Chapter 19 - You, Me and Our Baby
Fiyero crept into the bedroom as so not to awaken his wife. Elphaba and Arman fulfilled his life. Carrying the baby in his arms, he laid him beside his mother. Quietly, he joined them in bed. Reaching over to Elphaba, he whispered, "I love you. I love our son." It didn't matter that they were sound asleep, and that no one heard him. What mattered was the three of them together...his very own family.
"We love you, too, daddy," Elphaba answered.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"Fiyero, you're spoiling him. Arman's three months old, and he shouldn't be sleeping with us. Your parents didn't get his crib as a means of decoration for his nursery. And besides, he'll be right next door in the adjoining room."
"Just for tonight? Alright?" he asked, propping his elbow on the bed, and resting his head against the palm of his hand. "I love to watch this little guy sleeping comfortably between us. And he's had a big day with his christening, and with everyone wanting to carry him."
Leaning over the baby, Elphaba gave her husband a peck on his lips. "I can never say no to you. Thank you for everything, especially for not giving up on me. I can't imagine my life without the both of you."
"I've never been happier," Fiyero said. "You're my world, you're my life. I love you both." He gently shook the baby. "You hear that, Prince Arman Razin Tiggular? I love you and your mommy very much."
Arman stretched his tiny arms, yawned, and peered at his father. Smacking his lips, he moved his hand in search for his mother's breast.
Elphaba cuddled her son, lifting up her shirt. "Are you hungry, my little prince?"
"He's always hungry," Fiyero said.
"He has your appetite," Elphaba said. She kissed the baby's fingers. "Sometimes I'm afraid this is all a dream...me with you and our baby. If it is a dream, I don't ever want to wake up."
"It's not a dream. This is real. Everything around us is real."
"I'm sorry," Elphaba said.
"What are you sorry about? You did nothing wrong."
A tear rolled down her cheek. "I'm sorry I can't give you anymore children. It would be nice if Arman could have a brother or sister."
"Don't be sorry. It's not your fault. Arman won't be alone. He'll have cousins when Zita has children. And he'll have god brothers and god sisters from Glinda, Farjad or Emad one day. We'll have a house full of kids."
"I do hope so."
"It terrified me that I was going to lose one of you. At first I was numb, then I got angry at you for just laying there. You were so weak, helpless. It looked like you were going to give up on yourself and on me and the baby."
"I'm sorry for what I put you through. I would have missed out on all of this." Elphaba shifted Arman to her other breast. "You're really hungry, aren't you?"
Fiyero smiled at his son, then looked at his wife. "Sometimes I think back of the first time I met you. I wasn't very nice, was I?"
"Arrogant and rude. That's what you were. I wasn't going to snip off your precious roses." Elphaba let out a soft giggle. "But I was tempted to do so just because of the way you were."
Fiyero smiled. "A lot has happened. If someone had told me I'd be married with a child by the time I was thirty, I wouldn't have believed them."
"I never thought anyone would ever love me. And I look at you and this little guy, I still can't believe it."
"Believe it. We're never going to leave you."
Arman released his lips from his mother's breast. "You're all done, my precious?"
Fiyero gathered him in his arms, carrying him over his shoulders. He lightly patted the baby's back until the little prince let out a burp. "Good boy."
"He looks content," Elphaba said.
Fiyero laid his son on the bed. "Eat, sleep...what a life, huh Arman?"
Arman turned his body from side to side and cooed in his own language.
Fiyero lightly tickled his tummy. "You're a handsome little guy."
"Just like your daddy," Elphaba said.
"You have your mommy's beautiful brown eyes."
Fiyero kissed Arman's cheek, then pulled Elphaba giving her a kiss on the lips. "I love you both."
Elphaba caressed his face. "Define love, Fiyero."
"Love is...," he looked at his wife and son. "You, me and our baby. Love is all of us."
The End
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