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A/N READ THIS IT IS IMPORTANT! This is about a month after the two passionate nights, Glinda and Boq are now engaged. (I will have a flashback of his proposal later.) Elphaba and Fiyero aren't legally married, because they are still in hiding, but they will be as soon as they can find someone to marry them… so I guess they're engaged too. Everyone assumes that the scarecrow (they don't know that he's Fiyero) is dead, or whatever the equivalent of being dead is for a scarecrow. The Lion is in charge of security in the Emerald City, and Glinda and Boq run the rest of the city stuff. So, yeah, on with the story! BTW, Elphie and Fiyero might be a little OOC, but I really don't know how they would take this, so…
One morning Elphaba woke up to the smell of waffles and bacon drifting up the stairs to her bed. Usually the smell would have made her mouth water, but this morning it made her stomach lurch and she promptly threw up on the floor.
Oh no, she thought, I can't be sick today! Fiyero and I were going to try and figure out how to contact Glinda! Sighing she collapsed onto her pillows.
"Good morning Elphie, you were sleeping in so I made you…" he cut off after seeing the vomit on the floor.
The sight of the food made Elphaba's stomach turn somersaults. So she threw up on the floor again.
"Oh, Elphie," said Fiyero sympathetically,
She attempted a smile, but instead, threw up on herself and the bed. Fiyero scooped her up in his strong arms. She tried to protest, but found that she was too weak to do anything but lay there.
"Let's get you cleaned off, shall we?" asked Fiyero, mostly to himself, because he knew she wouldn't answer him. He carried her over to the bath, which he then filled with unscented oils. After wiping off her face with a dry cloth, he massaged the oil into the rest of her body.
When Elphaba got out of her bath she felt much better; she wasn't nauseous anymore. In fact, she was ravenously hungry.
"Yero, can we go have breakfast now?" she asked, not really caring what he said, she was going to eat.
"But, Elphie, weren't, aren't, you sick!" he stuttered.
"I was, but now I'm really hungry!" she said.
"Well, if you're sure." He finally agreed.
As they walked down the stairs Elphaba tried to figure out what the heck was going on with her. I was fine last night, she thought. But this morning I could barely walk, and now, I'm starving! This is really weird. I wonder if it's some sort of strange sickness or something. This last thought triggered a memory.
Flashback:
"Fabala, your mother's body will be going through some changes in the next few months, she won't feel very good in the morning, and she will be tired a lot of the time. So you need to do your best helping out around the house and with Nessarose, alright?" Frex asked.
She had done her best… and Shell was born eight months later. Oh no! I… I can't be, it's something else. It has to be! But, after thinking about it she realized it very well could be. I guess I haven't bled yet this month, but I've been stressed, always worried that we would be captured or something. In her heart, though, she knew it wasn't true. I have to tell Fiyero! But how?
After breakfast she approached him.
"I need to tell you something, Fiyero."
Hee Hee! Cliffhanger! Well, if you haven't figured out why Elphaba's 'sick' by now, shame on you. Keep reiviewing!