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"Baby's looking good... normal development. You're fine to stop the progesterone injections now, Miss Upland." Doctor Karnas smiled, withdrawing the probe.
"We've already brought most of her nursery furniture already and I'm only two months pregnant! Not even showing yet!" Glinda laughed.
"Yeah, give that another two months. You'll probably get very big, because of your tiny frame. I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up house bound by eight months!" The doctor laughed.
"I'm referring you to the prenatal department of the hospital, because here we specialise in getting embryonic cells to take, not growing them into fully fledged babies. So in two months, you'll be seeing them instead of me. I wish you the best of luck!" She smiled, shaking all of their hands.
"I hope that the next time I see you, you have your possibly green little girl in your arms!" She added.
"Thank you for all your help, doctor!" Glinda thanked.
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"Why aren't you painting the nursery yet?" Glinda whined, a few weeks later on a relatively calm and quiet sunday afternoon.
"Because we've still got six months to go, Glin!" Fiyero replied.
"We're busy at work, and we want it done all at once. It will take up around 3 days!" Elphaba added.
"But she might be early!" Glinda responed.
"Glinda, you're three months pregnant! Calm down!" Elphaba sighed, pulling the blonde closer to her on the couch, and leaning against Fiyero.
"I... oh, fuck!" Glinda cursed, leaping off the sofa and hurtling towards the toilet. Elphaba followed, and Fiyero stayed due to his strong dislike of vomit. Elphaba held Glinda's hair and rubbed her back until it was done.
"Morning sickness my arse! More like vomit all hours of the day and somehow feed the human being inside of you when you can't even keep food down!" Glinda raged.
"Easy there, my sweet. Doctor Peters said that it was perfectly normal and should ease off in around a week." Elphaba assured her.
"I know. It's still horrible though." She sighed.
"I know, my sweet." Elphaba nodded, pulling Glinda into a hug.
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"Well, she's grown overnight!" Glinda exclaimed, running her hands over the newly formed bump.
"You're telling me!" Elphaba laughed. The previous evening it had been barely noticeable and now Glinda could rest her hands at the base of either side of the bump and only just touch her fingertips together.
"Our four month scan today, how exciting!" Glinda smiled.
"Yep, just think! We're coming up for halfway through!"
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"I really want chickpeas."
"Glinda, it's two o'clock in the morning." Elphaba moaned, rolling over to face her girlfriend.
"Imagine roasted chickpeas with cheese."
"My sweet I understand that that sounds nice but at this time-"
"With jam. Like... strawberry jam."
"Glinda, what the fuck?" Elphaba groaned. She had no idea how Fiyero was still sleeping peacefully beside them. Glinda giggled manically.
"I can't believe you. The other day you sat in front of me and ate corn chips with mango and whipped cream and pickle, and now you want roasted chickpeas and jam?! At two in the morning?!"
"Garlic roasted chickpeas with jam. Oh and I would literally kill for some pickled beetroot right now." Glinda confirmed. Elphaba sighed and swung her legs out of the bed.
"You're lucky I love you and this baby as much as I do." She yawned, pulling her warm coat off of the back of the door and slipping her feet in the battered old boots she refused to get rid of.
"Where are you going? We don't have any of that stuff in the kitchen." Glinda whined.
"To the twenty four hour market. They should have those things." Elphaba smiled.
"Thanks, Elphie. I love you." Glinda replied, feeling slightly guilty.
"It's fine, my sweet. Don't wake Yero, I'll be back soon. Do you want more whipped cream?"
"No, I have mango and pickles downstairs but I've kind of gone off that."
"Well thank Oz." Elphaba laughed, before heading out of the room. Glinda heard the door click quietly, and lay back in the bed.
Fiyero stirred not long after Elphaba had left.
"Where's Fae?" He muttered, barely coherent as he rubbed his eyes.
"Shopping." Glinda laughed, sidling up to his warmth.
"Why? It's like... quarter past two? Is she mad?" He questioned, wrapping an arm around Glinda.
"No, I'm craving garlic roasted chickpeas with strawberry jam and pickled beetroot. She went to buy it."
"All of that? Together?!"
"Ew, no! I wouldn't put picked beetroot on my jam and roasted chickpeas, that's gross!" Glinda exclaimed. Fiyero chuckled.
"I'm pretty sure that's not the problematic bit, Glin. Jam?!"
Elphaba returned around half an hour later, but after the gentle 'click' of the door signalling her arrival, Elphaba didn't return to the bedroom for another ten minutes. Fiyero was just about to go and find her, when she came through the doorway holding a bowl in her hand, with a jar of jam and a spoon tucked under her arm and a bowl in the other hand. She placed it all on Glinda's lap. As she entered, Malky had dashed through her legs and leapt on the bed. Usually she'd snaffle any food they had, but even she had no intention of touching Glinda's food.
"Thanks, Elphie." Glinda smiled.
"You woke Yero up?" She asked, trying not to gag as Glinda mixed in a spoon of jam with the chickpeas.
"No, it's ok Fae, I woke myself up." He cringed, watching Glinda.
"Do you... want anything to eat?" The green girl asked him.
"I don't think so." He decided firmly, as Glinda spooned her weird concoction into her mouth.
"Nice?" Elphaba questioned, doubtfully.
"Mm, lovely. I could eat this for every meal!"
"How long do the cravings last for? Please say they end soon." Fiyero begged playfully.
"Only a few more weeks, doctor Peters said. Around 20 weeks was their best estimate, so only three to go!" Elphaba laughed. Once Glinda had eaten, Elphaba put the things on the bedside cabinet.
"Is everyone ready to sleep?" She smiled.
"Definitely." Fiyero affirmed, and Glinda nodded in agreement.
"Good night." She whispered, turning the light out and nestling in close to Glinda, a hand resting on her stomach.
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"Are you sure she'll take to it ok?" Fiyero asked once again, peering out the windows anxiously.
"Why is Nessa the one you're worried about?! What about Frexpar?!" Glinda exclaimed.
"Guys, we can't have a baby and not tell my family about it. I mean, Glinda, yours have asked for practically hourly updates and visited all the way from Gillikin three times in the last two months. Fiyero's were told, in all fairness, and it was their decision to not give a shit. We have to let my family know." Elphaba argued.
"I know. But what if they get mad?" Glinda asked.
"Then they have nothing to do with the baby. Nothing in Oz is going to make me regret having this baby, ok?" Elphaba reassured her.
"Baby Sophelia." Glinda smiled, resting her hand on the swell of her stomach.
"It shouldn't be too bad. Nessa told Father about our relationship."
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"What do you mean you didn't tell him?!" Elphaba yelled, resisting the urge to smash something. She settled with storming around angrily instead.
"Elphaba, stop shouting. The agitated teenager behaviour really doesn't become you-" Nessarose started, in the annoyingly superior and patronising tone that made Glinda cringe.
"Why didn't you tell him?!" Elphaba yelled, ignoring her sister.
"I didn't want to! It's not my responsibility!" The younger Thropp sister retorted, dismissing her maid with a nod.
"For Oz's sakes Nessa, all I asked you to do was tell him!"
"Yes, tell him that the heir to the government of munchkinland would go to his polyamorous bisexual agender child thing!" Nessarose retorted.
"I kept silent on your sexuality. I kept silent on your gender-"
"And this time, I wanted you to do the opposite! All you had to say was 'Elphaba wrote to me. She's decided to be in a relationship with Glinda and Fiyero.'. That's it!" Elphaba interrupted, raging.
"Elphie, calm down." Glinda soothed, stepping closer to Elphaba and resting a hand on her shaking shoulder. She could feel the baby bashing around inside her, a feeling she was sure she'd never get used to.
"You've put on weight, Glinda." Nessarose remarked after a moment of silence.
"You can't say things like that to people." Elphaba snapped at her younger sister, but her eyes were already widening in understanding.
"She's pregnant?" Nessarose gasped.
"Yes, and thanks to you, we have to hit father with both bombshells at dinner today."
"Is he the father?" The brunette asked, gesturing to Fiyero.
"Fiyero's not the biological parent. We had genetic treatment done, she's biologically mine and Glinda's." Elphaba told her, coldly.
"A girl? What are you naming her?"
"Sophelia." Glinda told her. Nessarose closed her eyes tightly and hissed.
"You're literally asking for a fight. Tell my maid I'll be taking dinner in the chapel, at the other end of the house." She decided, before calling for one herself and ordering her to remove her from the room.
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"It's good to see you here again, Fabala. And your friends; you've stuck together since Shiz, I see?" Frex smiled, wiping a bit of food from his thick beard
"Yes, Papa. How was hunting?" Elphaba asked, desperately trying to switch the subject.
"Rather boring today, but a good ride anyway. Now, why are you here?" He asked, and upon seeing Elphaba's baffled expression, he laughed.
"You don't turn up here for the sake of it. And when you do, you never look that worried. What's wrong?"
"Glinda's pregnant." Elphaba admitted after a moment's silence, glancing to the worried looking blonde.
"Oh, I see. And is this strapping young lad the father?" He smiled, looking between Glinda and Fiyero.
"In a sense... Yes. The baby... the baby is biologically mine and Glinda's though."
"Oh, I see. I read about that actually. I do believe that it's tampering with the will of the unnamed God but each to their own." He smiled. "So where does Fiyero come into this?"
"We're all together. In a relationship, I mean. We're raising our baby together." Elphaba stuttered. Frexpar nodded slowly.
"And I suppose this is why Nessie refused to dine with us?"
"Yes. We... thought you'd be angry."
"No, my darling. I'm... I should have expected this, I mean..." Frexpar stuttered, before pausing as if contemplating someghing.
"No, You're old enough to know now." He decided, talking more to himself than to Elphaba.
"I loved Melena, more than anything... But that didn't stop me from falling in love with Turtle Heart. He adored you, and he taught your mother and I to adore you too. We shared him; our saviour. He made us stronger, and we loved him. He taught us to see even you in a whole nee light. Maybe too late, because Nessa was born soon after we establised our... relationship.
"Turtle Heart was murdered on the day of her birth, and your mother died only years later having Shell." He explained. Elphaba could see in his eyes that the story saddened him.
"We could never love you like we should have been able too. I'm glad you've found love now." He smiled. Elphaba stood and embraced her father.
"I love you, Fabala. Now, what are you naming the baby?" He queried.
"It's a girl. We're calling her Sophelia." Fiyero told him.
"After Fabala's aunt? The 'mad' one?" Frex laughed. Glinda frowned; Elphaba had told her the story, but not that she was mad.
"She was never mad." Frex added, seeing the confusion in the blonde's face.
"Just gay. She chose to be disowned and cut off just to live with her girlfriend. Died of the 'flu' when Fabala was just two. Something Nanny will never forgive the eminent Thropp for." Frexpar explained. It was a story he used to think as the correct treatment for those kinds of people. Old age had turned him soft, and for once as he gazed at at the trio of mismatched young adults at his table, expecting their first baby, he was glad of it.
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"I'm glad you came, Fabala. And Glinda and Fiyero, of course." Frex smiled, shaking the hands of Fiyero and Glinda, before embracing his daughter.
"I still can't believe you're having a baby. You said you never would." Nessa pointed out, shrouded in thick cloaks against the mid autumn chill. You could barely notice her armlessness.
"Nice to see you too, Nessie." Elphaba huffed, hugging her intolerable younger sister.
"I'll be expecting a letter when the baby is born." Frexpar smiled.
"Of course. We'll invite you down when she's here, and hope that my mother isn't there already." Glinda promised, resting her hand on her now very prominent bump. She was only twenty-two weeks pregnant, but could fool anyone with a four week advance on that. They waved goodbye as they clambered into the car, and watched them shrink out of view in the rearview mirror.
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"What even is this breathing stuff?! Why do I need it?!" Glinda exclaimed.
"It helps with the pain in childbirth. Just do it!" Fiyero insisted.
"It makes me dizzy! I can't faint in labour, what in Oz is the point!"
"It's supposed to help!" Fiyero exclaimed.
"Well it doesn't! You put a hand on my stomach and tell me that little Sophelia appreciates a single bit of this!" Glinda yelled. In all fairness, she was probably reacting to the raised voices, but oxygen shortage wouldn't help.
"Oh, Yero, leave the poor girl alone. Nobody remembers the breathing shit when you're preparing to push a nine pound human out of a hole the size of a-"
"Ok, ok, Fae! Enough details!" He pleaded. Elphaba cackled as he jumped off the floor and onto the sofa. Glinda stood at a much more leisurely pace, rubbing her wide stomach. She dumped herself next to Elphaba, before taking the green girl's wrist and placing the green hand onto her stomach.
"Dear Oz, Glin, she's going to break through there in a minute!" Elphaba laughed, shifting a little so she could lay both hands on her belly.
"I think she could be a boxer, or a footballer or something." Glinda grinned.
"She's definitely strong!" Fiyero grinned. He was usually the one who got forced by the blonde to feel the baby moving.
"Twenty four weeks down. Only sixteen to go!" Elphaba pointed out.
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"Guys I'm literally seven months pregnant, the baby could technically be born any time and you haven't even started on the nursery!" Glinda whined. She was huge now; she'd outgrown some of her maternity clothes already. Today she was in a loose baby blue dress that stopped just above her knees. She complained that everything made her look as if she'd shoved a beach ball up her dress, and it took Elphaba to point out that it wasn't her outfits fault, simply the baby's.
"I'm free on Friday, so if Yero can get Friday off too, we can decorate the nursery over a three day weekend?" Elphaba suggested, throwing Glinda a bagel; cream cheese, her most normal craving so far.
"Sure thing. But we've already started- we laid the carpet last week!" Fiyero defended.
"Oh great, so even if we don't have furniture, at least Sophelia will have a nice comfy floor to sleep on!" Glinda exclaimed, sarcastically.
"Point taken, my sweet. I will buy a plastic floor cover today so we don't get paint on it, and we'll start on Friday. Have a good day at work!" Elphaba smiled, waltzing out.
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"You should have stopped work weeks ago!" Elphaba huffed, only 4 hours later, on the journey back from the hospital. Glinda had fallen leaving her office, and had now been placed on house arrest by the Doctor.
"I can't believe them." Glinda grumbled, rubbing her stomach.
"Doctor Peters isn't to blame! They did what they thought was best, and I agree with their decision!" Elphaba sighed, steering into their driveway. Fiyero was waiting at home.
"Thank goodness you're ok, Glin!" He gasped, embracing the blonde as soon as she stepped into the house.
"Thanks, Fi."
"My boss offered to let me take the rest of the week off."
"Both Glinda and I have now called Maternity leave. What do you say we start on the room?" Elphaba suggested.
Glinda watched, perplexed, as Elphaba and Fiyero covered the wall in the middle shade of purple. It shimmered slightly with glitter, making the room feel alive. The real confusion kicked in, however, when they began to draw squiggles of some description with the lighter shade. This also happened to be the point at which Glinda was kicked out of the room, and banned from peeking.
It took two days to paint, and on the third day it seemed as though only Fiyero was left painting, as Elphaba assembled furniture. On the fourth day, only a day over schedule, it was all painted, all furniture was assembled, and they began to pack tiny little clothes in the drawers, and put bedcovers in the bassinet. Glinda had been guarded from even peeking through the crack of the door.
Finally, that evening, it was finished. Much to Glinda's dismay, they insisted in blindfolding her.
"I'm 33 weeks pregnant and you're blindfolding me to show me our child's nursery?!" Glinda complained as the silk was tied over her eyes.
"Pretty much!" Elphaba giggled. They each wrapped an arm around her back and led her to the room. When the door opened, she could tell the room was dark.
"Stand there!" Fiyero told her, and she felt both sets of arms releasing her. A light clicked on, and shortly after, the silk fell from her eyes.
Breathtaking.
The room was gorgeous; the light from the bulb was fragmented by the elegant chandelier on the ceiling, spotting little rainbows on the walls. And the walls- they were magnificent; a realistic view of lavender clouds surrounding her. She expected to be able to touch them and feel their whispiness, they were so lifelike. The floor was carpeted in a greyish mauve, soft beneath her feet. The cradle, which was to her right and a few paces in front of the door, was fit for a queen; decorated with light purple silk and lavender ribbons. The blankets inside were a slightly darker purple. Opposite the crib, was their sliding glass doors leading to a balcony that would remain firmly locked until their baby was in their teenage years. But the light silky curtains that flowed in front of them only highlighted the elegance of the room. Just to the left on the curtains, and beside the chest of drawers on the left hand wall, was a rocking chair that had been padded with lavender silk. A small lamp sat on the drawers. Every detail had been analysed; the clouds even got lighter as they got closer to the window. Glinda was in tears.
"This is beautiful, thank you so much!" She sobbed, throwing her arms around both of her lovers, getting as close to them as her bump would allow.
"Our baby will grow up like a princess." Fiyero smiled.
"Unless they decide otherwise in the future." Elphaba added, making them all chuckle.