Chapter 20: Complications

"Okay the head is out!" Fiyero yelled excitedly, "Okay Elphaba give me one final push!" Elphaba nodded as she clenched her teeth together and pushed. The room fell silent as Fiyero held his tiny baby. The sound of crying broke the silence.

"It's a boy!"

Fiyero cradled his son soothingly in his arms, while Glinda searched the house for something to cut the umbilical cord. Tears were flowing freely down his cheeks, as he stared at his boy. Elphaba said nothing, she stayed still and admired Fiyero and her son, as they were bonding. Elphaba felt a need to hold her son, however, she let Fiyero have his time for she had carried the boy for nine months. This was Fiyero's first real contract with him. Glinda soon returned his a pair of scissors, Elphaba looked at them with disgust.

Elphie then cleared her throat. "Are you sure there isn't anything else we could use? Those don't look necessarily sterile." Fiyero gave her a look of apprehension and shrugged his shoulders. Elphaba rolled her eyes at both of them. "Fine, use it." Glinda smiled nervously, her hands were shaky and her face was almost as green as Elphaba's. She quickly cut the cord, and ran towards the chamber pot, for she was going to be nauseous. Fiyero shook his head mockingly in Glinda's direction, while Glinda leaned over the pot and moaned. He then turned his attention over to his fiancée, his brave Elphaba.

"I should clean him up." He said as he shot a huge grin at Elphaba, she responded back with a sleepy smile and slightly nodded. Fiyero set his son down on clean linens, and began cleaning him with warm water and oils. The baby was silent; his eyes were tightly shut during his bath. Once Fiyero had finished cleaning him off, he wrapped him up in a warm blanket. Fiyero set the baby down into Elphaba's arms; Elphaba traced his tiny lips with her index finger, and looked up at Fiyero lovingly.

"He definitely has your lips." She expressed rather happily.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Well, he'll be thankful that he didn't get my thin lips."

"I love your lips, Fae."

Elphaba snickered quietly, and nervously bit her fine bottom lip.

"Look at his hair, Elphaba, it's black just like yours."

"Too bad he has my chin as well."

"What's wrong with your chin?"

"It's just really pronounced and manly, but I suppose it will look good on him."

"You're too hard on yourself my dear." He grabbed her head and forced a kiss onto her clammy forehead.

"I bet he has your eyes, Fiyero."

"You sound sure of yourself."

"It would be a crying shame if he didn't."

"He's perfect, Fae! Admit it."

"That's easy enough" Fiyero again pulled her face closer to his; he kissed her lips this time. Elphaba wrenched herself away from him, only slightly. Just to free her him his grasp, but not to get away from him either. She snuggled their son, as he began to whimper. Elphaba slowly cradled him back and forth and a rhythmic motion, which was even making Fiyero's eyelid's seem heavy. "Fiyero, we need to name this boy."

"Well, I've always liked the name, Nyklus. It is a traditional Vinkus name."

"Nyklus. I like it, but I've always loved the name Keliir."

"Keliir is a great name as well."

"How about Delaney? That's what my parents were going to name me if I was to be a boy." Glinda added her opinion in. Both Fiyero and Elphaba grimaced at the name Delaney. Glinda only rolled her eyes, and continued to watch the two of them figure out a name for the lad.

"I think Keliir should be his first name, we can shorten it into Kel or Liir. Then Nyklus can be his middle name?"

"I think I could live with that. Keliir Nyklus Fiyero Tiggular."

"You would put your name in there."

"It rolls right off the tongue doesn't it?" Fiyero smirked, and looked at little Keliir who looked peaceful in his mother's arms. Keliir listened to the rhythm of Elphaba's heartbeat, in which he was familiar. The beating sound had lulled him into a deep sleep.

"I don't want to give him away."

"Elphaba…"

"Fiyero. I can't, he's my baby. What if something happens to him while we're in Kiamo Ko?"

"We have no choice, this is the only way we can be together with our son."

"Please Fiyero, there has to be some other way."

"There isn't! It's not like we're leaving him forever!" Fiyero snapped, which extracted a jump of shock from Elphaba. "This is killing me too, you're not the only one who is worried about him."

"I can look after him."

Both Fiyero and Elphaba's head shot towards the blond sitting in front of them.

"No, Glinda that's too much for us to ask of you. Besides how would you get away with it? He'll cry. People will hear him and then you'll have Morrible all over you. No I wont have it." Elphaba expressed to her semi-trustworthy friend.

"Then I'll just stay here with him."

"Like in this house?" Fiyero was taken aback by her generosity. "What about your popularity? Doesn't that mean anything to you anymore? Also we can't have people knowing that we have a child, you would need to be here alone for a week."

"Of course being popular is everything to me. I'll just say I'm volunteering outside of Shiz, attending to the elderly. They'll think me a saint."

Relief spread widely across Fiyero's flawless face. "Fine, then we're leaving tomorrow night. We mustn't waist time, for my dear mother has arranged the wedding ceremony and everything."

"She'll drop dead when she finds out your fiancée is green." Elphie snorted with laughter, Glinda giggled as well. Fiyero frowned.

"I doubt that, she'll probably think you're exotic. Besides you're beautiful."

Elphaba blushed and caressed his face; his cheekbones were rough and unshaven, his hair was all riled up and his eyes were slightly darker due to the lack of sleep. He somehow looked absolutely desirable to Elphaba; at that moment she wanted him. Glinda started to feel uncomfortable; she got up and bid them goodnight.

"Goodnight you two try to behave yourselves." She was almost out the door. "Oh and congratulations."

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Fiyero held Keliir is his arms for a brief moment before setting him down in a small cradle fit just for him. Elphaba was already lying in her bed, waiting for Fiyero join her. He bent down and kissed his boy on the forehead and stroked his stomach lightly.

"I love you." He said for the first time to his son. Keliir only stirred in his sleep at the sound of his father's words. Fiyero swore he saw a smile form on his full lips.

Fiyero climbed onto the bed where Elphaba was lying. "He's amazing."

"Hmm." Elphaba nodded lovingly, as she grabbed his neck and pulled his body closer to hers. She cupped his face with her hands and embraced his lips with hers; Fiyero forced her mouth open with his tongue. Their tongues danced with each other, as he pressed his body against her unhesitant form. Elphaba giggled as his unshaven face tickled her smooth emerald skin. Fiyero's hands began to slide carefully up her nightgown and below her waist; Elphaba gently grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I don't want to be touched there."

"You've never had a problem with that before…"

"Just…not tonight."

Fiyero relented and massaged her small breasts while kissing her neck, adoringly. Elphaba weaved her legs with his so that they were in a complete embrace. Fiyero stopped focusing on her neck and looked her in the eye. "You were really brave. I forgot to mention that earlier."

"Well you were very supportive. You kept your promise."