Chapter 6
"Elphie?" Glinda whispered, as she entered her room and locked the door behind her. "It's me my love."
After hearing her wife's voice Elphaba bolted out of her hiding spot and grabbed Glinda by the shoulders forcefully, but not so much that it would cause the blonde beauty pain. "My sweet your mother found my bra and..."
"Shh, it's alright, she yelled at Fiyero, but she's laying down now cooling off," Glinda answered, as she laid her hands on the green witch's arms, "I put her mind at ease as much as I could."
"You are amazing, my sweet, I thought that for sure our cover was blown." Elphaba said, as she let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, yes, I also found a spell in the Grimmerie could work in getting you pregnant."
"Could? Elphie, there is no way I'm going to let you try this spell on me for it to back fire," Glinda muttered, as she placed her hands on her hips.
"No, it's safe I promise. I would never try anything on you that wasn't unsafe. Don't you know that?" Elphaba asked, as she in circled her arms around the blonde's waist.
"Of course I know that," Glinda replied, as she kissed the green woman on the lips.
"I just want you to be sure, one hundred percent sure, that you want to start a family with me." Elphaba said, as she nuzzled her wife's neck.
"I'm sure, don't you worry," Glinda answered, as she let out a blissful sigh.
"Good," Elphaba answered, before she began to whisper the spell. A warm feeling stuck the blonde and she let out a sigh as the feeling descended down her body. After a few seconds the warmth disappeared and Glinda was left with a pleasant tingling feeling in her stomach.
"Is that it?" Glinda asked.
"Of course not, my sweet, I still have my part to play." Elphaba answered, with a husky growl as she began to unbutton her wife's dress. The blonde smiled at this remark as she threw the green witch's hat to the side and kissed her deeply.
"You know my mother is still in the house right?"
"Then you just have to make sure you don't scream or make any other loud sounds," Elphaba replied, as she pushed her love onto the bed and straddled her hips.
"Easier said then done," Glinda said, only to have her mouth claimed again with a kiss.
...X...
Days turned weeks. Weeks turned into a month and Mrs. Upland still hadn't left yet. Everyone was at the end of their rope with the woman and trying not to show it.
"Glinda, what happened to your mother only staying a few days here?" Fiyero asked, as he held his head.
"She clearly surprised us all. But I do have a surprise for her," Glinda answered, as a small smile played across her lips.
"And what's what?" Fiyero questioned.
"I'm pregnant," The Good Witch replied, as she laid her hands on her stomach.
"Oh, Glinda, I'm so happy for you! I can safely assume this is Elphaba's doings." Fiyero said, as he brought the blonde woman into a hug.
Glinda nodded before answering, "I'm going to tell my mother that I am pregnant and that..."
"That's great then she can leave!" Fiyero exclaimed.
"I also want to tell my mother the truth about us." Glinda finished.
"What?! Tell your mother the truth! Glinda I don't think that's a good idea," Fiyero answered, his voice filled with concern.
"I have to tell her the truth, Fiyero, what if the baby I'm carrying is green? She's surely going to question that."
"But you don't know if the baby will be green, so it's best not to tell your mother anything." Fiyero persisted.
Glinda just took his hands into her own and said, "I need to do this. Will you please stand by me?"
Fiyero looked down. It was clear he did not want to go through with this, but after a moment he did answer, "Okay let's tell your mother."
"Great, give me a minute. I want Elphaba to meet my mother as well," Glinda said, as she rushed off. Fiyero could only hold his head in his hands. Something told him this wasn't going to go over well.
...X...
"Glinda, my dear, what is this big news that you and Fiyero must tell me?" Melinda asked, as she sat down as she looked up at the still standing Good Witch and Prince.
"Mother, the big news is..." Glinda said, as she took a deep breath before adding, "I'm pregnant."
"Praise the Unnamed God! My Glinda is going to by a mother and Fiyero is going to be a father." Melinda shouted, as she clapped her hands before placing a hand over her heart.
"I'm not the father," Fiyero answered, his voice low. He wouldn't look Melinda in the eyes.
"What did you say?" Melinda asked in shock.
"I'm not the father." Fiyero repeated.
"Glinda, what is he talking about?" Melinda said, shooting a confused look to her daughter. "Of course Fiyero is the father."
"Mother, I haven't been completely honest with you." Glinda said, as she pulled at her dress in a nervous manner. "You see, Fiyero and I aren't married. We got divorced months ago because I found someone else who I'm truly in love with. I got remarried to this person, but I knew you wouldn't approve of my new spouse, so Fiyero and I have been pretending that we are still married to please you."
"But...but I heard you and Fiyero expressing your love!" Melinda shot back in shock.
"That expression of love was between my true spouse and I." Glinda answered, as her face turned a slight pink color as she waited for her mother to answer. The look Melinda gave her daughter was completely ambiguous, and Glinda held her breath, in worry, as she waited for a response.
A few more long moments passed before Melinda said, "Okay, show we this new spouse of yours. I want to see him. He must be pretty great if you divorced your Prince husband to be with him."
Glinda gulped nervously and Fiyero's face was white as he shook his head at the blonde as if to tell her don't go through with this. Glinda cleared her throat a few times totally avoiding Fiyero's gaze as she answered, "Mother this is my spouse. Come on out Elphaba."
With some hesitation the green witch walked into the livingroom. She quickly pulled her hat from her head and walked up to Melinda.
"Glad to meet you," Elphaba said, as she held out her right hand for Mrs. Upland to shake. Melinda didn't take the hand. Instead she screamed at the top of her lungs and ran behind Fiyero.
"It's the Witch! It's the Wicked Witch of the West! She's alive! SWEET OZ! Fiyero kill her! KILL HER!"
"Mother, please, stop at once. Elphaba is not going to harm you. She's my spouse." Glinda said, trying to calm her mother's wild screams.
"This...THIS is your spouse?" Melinda shouted. "You gave up a Prince for a Witch? By the Unnamed God this can't be real! This can't be real! Oh, none of this would have happened if you just married that nice Munchkin boy Bob."
"His name is Biq," Glinda said.
"Boq," Elphaba corrected them both.
"I just don't get it!" Melinda yelled, her eyes wild. "Glinda, how could you give up a Prince for this disgusting Witch?"
Without waiting another second Elphaba grabbed a book that was laying on the table and hit Melinda as hard as she could in the back of the head. Mrs. Upland fell down to the floor clearly unconscious.
"Elphaba, you just knocked out my mother! How could you?" Glinda yelled.
Elphaba only looked at her blonde wife in fear as she answered, "My sweet, please understand, I had..."
"I wanted to do it!" Glinda said, without letting the green witch finish. "For all the craziness she put me though I should have done it. Not to mention what she just said about you."
"I'm sorry, my sweet, you can do it next time." Elphaba replied, as she threw the book aside.
"I must say, Fae, I'm shocked at what you just did," Fiyero said, as he picked up Melinda and laid her on the couch.
"What was I suppose to do? Let her keep screaming like a banshee until the Gale Force comes." Elphaba demanded.
"Oh, Sweet Oz, what are we going to do? When my mother wakes up she's going to go crazy again." Glinda then took a seat and began to weep. Elphaba was quick to get my her side and hold her wife tight.
Just then Clara ran into the room. She gasped at the sight before her. "Things didn't go well I take it," Clara said, as she let out a distressed sigh.
"Damn it!" Fiyero shouted. "We are so dead!"
"No, we're not!" Elphaba spat, as she stood up. "I have an idea. When Melinda wakes up you two pretend like nothing has happened. You convince Melinda that she had a bad dream and you are still married and going to have a child together."
"But...but what about you?" Glinda asked, as she grabbed onto the green witch's arm.
"I...I need to leave for a while," Elphaba replied.
"Leave? But you can't!" Glinda yelled.
"Do you think you can take care of everything while I'm gone?" Elphaba asked Fiyero as she avoided her blonde wife. Fiyero nodded and let out a ragged breath. "Good, I'm going to pack." With that Elphaba headed up to her room with Glinda close behind.
...X...
"Elphaba you can't leave!" Glinda shouted, as she tried to get the green witch to look at her.
"I must! But just for a little while. Until everything cools down. You saw the way your mother reacted when she found out I was your new spouse. It didn't go over well. There is no way we can have her see me again," Elphaba answered, as she threw a few items into a bag and then took her broom out from the closet.
"Elphie, please, don't leave me," Glinda begged, as she did her best to hold back more tears. "Let me come with you. Sweet Oz, don't leave me and our child behind."
"Glinda, my sweet, I will be coming back. I'm not leaving you and our child. I promise, I will be back before you give birth. But if we want to be together I must do this," Elphaba said, as she cupped her wife's face in her hands and caught the freshly fallen tears.
"I'm going to miss you so much. Please come home as soon as possible," Glinda replied, as she ran her fingers through raven locks.
"I promise, Glinda, my sweet wife. I will return." Elphaba sealed her words with a passionate kiss. The blonde returned the kiss. She never wanted it to end but the need for air caused them to break apart. Elphaba then grabbed her broom and headed towards the window.
"I love you, my sweet, I will return," With those final words Elphaba opened the window and jumped onto her broom.
"I love you too, my Elphie." Glinda returned, before watching the green witch disappear into the sky and out of sight.