DISCLAIMER: WICKED is the amazing creation of many talented people who aren't me. I'm just obsessed with it and in love with Fiyeraba.

AN. LAST CHAPTER! NO! I can't believe it's over...

I hope you're okay with the name. I find it hard finding boy names I like at the best of times, let alone when they have to be Ozian and I didn't want to use Liir again. And about when Elphaba was born, is entirely based off how "The Witch's Father" says "Now?" in No one mourns the Wicked. And I didn't really cover the birth, because I've already written 2 Fiyeraba birth scenes and needed a break.

So, thank you all to everyone who read this story and I hope you liked it. I'm hoping to have time to write this year, even if it's just some one-shots, but I really have to prioritise uni over everything else this year.

31

In the second week of August, Frex, Nessa and Boq made their way from Munchkinland to the Vinkus. The last time Nessa had seen her sister was at Galinda and Micah's wedding in May, and she couldn't wait to see her again.

Elphaba had had a healthy pregnancy with no complications and the whole of the Vinkus was eagerly awaiting the birth of the next heir to the throne.

"I wonder how much bigger she is?" Nessa asked Boq.

Elphaba had been six months pregnant at the wedding, and Nessa had been surprised at the size of her sister's baby bump, given that it was relatively small.

Boq shrugged. "I don't know. My sister started showing at four months with her first one… but then again, she was having twins."

"But the second time?" Nessa asked.

"The second time she didn't show until she was about five or six months. And she's pretty tiny, like Elphaba."

Nessa sighed impatiently. "I guess we'll just have to see."

Finally, after what seemed an eternity to Nessarose, they arrived at Kiamo Ko where Fiyero met them.

"Where's Elphaba?" Nessa asked him immediately.

"Sleeping," Fiyero replied tiredly. "She hasn't been getting much sleep lately with the heat and the baby… she was having Braxton-Hicks contractions all last night. Sorry, Nessa. She really wanted to be here when you arrived."

Nessa's face softened and she shook her head. "No, she needs her rest. She's only got what, two weeks?"

"Twelve days… not that I'm counting or anything," Fiyero grinned and Boq laughed.

"Of course not."

"Do you want to see the nursery?" Fiyero offered. "It's all finished."

"Oh, yes please!" Nessa said excitedly, loving the idea of seeing the room for her first niece or nephew.

"Do you think you'll have more children?" Nessa asked Fiyero as they headed towards the room and Fiyero laughed.

"I think Fae will just be glad to have this one out first, Nessa. I've already been informed that if she falls pregnant and is expected to give birth during the summer again, there will be hell to pay."

Boq grinned. "That sounds like Elphaba."

Fiyero led Nessa, Boq and Frex to a room just opposite his and Elphaba's own room and opened the door.

Nessa let out a soft 'Oh' of awe and delight. It was a room filled with light and sunshine, but not too directly that it would be overly warm with the summer heat. The walls were painted a pale yellow and the furnishings were white. There were already pictures adorning the walls, and a giant stuffed lion sat in the corner.

"Uh, Fiyero?" Boq frowned, pointing at it.

Fiyero chuckled. "From Galinda and Micah, the very excited godparents-to-be. Galinda said she thought a lion would be better for our child than the traditional bear."

Nessa giggled. "That does sound like Galinda. I'm surprised it's not pink."

"I'm sure if it's a girl, there will be no short supply of pink," Fiyero said dryly.

"How is Elphaba?" Frex asked Fiyero, speaking for the first time since greeting him.

Fiyero hesitated for only a moment before answering. "Well… physically she's fine. Emotionally, she's getting a little nervous."

"That's understandable. First child and all," Boq replied but Fiyero shook his head.

"No, not like this. She's been having nightmares… remembering when you were born, Nessa."

Nessa had forgotten for a moment that Elphaba had been old enough to remember her birth… and that their mother had died during it. From the look on her father's face, Frex had forgotten that too.

"But… Mother was sick because of the milk flowers," Nessa said reasonably. "Nothing will go wrong with Elphaba."

"That's what I've been trying to tell her," Fiyero agreed. "And then she's still wondering what the chances are of the baby being green… I've told her a million times I don't care, but she does. She says she doesn't want the baby to go through what she did," he sighed heavily.

Boq thought about how people tended to treat Elphaba before they got to know her- particularly their fellow students at Shiz, and blanched a little.

"Yeah, I understand that."

"But she is excited about the baby too, isn't she?" Nessa asked.

Fiyero's face softened. "Yeah," he assured her.

There was no doubt in his mind that his wife was going to be an amazing mother. From the beginning of her pregnancy, Elphaba had done nothing that might endanger the baby in any way. She had carefully followed the growth of the baby through books and Fiyero would never forget the look on her face when she'd felt the baby move for the first time.

Fiyero still found the idea of a piece of him and Elphaba resting inside her womb the most amazing thing in the world, and he loved to feel his child move against his hand or respond to his voice with a kick.

"Have you got any names picked out yet? Any hunches whether it's a boy or a girl?" Boq asked him and Fiyero grinned.

"Yes, we have names picked out. Elphaba thinks it's a boy, and I have absolutely no idea. I just hope he or she gets their mother's brains."

"So do we all," a new tired voice said from the doorway and they all turned to see Elphaba standing there, smirking faintly at her husband.

"Elphaba!" Nessa cried happily.

"Wow, Elphaba. Look at you!" Boq greeted her in amazement.

Elphaba smiled self- consciously as she caressed her stomach. As soon as they entered summer, Elphaba's stomach had rapidly expanded and her bump protruded quite far in front of her.

"Hi, Nessie," she greeted her sister with a smile, coming to stand next to her chair and rested a hand on top of her head.

"Sorry, I'd hug you but I can't bend," she apologised and Nessa laughed.

"That's fine, Fabala. Hi, baby!" she addressed her sister's stomach, hesitantly touching the bump.

She jumped as she felt a movement against her palm and Elphaba laughed.

"It's saying 'hi' back, Nessa. It doesn't bite," Fiyero grinned proudly.

"No, it just kicks my kidneys and bladder repeatedly so I need to pee every ten minutes," Elphaba sighed.

Frex blinked as he had a sudden flashback of Melena making a similar complaint before Elphaba was born and suddenly felt very old.


Much to Elphaba's dismay, her due date came and went. The Vinkus entered September, and the whole of Kiamo Ko was on edge for any sign of labour.

"The people are getting really impatient waiting for this baby to arrive," Micah commented one night four days after Elphaba's due date when he and Galinda came to dinner.

Elphaba's eyes narrowed at him. "The people are impatient?" she repeated incredulously and Micah grimaced, realising immediately that may have been the wrong thing to say.

"Well, Oz forbid we keep the people waiting," she snapped and left the room as fast as she could.

Meekly, Micah turned to Fiyero. "I didn't mean anything by that," he apologised and Fiyero nodded.

"I know. She's just… really tired of being pregnant and ready to be a mother," he explained. "I'll go check on her."

He found his wife in the nursery, looking at the room that was ready and waiting for a baby supposed to be born four days ago.

"Fae?"

She sighed tiredly. "I'm sorry," she apologised. "I didn't mean to snap at Micah, I know he didn't mean anything by it."

"He knows that."

"It's just… it's not like I'm purposely not going into labour. Do people think I'm not ready to get rid of the heartburn and the cravings, and the inability to sleep?"

"I know,"

"I have to use the bathroom every few minutes because the baby's using my bladder as a football!"

"I-"

"I haven't seen my feet since July and I can't do the simplest thing anymore without help."

"Yes-"

"These damn hormones make me either cry or yell all the time and I hate that. And it's like having a furnace being carried around all the time which is bad enough without it being the hottest summer in the Vinkus in a decade and-"

"Do you ever let anyone else talk?" Fiyero cut her off exasperatedly and Elphaba laughed despite herself.

"Micah didn't take it personally. He's a big boy," he assured her and Elphaba sighed.

"Ok. It's just… I am so ready to have this baby," she said wearily. "I'm tired of being fat and sore and hormonal and exhausted."

Fiyero smiled gently, rubbing her lower back comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Fae. I guess the baby is just wanting to make a grand entrance."

Elphaba rolled her eyes. "It's taking after you then," she teased him and Fiyero chuckled.

"Fine, I'll take full responsibility for our children being less than punctual," he accepted.

Another two days went pass, and the morning of the sixth day after Elphaba's due date found everyone having brunch in the gardens, where it was cooler. Kasmira was telling them the story of when she'd had Fiyero, enduring thirty-six hours of labour.

Galinda was horrified. "Fiyero, why do you hate your mother?" she asked him and Fiyero was taken aback.

"Hey!" he protested and Elphaba shook her head firmly, rubbing her aching back absent-mindedly.

"Fiyero, if this child makes me go through thirty-six hours of labour, I'm going to kill you," she said seriously and Fiyero grimaced.

"My mother was only in labour with me for five hours," Boq told them.

"Momsie said she went into labour at sunrise and I was born by lunch," Galinda added. "What about your mother, Elphie?"

Elphaba hesitated. "I- I don't know," she replied awkwardly, her voice quiet. Her birth had never been discussed, it was as though she merely appeared one day, a green-skinned blight on the Thropp family name.

"Three hours," Frex said quietly into the silence that followed and Elphaba's gaze whipped up to find her father.

"Sorry, Father?" Nessa asked him, just as surprised as her sister.

Frex cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Your mother was in labour for three hours before Elphaba was born. It was the middle of the night… eight days before her due date. It was raining… it all happened rather fast."

Elphaba was still, she hadn't known any of that. She did however, remember Nessa's birth. Melena had been in labour for a long time… it was too soon, much too soon and the midwife had been unable to stop it. And then she'd begun bleeding heavily and they'd had no choice but to deliver Nessa, her little legs all tangled and Melena had slowly faded away from loss of blood, too drained of energy from the labour and the months of milk flowers to fight for life.

Nessa looked at her sister and saw that she was miles away, lost in her thoughts, and gently touched her arm.

"Fabala?"

Elphaba jumped, looking around at Nessa. She began to smile reassuringly, but then her smile faded and the blood drained from her face. Fiyero watched as her emerald face grew paler and he leaned forward in alarm.

"Fae?" he asked anxiously and Elphaba struggled for a moment to make her mouth form words.

"I- I think my water just broke," she finally managed and Fiyero's eyes widened.

Kasmira quickly stood up and swept passed her shell-shocked son to her daughter-in-law, helping her to her feet.

"Alright, sweetheart. Let's get you inside and into bed. Ibrahim-"

"I'll send for the midwife immediately," her husband finished for her, also standing and hurrying away.

"Are you okay?" Kasmira asked her gently and Elphaba nodded slowly.

"Uh, I think so… I'm not really sure," she confessed and Kasmira smiled.

"I understand the feeling. Come on."

Kasmira began to lead her away but then Galinda jumped up.

"Elphie?"

Elphaba turned and saw her best friend on the verge of tears. "Glin?"

Galinda beamed as she hugged her tightly. "You're going to be fine, Elphie. If you need anything, let me know."

Elphaba smiled. "Thanks, Galinda."

"Fiyero, are you coming?" Kasmira called after her son, and Boq gave his friend a helpful nudge.

"Right, coming," Fiyero said finally, and hurried after them.

Nessa turned to her father, bewildered by how fast everything was moving suddenly. "What do we do now?"

"We wait," Frex answered his youngest daughter.

And wait they did. Galinda and Nessa positioned themselves in the library, trying to distract themselves. Nessa was working on a needlepoint to hang in the nursery, whilst Galinda nervously flicked through old issues of Ozbeat magazine. Boq and Micah headed outside to wait, unable to bear the distant sounds of pain they could hear coming from upstairs; and Ibrahim and Frex shut themselves up in the king's study. Fiyero never left Elphaba's side and neither did Kasmira, except for a brief moment to update her husband on Elphaba's condition.

"She's doing fine," she assured him and Frex tiredly, six hours in. "The baby's in a breech position though, so it's not going as fast as we'd like."

"Give her our love," Ibrahim replied and Kasmira smiled as she left them.

Ten hours in, the sun was setting and Ibrahim half-heartedly ordered the staff to prepare a light dinner, although he didn't think anyone would be eating much. Nevertheless, they were all seated around the table, tensely picking at their food, when they heard pounding footsteps nearby.

"What's going on?" Boq asked them with a anxious frown, but his question was answered as Fiyero burst into the room, spinning Galinda around quickly as she stood up to greet him.

"Fiyero!"

"It's a boy!" he exclaimed, grinning broadly.

Galinda and Nessa immediately let out excited squeals.

"Really?" Nessa gushed excitedly.

Galinda was practically bouncing on the tips of her toes. "What does he look like? Is he okay? How's Elphie? Can we see him? What's his name?"

Fiyero laughed. "He's perfect. Seven pounds, six ounces… he's got Fae's hair and I don't see it, but she and Mom both think he looks like me. Elphaba is exhausted, but absolutely fine. As for the name, if you'd all like to come with me, I can introduce you."

Boq grabbed Nessa's chair excitedly and they all followed Fiyero upstairs and into his and Elphaba's bedroom. Elphaba was sitting up in bed against the pillows, looking tired, happy and perfectly content, with a blanket-wrapped bundle in her arms.

"Oh, Sweet Oz!" Galinda whimpered, seeing her godson for the first time and there was only awestruck silence as they studied the baby boy.

As Fiyero had said, the little hair covering his head was as dark as Elphaba's, but there was definitely a resemblance to Fiyero in his small features, his nose and chin and ears.

"He's perfect," Nessa whispered softly and Elphaba practically glowed as she smiled at her sister.

"So, what's his name?" Boq asked the new parents.

Elphaba exchanged a glance with Fiyero before answering. "Everyone, this is Zander Ibrahim Tiggular."

"Zander," Ibrahim repeated in a murmur, obviously moved that his son and daughter-in-law had included his name.

"Zander Tiggular… Prince Zander. I like it," Galinda announced.

"Here, Nessa. Say hi to your nephew," Elphaba said to her sister, and carefully placed her son in Nessa's arms.

"Oh," Nessa drew in her breath softly.

Zander was passed around from arms to arms, meeting the members of his family, until the midwife announced that Elphaba needed her rest, as did baby Zander. They all left reluctantly, until it was just Elphaba, Fiyero and their son.

"I love you, Fae," Fiyero said softly, kissing her gently.

Elphaba smiled tiredly, her finger caught in her son's firm grip as though he was making sure she was really there.

"I love you too," she replied.

Fiyero nodded towards Zander. "So, now that you've done it, what do you think about having more?"

Elphaba chuckled, rolling her eyes slightly. "I think for one thing I'd like to wait until this one's more than twenty minutes old," she said in amusement and Fiyero laughed.

"But," she continued slowly. "I wouldn't mind having one or two more… eventually," she admitted and Fiyero grinned.

"Ok," he agreed.

"But I'm still not having five," she added sternly and Fiyero laughed.

"Ok," he said again and then he kissed her, both perfectly content in that moment.

The End

AN. I know a few of you have seen, but i posted my first one-shot for the year called "Get it right." Remember my AN a few chapters ago when i said the song from GLEE reminded me of Elphaba? This was the result.

And to celebrate (mourn?) the end of this story, I'd really love if you'd share some of your favourite lines/quotes from the story- even if you have to re-read the story now that it's finished.