Chapter 40. Pregnant
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
"Well? Is she?" Musetta asked, as Yackle passed through the parlor.
The midwife turned.
"I'll let the young queenie tell you. Good day." And she left.
"Should someone go up and get her?" Fae asked, nervous. Fiyero nodded. Just as he got up to leave, Elphaba entered, dressed in just her slip, her hair loose around her shoulders, the vial clutched gently in her slender fingers, her other hand resting on her abdomen.
"Fae. Honey are you alright? What did she say?" Fiyero asked, rushing to his wife.
She held out the vial. He took it, confused.
"What's this?"
"I've concieved."
"What?" Musetta asked, not sure if she'd heard her daughter-in-law's whisper.
Elphaba looked up at her in laws, a smile gracing her lips.
"I've concieved." She turned to Yero, took his face in her hands. "Yero, we've concieved. I'm pregnant. Yero, I'm having your baby."
A grin broke out on his face, and he scooped her up, spinning her around gently, before setting her back on her feet.
"A baby? Really? We're having a baby?" She nodded.
"When? When are you due?" Sarima asked.
"Early next year, Yackle said." Elphaba told her. Fiyero wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her gently. Then, Elphaba turned to Musetta.
"Yackle said I'm going to birth a son."
"How could she know what--?" Manzel asked.
"She's not only a midwife, she's a fortune teller, I believe." Musetta said. Then, she wrapped Elphaba in her arms.
"Congratulotions, my dear!" She said, rubbing Elphaba's back.
Fae, didn't say anything.
"So Grandmama's version of events was true." She murmured. Armed with this newfound knowledge, she slipped out of the parlor, headed to the gardens, to clear her head.
"Fae, isn't it wonderful?" Elphaba asked, turning to give the girl a hug.
She excused herself and slipped into the main parlor, looking around quickly.
"Fae?"