Author's Note: This is most definitely NOT going to be a one-shot. I like it too much.
She woke up later that night around dinnertime, finding that he was still next to her. Tentatively, she ran her hands along his arms. He was there. But how had he been alive all of this time? "Yero?"
He blinked and smiled at her. "Hey."
"What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean: how are you still here? I thought you'd died. There was so much blood."
He sat up next to her and began his explanation. "I thought I was in for it, too. I don't remember when, but I woke up to find that, though very beaten and bruised, I was still alive."
She traced a scar across his abdomen. "I'm so sorry that you got hurt because of me."
"Shhh. I was in the prison infirmary. They kept me there until I was able to walk and then they threw me into a cell. Day after day, they demanded to know what was going on, who I was, who you were, what you'd been doing. I told them all I knew because I knew you were smart enough to never go back to the abandoned corn exchange. But the abandoned corn exchange was pretty much all I knew, and I couldn't give them any more information than that, no matter how they tortured me."
She shivered. "Tortured?"
"It's all right. It wasn't as bad as I'm sure you're thinking it was. After all, I'm still alive, aren't I?"
Kissing him desperately, she murmured, "Yes, yes you are."
He wrapped his arms around her. "I only got out last night, when a commotion erupted around the Palace, even in the cellar, which is where the prison was located, we could hear something going on."
"The Wizard's death?"
"Yes. Someone snuck in last night during some sort of festivity and shot the Wizard." He told her.
"But how'd you get out?"
"There was a huge group of people. The Gale Force was taken down, at the expense of a prisoner or two. When I got out of my cell, I left the Palace immediately. I had to find you, Fae."
"After all the pain you went through because of everything I was involved in, you still love me?"
"Yes. And was involved in?"
"Was. I couldn't keep on with that after what happened. But, Fiyero, things aren't the same as when you were taken, not only with me, but your tribe, your family…"
"I know." He quieted her. "We were allowed to read the news, though not much else."
"I'm so sorry."
"Fae, I didn't much love my home, you know that."
She looked into his eyes and then hugged him, shuddering. "I thought you were gone. I thought you'd died. I thought I never see you again, Yero my hero."
"I know. It's all right now. I'm right here."
"Thank Oz…" She buried her face in his chest.
"I'm glad I found you." He whispered. "When did you know you were pregnant, Fae?"
"A month after I lost you. I was so scared. You were gone and I didn't want to have to think about you so much. I didn't want to be haunted."
"We should've been thinking about birth control. But right now, I'm glad we didn't. We have a son. He's part of you and he's part of me. I still can't get used to this."
She got up and pulled a robe around herself, still self-conscious. "I can't get used to you being alive." Silently, she picked up the child and kissed its forehead.
"You'll just have to get used to it. Because I'm staying with you." He gestured for her to come back to the bed and sit next to him.
The child still in her arms, she did as he wished. "He's sixteen months old now."
"He needs a name."
"I know."
Sliding an arm around her shoulder and looking at the child – his child – he said, "Have you even thought about a name?"
She shook her head. "As terrible as it sounds, I've tried to pretend it wasn't there. It hurt too much to think of you. I only took care of it when it cried."
"I expect you'll be a little more nurturing now that you have no bad memories to be reminded of?"
"Yes."
"Can I hold him?"
She smiled and handed him the baby boy, "Yes."
"He's wonderful, Fae."
"Like his father," she said softly.
"And his mother."
"I love you." She said, not sure if she was talking to the child or its father. Quietly, she whispered, "Please don't leave me again."
"Aiden."
"What?" Elphaba looked at Fiyero, confused.
"His name. Aiden. What do you think?"
"It's perfect." She smiled. The child was still asleep and she placed him gently back in the cradle. "Sweet dreams, Aiden." Still smiling, she returned to Fiyero and let him touch her, keep her close.
"I'll never leave you again, Elphie. I never meant to leave you the first time." His words were soft in her ears, his lips brushing her neck.
She laid back in the bed, burying her face in the blanket for a moment, fighting tears. When she looked up at him again, she was blushing, or what passes for blushing, and her eyes traced his body, remembering every part of him the way it had been, how little things had changed.
He wanted to trace her body, too. But she'd never let him see her before and he doubted she would now. Still, he slid the blanket down from her body, waiting for her hands to reach for him and stop him. She didn't. There was a light still on near the bed and he could see every contour of her body perfectly.
"Yero my hero," she smiled weakly. He'd begun to move his way down her body with his hands and she only locked her eyes on his. "It's all right. Do what you want now. I should have never pushed you away."
Instinctively, he almost stopped himself at her ribs, but he continued, willing his hands further. She gasped and tossed her head back, letting him explore her wherever he desired with his hands. For the second time that day and the second time in two years, they were only simple movements away from making love again.
"I've missed you," she whimpered.
"I've missed you, too." He kissed his way down her body, teasing her. He licked and searched hungrily until she arched her back, waiting for him. "I love you."
"I love you, too. I love you so much, Fiyero. You'll never know how much strength it took me to move on when I thought you'd been killed."
He began making love to her without anymore of a prelude. They forgot the blanket, forgot the lights and focused on the friction between their bodies.
As it neared early morning, they'd been sitting and talking for hours. Finally tired once more, she held onto him tightly, afraid to lose him. She sighed happily when he wrapped his arms around her just as tight, finally in love again.