Chapter 13 - Morning Sickness All Day Long

Seeing Elphaba two blocks from the castle, Fiyero's car came to a screeching halt. Jumping out, he opened the passenger side door. "Get in."

If Elphaba wasn't so exhausted, she would have kept on walking. She entered the car, but was in no mood in striking up a conversation.

The drive home was quiet. Fiyero parked his car into the garage. "Am I allowed to come in? Or do you want to be left alone tonight?"

"Please come in."

No sooner had she opened the front door, Elphaba immediately ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Fiyero stood outside of the bathroom door unsure if he should check on her. He knocked. "Are you alright?"

When there was no answer but only a flushing sound of the toilet, he walked in, finding her sitting on the floor with her head practically into the toilet bowl. "You okay?" He held her hair away from her face, gentle rubbing her back as she heaved. "Are you okay?" He asked again.

Rising from the floor, Elphaba walked to the sink to rinse her mouth, and splash water onto her face. Turning to Fiyero, she snarled at him. "Apparently not. Anyone with a brain would know that. Is this a normal thing I do shoving my face into the toilet water?"

Fiyero stepped back. "Ooo...kayyy."

"I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling well," she said. Secretly she blamed him for her morning sickness which at times lasted throughout the day.

"Why don't you rest for a bit? And I'll make you a cup of tea," Fiyero said. "It might make you feel better."

"I'd like that. Thank you." Heading to her queen sized bed, she flopped herself down.

...

Fiyero flung the door open as soon as he heard the knock at the front door. "Mom! Zita! What took you so long?"

"Dear, it only took us fifteen minutes."

"We would have been here in five minutes, but mom doesn't want me driving like a maniac," Azita said.

"How is Elphaba?" The Queen asked. "Is she still throwing up?"

"No, not right now. She was earlier. I don't know what's wrong. I made tea. She seems so exhausted, and moody. If looks could kill. I think something's drastically wrong with her. She's in bed now. Mom, what do I do?"

Zita laughed. "And one day he'll be ruling our Kingdom! Don't you know? She's probably..."

"Princess Azita Tiggular!" Her mother scolded. "Go check on Elphaba while I speak to your brother."

"Yes, mom."

Fiyero stood at a standstill, and was obviously worried. He looked to his mother for comfort.

"Fiyero, she'll be fine. Trust me. You just need to talk to Elphaba. I'll make her broth. It will settle her stomach."

"Thanks, mom."

"Has she gone to see a doctor?" She asked, pouring broth in a pot, and placing it on the stove.

"Not sure," he said. "If not, I'll take her tomorrow.

"Crackers. She must have crackers around." The Queen checked the pantry, and found a box. "Ah-huh! Here we go. I found some. I knew she'd have a box."

"Mom, I don't think she's hungry."

"Broth and crackers are good for..."

"For what?"

She smiled. "For an upset stomach. Fiyero dear, why don't you get a tray while I pour broth into a bowl. And get me a plate for the crackers."

...

Queen Yasaman entered Elphaba's bedroom carrying the food tray. "How are you feeling, Elphaba dear? Why don't you sit up and have something to eat."

Elphaba pulled herself up in a sitting positing. "Thank you. I was telling Zita that there was no reason for you two to tend to me. I'll be fine. Where's Fiyero?"

"In the living room. Told him to sit, calm down, and relax. He's been so worried about you." The Queen placed the tray on the bed. "Eat. You must keep your strength."

"So, how far along are you?" Zita asked.

"Zita! Mind your manners."

"It's okay," Elphaba said. "Ive been to the doctor. He says I'm seven weeks. How did you know? I haven't told Fiyero yet."

"He described your symptoms," Zita said. "And we figured it out. I sure hope the baby will be just like you. My brother's not very bright. Oh but you know that already." The Princess laughed.

Elphaba smiled. "Thank you both for everything."

The Queen moved to hug her, then fluffed her pillow. "It's just broth and crackers."

Elphaba placed her spoon down. "No. I meant for not getting angry at me for disgracing your royal family in getting pregnant."

"Hey, it's my brother's fault not yours. He was the one who put his pecker in your..."

"Zita!"

"Sorry, mom."

"She gets that from my side of the family." The Queen sat at the foot of the bed. "Dear, you're not disgracing anyone. You love each other, and it happens. And I am happy for the both of you. I'll be a grandmama. I can't wait. You must take care of yourself. Don't get upset. Always think happy thoughts. The early months are the most fragile times."

"Thank you. I will."

Fiyero paced the living room floor. He heard laughter coming from the bedroom. Bracing himself, he poked his head in the doorway. "What are you all laughing at? Is it safe to come in?"

"Come in, dear. We've got to go. We'll leave you two to talk. Come along Zita."

"Call if you need anything," Zita said, giving her a hug.

"I will. Thank you so much."

Fiyero grabbed the food tray, and set it on the night stand. Sitting next to her on the bed, he held her hands. "Are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm terribly sorry for the way I've been acting."

"It's okay. Hope you didn't mind me calling my mom and sister. It's just that I was worried about you."

"I like being around them. They're the mother and sister I wished I had."

"I'm glad you're feeling better."

"For now. I need to tell you something. I've been to the doctor."

Fiyero lightly bit his lower lip. "Doctor? You're ill, aren't you? I knew it. I just knew it. There are a lot of things I can do without, but I can't do without you."

"No. No, I'm not ill. It's nothing like that."

"What is it then? You can tell my anything."

"I'm pregnant. We're having a baby."

Fiyero stared at her for several seconds as if to comprehend what he had just been told. "Pregnant? Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I've been to the doctor. Seven weeks."

"I should have known. You've been cranky, moody. A baby? A baby? Me a father? You a mother? A baby?"

"You're in shock." Elphaba caressed his face. "Yes. You, me, and a baby."

Fiyero tenderly kissed her, stroking her belly. He embraced her lovingly. "I'll never let you two go. I'll be with you for a million years."

TBC - Chapter 14