"Fae, I'm hearing crying again."
"You've been hearing crying for the last twenty years and you haven't gotten used to it?" Elphaba smiled at her husband; it was early morning.
"True. I thought by now we'd have learned how to get that to stop."
"Any day now. She's ten and that's the last."
"Last of what? Five?"
"You stupid man, you remember how many children we've had." She shoved him in the bed, still lithe and agile.
"Five, then." Fiyero grumbled.
"This isn't fair."
"What?" He was getting ready to pull a pillow over his head.
"You kept me up last night. Yet I have to deal with everything that wakes us?"
"Fine. She likes me better, anyway." Fiyero made to get up.
There was a knock on the door. Elphaba threw her head back against the pillows. "What the hell is it now?"
"Glinda! This early in the morning, I forget you're visiting." Elphaba sat up. "What?"
"Well, I was going to offer to go see what was wrong with little Saria."
"It's all right. Fiyero can do it, can't you?"
Fiyero collapsed back in the bed. "Not if I don't have to. Besides, Glinda's being nice because she knows what day it is." He teased.
Elphaba furrowed her eyebrows for a minute. "Today is the… oh!"
"Exactly," Glinda nodded from the doorway. "I came out two weeks ago only, and that's just because Fiyero made me delay so I could help take care of the kids, as I know you don't like to just leave it to the nanny."
"And what are we supposed to do all day?"
"The second floor is all yours."
"It always is." Elphaba replied.
"Still, today is special. You two have more time to be lazy and more time for romance, if you get my drift."
"Glinda!" Elphaba covered her ears.
Glinda put her hands on her hips and glared at her. "What? You think the things I say are bad; you've said worse!"
"You're married. You forget I got married fifteen years ago."
"We were thirty-two. I know. God, you took forever to come around. I thought Boq was just going to give up." Elphaba observed.
Glinda laughed. "I think he probably feels like he should've, now."
"Where is he?"
"Sleeping. He's a man. What do you expect?"
"Hey!" Fiyero sat up.
"You're only up because your daughter's crying." Glinda pointed out.
"So? You two are closer to her!"
"Yeah, but he has no obligation to her. You do." Glinda smiled. "Look, I'm going to go talk to Saria before she exhausts her lungs." She shut the door, winking at Elphaba, "Have a nice day alone," she giggled.
Elphaba and Fiyero looked at each other. They did not hesitate to take her advice.
Late that evening, Elphaba was nuzzled in Fiyero's arms, half-asleep. "I loved today. I love everyday… okay, mostly everyday. It was nice to be alone for a little while. I adore the kids, you know that; but I do like having a day off. Everyone needs one or two of those."
Fiyero reached an arm over to the bedside table. He handed her a box. "Happy twenty-fifth anniversary."
"What have I told you about jewelry?" She shook her head, opening the box. "Oh! But you always did know how to change my mind. They're wonderful. Is that why you put the idea of pierced ears into my head, even though I told you it was pointless?"
"'If you haven't had pierced ears by the time you are forty-seven, it's a bit late,'" Fiyero mocked. "You always catch me."
"I have something for you, you know," she said, placing the jade earrings on her bedside table and opening a drawer.
"I thought you said it was impossible to shop for men." Fiyero commented curiously.
"Glinda's very helpful." Elphaba giggled. She took out a box. "Here."
Fiyero quickly pulled off the top. "It's…"
"Pure silver on the outside, the knife and little tools that pop out aren't, for obvious reasons." She shrugged.
Fiyero started flicking things. "Cool!"
"Oh, dear, you're going to hurt yourself. I knew sharp things weren't a good idea."
"I do not need safety advice, thank you!"
"Right." Elphaba snorted.
Fiyero looked confused. "What?"
"You don't need safety advice, and how many kids were we planning to have?"
"How many kids do we have?"
"Don't you know?" He joked.
"Okay, okay, five. I know. But you could've reminded me."
Elphaba laughed. "You didn't give me much chance."
"Well, still. It's not my fault. Are you complaining?"
"No. I'm just… sometimes I wonder how it all ended up like this instead of the hundreds of other bad ways. It had to be good."
"I know when things changed."
"I do, too. Yero, we both know, it all started at Shiz."