guests held the tiny, yet exciting reception. Cutting the cake, taking so many pictures (thanks Astoria), and Death, quite literally, breaking the champagne bottle in half.

We played music on the speakers, Death and I danced to Shut Up and Dance, the song that created our friendship, and Astoria and Velvet gave the most wonderful and heart-wrenching speeches I had ever heard. If the whole being married wasn't enough, I was an absolute mess by the end of them, hugging them both for a good minute straight.

We partied for many hours, Spirit and Stein having to go home early due to them still being kids, and Panthera and Andrei left around ten. All that was left was Death, Astoria, Velvet and I, and of course Wesley.

All of us had a suppressed sadness that Sound couldn't be here with us, the joke he made about being our ring bearer still hung in my mind.

But alas, we couldn't change anything about it. At eleven, Astoria and Velvet both went to bed, and we said our goodbyes to Velvet since she said she would probably be gone by morning as to not raise any suspicions with her clan.

It was sad that she couldn't stay longer, but we didn't argue with her.

It's sad to say that our wedding day was the second to last time we actually saw Velvet again…

At least, under good circumstances.

But after we said our goodbyes, and goodnights, Death and I retreated to our room and, of course, had the newly wed, honeymoon love making.

Death and I were the ones up until dawn that day.

But, when we did rise from our slumber, the sun had long since risen and was shining itself through the window.

To my shock, I wasn't the first one awake this time around. Death was awoken by the sun's rays before me since he was closer to the window.

I myself was awoken by a pair of lips pressing against my cheek and forehead repeatedly, making me stir and groggily come to.

The first thing I saw was his eyes, those big, red orbs that shined down brightly at me, and yet tiredly all at once.

He smiled, leaning down to kiss my lips.

"Morning honey."

To think this morning went like almost every other morning, and yet, there was something SO different about this one. This wasn't my boyfriend OR my fiance that I was looking at.

This was my husband.

I smiled back, leaning up to kiss his lips, but missing and kissing his nose instead.

"Mmm, morning~"

He chuckled, nuzzling my nose with his own.

"Sleep well?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my chest, pulling me closer. I laughed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and humming in confirmation.

"Mh-hm, you?" I asked, rubbing his cheeks with my thumbs.

"Good. Want something to eat?" he asked, rolling onto his back and laying me on his chest.

I smiled, chuckling and nodding.

"Yeah… I'm a little hungry," I replied, stretching my arms up.

Death nodded, repeating my action before wrapping his arm around me and slowly sitting up.

When we rose up, he placed me down on the ground gently. He stood up after me, placing a few kisses on my head. We moved across the room slowly, moving towards the dresser.

"So, you in the mood for anything in particular?" he asked, pulling out boxers and a pair of pants. I shrugged, pulling out one of his shirts and undergarments.

"Eh, not really. I'm down for anything I guess." I slipped on the clothes quickly and moved towards the door, the reaper right on my heels.

"That's all you're wearing?" he asked, looking down at my lake of pants and one of his button ups.

"Is there a problem with it? Says the guy who isn't wearing a shirt," I teased, watching him look down at himself. He in return, shrugged, giving me a sly grin.

"Am I not allowed to show off to my wife?" he asked, walking over and taking me into his embrace.

I chuckled, feeling a blush crawl on my face.

"And am I not allowed to show off to my husband?" I inquired back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

Calling him my husband, and him calling me his wife, it made a warm chill shoot up my spine and crawl across my arms.

We were drawn back to each other's lips once more, still feeling a little high from last night. Not drug wise high but… you know what.

It actually took us a few minutes to leave the room and make our way down to the kitchen.

Death went to cook some cinnamon rolls that he had stored in the freezer, having me sit down at the counter with a cup of tea.

"So, any plans today?" I asked, taking a sip of my drink. Death shrugged, mixing up the sugar for the icing.

"Eh, not really. Not many places for us to go on a honeymoon… thanks to me anyway…" he answered, looking down a little guiltily.

I smiled, reaching over the counter to cup his cheek.

"Come on hun, don't worry about it. I don't mind just staying home for our honeymoon." I cooed, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled back, nuzzling my nose with his own.

"I'm glad, I was worried for a bit if you wanted one of those traveling honeymoons. So, lazing around sound good?" He asked, moving back across the kitchen to take the rolls out of the oven.

I nodded, stretching once more before sipping my tea.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I just wanna…. sit and bask in this for a while," I answered, thanking him when he brought me a plate. He sat down on the stool next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Yeah, me too. To think… that we're… married," he whispered, his nose finding its way to my hair. I laughed, leaning into his embrace.

"Yeah, we are. And now the only question is… where will we go from here?" I asked, taking a bite of my food.

We fell into a comfortable, yet heavy silence.

Where would we go from here? Most of the time it seemed like marriage was the final stop in a relationship, and then everything was just routine from there. I thought about what we could do now that we were married. Make improvements to the DWMA and PMUD, now that I was officially it's Lady?

Lady Elphaba of the DWMA, there was a title that would take getting used to.

But other than that, where would we go from here?

"Maybe… have a baby?"

I choked on my drink, blood racing towards my face when I heard Death whisper more to himself than to me. Apparently, he hadn't meant for me to hear that, because when I whirled around to look at him, he began to wave his arms frantically.

"I-I mean-wait! I-I didn't mean-well I did, b-but hold on! I-It was just a thought, honestly! S-Since we're married and such, m-maybe the only place left for us to g-go is to well… well… st-start a… family of some kind. O-ONLY if you want to, I-I'm not forcing you or anything it was just a-" I placed a finger on his lips, ceasing his chatter.

I stared at Death silently, the blush on my face spreading when we met eyes.

I smiled, "You don't have to hide it if you wanna say something. Did you mean that? What you just said?"

Why was I so eager to hear him say it again. Having a baby. Us having a baby.

The bearer of the child of death.

Once more, Lily's words rolled back into my head, making me blush a little more. The fact that Lily was Death's mother was shocking enough, but this just proved that Lily predicted the birth of her grandkids…

Via me.

Death looked away, his lip trembling in fear before he mustered up the courage to speak once more.

He nodded, "Y-Yeah… I did. I… I wouldn't mind if you and I had…. A...b-b-b-"

"A baby?" I finished, watching him nod.

"You wouldn't mind having a baby? Or do you want to have a baby?" I asked, watching him turn a stronger shade of red.

"Uhhh… maybe. I-I've thought about having a baby before… wondering what it would be like to raise a baby. I mean… it would be nice… but I'm also kind of afraid of doing that sort of thing," he answered, leaning on his hand.

I rose a brow, placing my cup down to draw my full attention to Death.

"Why are you afraid of raising a kid? If it's because you think you won't make a good father then I got some news for you," I inquired, crossing my arms and giving him a small glare.

Death laughed nervously, rubbing his temple.

"Hehe… yeah. Sorry but, that is what I'm afraid of. For the past eight centuries, I've let my people slaughter innocent magic users without even thinking, I've sent countless of people, and teenagers, to their deaths collecting kishin eggs and even witch souls. Heck, I put off so many of the DWMA's problems that I don't even remember what half of them are! And don't get me started on what happened to the FIRST kid I tried to raise… I created a Kishin! I never tried to understand my brother and his desires, I blew off the issues that Asura developed, and for centuries I've allowed my organization to fall. It was only when you came along that I opened my eyes, but that was because you put the aftermath of one of my slaughters, or Sound, in my face. That's why I'm afraid… afraid of trying again."

I found myself in shock at his sudden confession, feeling his aura fall.

"Death… I… I didn't know you felt like that," I whispered, feeling genuinely shocked at his confession.

He was afraid of having any more children because of Asura.

It made sense to a point, being scared of raising children when one went… wrong. But to give up altogether on raising kids?

I had no place no judge, I had sworn off love at one point.

"Sorry if I seem depressed about this. I've just made so many mistakes and screw ups. I'm afraid that if I try and raise a kid, they'll turn out like me…"

That made me glare at me, my brows furrowed.

"And what's wrong with you? Do you think you're a bad person or something?" I snapped, watching him wince at my tone.

"Well… I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, what if those mistakes are passed on?" he asked, threading his fingers through his hair.

"Mistakes we've made can have effects on the next generation, I'm not denying that. But you're a good person Death. When you learned of your mistakes, you did everything in your power to fix them. You've made lives for magic users three times as better in the past six years then your whole organization has done in centuries. If you want my opinion, that's the BEST trait for our child to have. If you want to have children that's okay, don't be afraid of having them because you've made mistakes in the past. If you want my opinion once more, I think you'd make a great father."

I watched him blush heavily, his eyes darting around nervously.

"You… you really think I'd make a good dad?"

I chuckled, nodding and leaning into his side.

"Of course you would. You're fun and light hearted, you know right from wrong, and your easy going yet stern when you need to be. You'd a wonderful father if you ask me," I answered, placing a kiss on his cheek.

He smiled, curling into my embrace.

"Hmm… and you'd make an amazing mother."

That made me blush, a warmth crawling over my face and to the roots of my hair.

"Hehe, thanks…" I whispered, lacing my fingers together with his.

When he tightened his grip on my hand, he lifted his head and kissed my cheek.

"Would you like having kids?" he asked, a bit of uncertainty in his voice. I flushed, looking down at my lap.

Did I want kids? There was a good question. I had been told that I would bear Death's child, and I had accepted that in some moments when I was having an overbearing amount of feelings. But I hadn't actually… thought about it. Did I want kids? The thought of having and raising a baby was both terrifying and…

Exciting.

"I… I wouldn't mind it…" I confessed, twiddling my thumbs together. The thought of having Death's baby made a warm chill run up my spine, causing a heated blush to sprawl on my face.

Having a baby. Death's baby.

"Really? You wouldn't mind having a baby?" He asked eagerly, moving back to look me in the eye.

I smiled, giving him a shy nod.

"Y-Yeah… I mean not right now… but, I wouldn't mind having a baby with you," I agreed, ducking my head underneath his chin.

I felt his heart pick up, his arms wrapping around my waist.

We sat like that for a few minutes, our food getting colder by the minute. We would place a kiss on each other every other moment, going to nuzzle each other sometimes.

At one point, Death sighed, pulling me into his lap suddenly. I let out a yelp in surprise, before falling into a fit of giggles. He nuzzled my cheek suddenly, placing a few kisses on my cheek.

"Man… I love you Elphie…" he cooed.

I chuckled, letting him nuzzle me a bit more before turning to kiss him.

"Goodness gracious, I love you too ya big goof!" I cried, leaning back into his arms.

We continued our snuggle fest for a little bit before he pulled away to look at me.

"So, if we had a baby, what would we name them?" he asked excitedly, rocking back and forth in his chair.

I rolled my eyes, picking up my glass.

"Come on Death, give it a rest for now. We're not having a baby just yet, so why don't we wait for names and such?" I asked, watching him pout.

"I know… but what about like umm… OH! Lullabies and things like that? I've tried writing music in case I ever decided I wanted a baby. Well, I've wanted one for a while but never knew the right time or… I was always afraid but that's beside the point! What do you think?"

Lullaby. A lullaby for our baby.

I lowered my head in thought, my eyebrow raised.

"A lullaby you say…" I whispered, a certain song in particular coming into my mind.

Death nodded happily behind me, laying his head on my shoulder.

"Yeah, a song that really means something! Have anything in mind?" he asked.

I remained silent for a few moments, before slowly looking into my tea.

When I moved my hands, the tea would ripple and swish, the sound like music to my eyes. It brought back the heaviest effects of nostalgia.

Tea. Liquid. Water.

The sea.

The song of the sea.

"I… I think I might."

I felt Death's aura light up, his arms tightening around me.

"What it is?"

And it washed over me like a tidal wave, devouring everything in its path.

"...Idir ann is idir as…"

I heard him gasp behind me when instead of answering him directly, I began to sing.

"Idir thaidh is idir theas…"

"Idir thiar is idir thoir…"

"Idir am is idir ait…"

Death's grip around me softened, and he seemed to sink into me as if falling into a trace of some kind.

"Casann si dhom

Amhran na farraige

Suaimhneach no ciuin

Ag cuardu go damanta…"

I leaned my head back, smiling as the sounds of the rushing waves filled my head, reminding me of my home.

"...Mo ghra…"

I stopped for a brief moment, allowing the first verse to settle before I continued. Death made no efforts to stop me, which was a bit surprising. His breathing was light, almost soft as if he was sleeping, yet his aura reflecting consciousness.

"Idir gaoth is idir tonn

Idir tilleadh is idir gann…"

"Casann si dhom

Amhran na farraige

Suaimhneach no ciuin

Ag cuardu go damanta…"

I sighed, feeling my eyes burn slightly as the feelings that I had felt over the years washed over me.

"Idir costa, idir cleibh…

Idir me is idir me fein…"

I smiled, reaching up to gently grasp at Death's hand after placing my cup down.

"... Ta me i dtiuin…"

I sighed, smiling when I finished the brief song. The Song of the Sea that I had written all those years ago was still fresh in my mind, never wavering.

I felt Death shift behind me, his head coming up. He suddenly shifted me so that I could face him.

"...Wow. That was… amazing! Where did you learn that?" he asked, his crimson eyes sparkling.

I blushed, looking down at my hands.

"I… I wrote it, actually. It was originally for my younger sisters, but they never got to hear it. The only ones who've heard are Aeria, my father, and now… you."

He seemed shocked at that revelation, lifting a hand to point at himself hesitantly.

"R-Really? I'm one of only… three?" he asked, a hint of wonder in his voice. I nodded.

"Yeah. The song is called Amhran na farraige. It's Irish Gaelic for Song of the Sea. It's a sort of… reflection on the place where I grew up, in Skerries. We lived on this little sliver of land right next to the ocean. I was always captivated by it as I grew up, dreaming of one day exploring the ocean and leaving my suffocating home… never thought that dream would lead me here," I explained, smiling fondly.

He smiled back, leaning down capture my lips.

I accepting his capture, falling into his embrace once more.

We kissed for few moments, the feelings of being together, being married, coming back in full force.

And… the fears and desires we held for what was to come.

When we parted, I looked up into his eyes, my hand coming up to gently caress his cheek.

He leaned into my hand, reaching up to hold my wrist and kiss my palm.

"Hey, Death. I think I can answer at least one half of your question."

He looked up at me curiously, his brow raised.

"Really? How's that, and which question?" he asked, his face showing that he had forgotten what he had asked me.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I leaned up to press my forehead against his, our noses touching gently.

"About… our baby. If I had to pick a name now…"

I heard his breath hitch, and his face became so warm I could feel it radiating onto my own face.

Suddenly, a warm, motherly feeling washed over me, as I suddenly had a rush of baby fever and a desire for a child. I smiled.

"If we had a son… I'd wanna name him after you."

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Sorry that's its a few days late. Finals are this week and I'm just about done!

Uuuuuuuuuuggggghhhhh these two are gonna be the death of meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

This chappy was all about the fluff. The fluffs. THE FLUFFIEST OF FLUFFS

Elphie and Death just kinda bask in their marriage in this chapter, talking about what they're gonna do in their future.

A good bit of baby talk tho~~~~~~

And it seems like Kid might've gotten his name from Elphaba hmmmm~~~~

Also we get the full, Gaelic version of Elphaba's song, or Song of the Sea, cause I can't write lyrics for shit

Don't worry next chapter there will be more to talk about.

Anyhoodles, that's all I got for this chapter. The Dragon Witch is updated every Saturday OR Sunday, depending on my work schedule, at 5 pm Tokyo time (+9)!

NEXT TIME:

It's been about three years since Elphaba and Death married. Velvet has disappeared from the grid, and Astoria's been oddly silent this past month. But when she makes a call, she learns why Astoria's been silent, and gets asked an interesting question. What is this question, and what effects could it have?

Find Out Next Time: June 2nd! (Or 3rd)

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