Here's the next chapter sorry it's a little short, I'll try and make the next one longer for you. Enjoy this update anyway.

''Anything else you need Popsicle?'' Her father had grown sick the past few years; he had lost his wife, her momsie to a plague spreading through the local villages. It was all very sudden; it took them all by surprise. It was years and years ago now and yet he was still here, still mourning. They all said how when she died, he died too and his condition now was supporting the theory. He had nothing left to life for, besides Glinda. But there was only so much an old frail man could take. She nursed him as best as she could. The past year he kept her going. She was mourning over the death of Elphaba, but was distracted by looking after him. She was thankful for it, it meant she couldn't afford to dwell on such heartbreaking matters and it kept her living. If only he had the same opportunity he would be stronger too. He had remained sleeping since she had come back from her visit to Kiamo Ko and she thought maybe he wouldn't wake up, so the nurses thought too. But when she was about to fetch a fresh sponge for him, he called out her name groggily.

''Yes popsicle I'm here.'' She reached for his quivering hand. He forced his eyes open and she patiently waited for him to speak.

''Galinda.'' She smiled at her old name; he continued calling her it, it as after all what her mother chose.

''You're back.''

''Yes I'm back for good.'' She forced a smile, but he saw right through it despite his state.

''Such sadness in your eyes Galinda.'' She bowed her head, afraid they would spill.

''I'm so worried for you.'' She squeezed his hand and looked back at him, even though her eyes glistened with tears.

''Don't be, there's nothing to worry about.'' He was slow with his speech and coughed at the end of his sentences. She stroked his head soothingly.

''But that's not the only reason why you are sad is it?'' Glinda didn't need to respond; he looked at her and murmured.

''You miss her terribly.'' It was a statement, but Glinda took it as a question.

''No I don't popsicle, I miss Momsie and life as a child and playing with you and learning from you both.''

''And Aelphaba.''

''Elphaba.'' She corrected him.

''Yes, but Galinda, remember she's with your mother, they are the lucky ones.'' Glinda stifled a cry and shook her head.

''She's not, although I wish it were true right now.'' He closed his eyes tired, but continued speaking to her.

''What do you mean? Tell your father.''

''She faked her death popsicle and I want everyone to know so they can hunt her down and Ozma himself can strike her down for what she did to me.'' She shot back.

''Not dead you say? But why?" Glinda didn't respond, knowing deep down it was for her own safety, Elphaba had done this for her.

''Ah for you.'' He continued.

''Galinda?''

''Yes?''

''Come closer.'' She knelt down beside him and rested her head on the edge of the bed.

''Do you love her?'' She opened her mouth to yell 'No!' at the top of her lungs, but she knew she still did and that's' what was breaking her.

''Yes I do.'' She breathed and closed her eyes.

''Then be with her, what's stopping you?''

''She lied to me, she broke me, you know what it's like to lose someone. I died when she died and now I know it was all for nothing.''

''Ah correction not for nothing, for you Galinda, she loves you Galinda and although I didn't want to accept it years ago I know it to be true. You belong together Galinda and to throw that away, well you'll regret it for the rest of your life.'' He kissed her golden curls and smiled at her. She closed her eyes and pictured her future and what he saw was Elphaba, even when she tried she couldn't picture her life without her. This was her chance to finally be with her and she was ready to throw that all away. She opened her eyes and stared at her father.

''Oh Popsicle.'' She cried and hugged him lovingly.

''Follow your heart.'' He whispered against her.

''Thank you.'' She whispered and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

''Now let an old man sleep would you Galinda.'' He yawned.

''Of course if that's what you want.'' She sat up in her seat and wiped her tears away. ''Would you like me to wake you for some dinner later?'' He nodded his head weakly.

''Make sure you bring it, those nurses are lovely but I much prefer you around my dear.'' He smiled at her and she smiled back.

''Sweet Oz you remind me so much of your mother.'' Glinda watched as he closed his eyes.

''Good night popsicle, sweet dreams.'' She tucked him and stared at the bedside table picture of the three of them together when she was around the age of 8 or so. They were all smiling brightly and genuinely to the camera. Because they followed their hearts, they were happy. If Glinda did the same so would she.