Forever Intertwined

Glinda sat down on the couch and placed the plate on her belly. It made a convenient little table except for when the baby decided to kick or wiggle around, which was about every five minutes or so.

She was about to devour a roast beef and apple sandwich. They were her current craving and they were delicious. She was always coming up with interesting ingredients to add to it.

Pregnancy wasn't as bad as she had thought it was going to be. She had gotten used to the fact that she could no longer see her feet and she also had grown accustomed to having a person moving around inside of her.

The stress wasn't too bad at work, but that was partly because everyone was treating her like a fragile heirloom. They would hardly let her do anything on her own. If she had to put up with this for another three months, she might possibly go crazy.

The only thing that bothered her was that her bladder now had a person sitting on it, so she was constantly having to go pee. It was a major annoyance during meetings because she always had to leave during important discussions.

Chanter was great though. He was understanding and gentle even when she made it hard for him to deal with her.

He didn't mind when she started crying when he offered to get her a drink. He even put up with her constant complaining about how ugly she was, even though he knew it wasn't true, and he told her that she looked beautiful about a hundred times a day.

As Glinda bit into her sandwich, she had the most brilliant idea. What would make a roast beef and apple sandwich even better? Of course, a huge helping of pickles would be delightful.

She managed to get off of the couch, despite several unsuccessful attempts, and head to the kitchen. Chanter was standing at the counter putting together his own sandwich.

"Hey sweetheart," She said as she placed her plate on the counter, "do we have any pickles?" He looked over at the empty jar in front of him and then down at the four pickles on his sandwich.

"Oh no, there aren't any more? I was really wanting some." She stuck out her lip and it began to quiver. Chanter, not wanting to see her cry again, scooped up the pickles and nestled them in her sandwich.

Glinda was so touched by his gesture that she began to cry anyways. Chanter sighed, and pulled her close to him.

It was getting harder to hold her near to him because a certain someone was growing more and more everyday. Chanter couldn't believe how quickly time had passed. Glinda had been pregnant for six months, and for six months he had officially been freaking out over becoming a father.

These freak outs lasted only minutes, but they occurred every time Chanter pictured himself as a father. He didn't know anything about children, yet he had wanted one so bad. Now he was wondering what he had been thinking.

Now that he was going to have a child of his own, the reality of the situation was beginning to sink in. Although he knew it would be worth it once he was holding that little baby in his arms, he had to admit that it was a bit terrifying.

The best part was imagining the first time they would all be together as a family. Chanter smiled at that thought and kissed the top of Glinda's head.

She turned her face to him and sniffled. He wiped away her tears with his hand, then pulled her face close to his, "My dear Glinda, oh how I love you." And with that he kissed her nose.

She reached around him and picked up her sandwich. She beheld it as if it were a treasure, and then suddenly dropped it back to the plate. "Yuck. I think I'd rather have a piece of cake."

Glinda sat on the couch next to Chanter and licked off the last little bit of icing from her fork. She had devoured every single bit of the sweet confection, so she put the plate on the table.

She lifted her short little legs up on the couch and slid down until she was resting her head on Chanter's lap. She grabbed his hands and positioned them on her stomach then put her hands on top of his.

Glinda began to sing softly, "Sweet baby, what a precious sight. Sweet baby, you shine so bright. Strong hands and a little button nose. Tender curls and cute little toes. Sweet baby, safe in my arms. Sweet baby, no one can resist your charms." She continued humming the melody as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

Elphaba glanced down into the mystical waters of the cauldron, and saw her little blonde friend sleeping soundly. For some reason, she had become attached to Glinda. Now they were forever intertwined because of the friendship that had sprouted at Shiz.

A small smile crept up on Elphaba as she examined the rounded belly of her best friend. How such a tiny person carried such a huge bump was a mystery to Elphaba. She walked away from the cauldron, satisfied with what she had seen.

The dust on the floor of the cave began to stir as she made her way outside to where Fiyero was currently sitting on a stone. She joined him on his hardened seat and looked out across the treetops. Elphaba had gotten used to his appearance and she loved to run her fingers across the coarse strands of hay that stuck out from random places.

He turned and kissed her when he felt her throw her arm around his waist. His lips even tasted like the sweet hay and she let him pull her close. They were happy, yet it was still unsettling that they had to hide away like a couple of criminals.

If ever Elphaba was jealous of Glinda, it was right now. Oh how she longed to be out in the open with her lover, pregnant, and bubbling with happiness. She had had never pictured that she would have wanted those sorts of things, but when she had found Fiyero, everything had changed. She even began imagining them bringing up a couple of children of their own. Teaching them all about the various spells and watching them explore the caves.

Although, she found herself desiring those sorts of things, she knew that it would never be that simple for her. How would she ever care for a child? Could someone without a soul even love a child?

Well, that seemed like an easy question to answer, after all she loved Fiyero. Or did she? Were her feelings for Fiyero love or something else? Maybe she just got them confused with the desperation to have someone instead of being alone. No, Elphaba may have been confused about a lot of emotions, but she was quite sure that she loved Fiyero.

She also knew that no matter how much she hated to admit it, she also loved a certain little blonde who had become more like a little sister instead of a best friend. And, unlike her real little sister Nessarose, Glinda was standing on her own two feet without any magical spell from Elphaba. That last fact made Elphaba proud, and for the first time, her heart felt whole.