AN. Here we are at the end... Next week I start my last lot of prac teaching, 5 weeks worth and my first time teaching English! So I'm a little nervous...

Thank you so much to everyone who has read, reviewed and supported me not only with my stories but through uni this year. Who knows where I'll be by the time I post my next fic, but I'll keep you posted through twitter, and I'll make any big changes on my profile.

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One afternoon in August, Fiyero stilled in the entrance to Mena's garden, a soft smile on his face as he looked at the sight before him. Elphaba was sitting on a bench, her eyes closed against the warm sun and her head titled back. One bare green foot gently pushed the double pram softly backwards and forwards, and she still wore the chocolate brown dress she'd worn to the twins christening that day.

The sight was almost perfect, and Fiyero felt his heart ache slightly. They had picked the day for christening for what would have been Mena's third birthday, and it was for that reason Fiyero wasn't surprised to find his wife in the garden now.

"The twins asleep?" he asked softly as he approached, not wanting to wake them if they were.

Elphaba opened her eyes and smiled wryly. "I think I'm closer to being asleep than they are."

Fiyero chuckled as he sat down beside her and looked into the pram. His son and daughter blinked back at him, relentlessly not tiring.

"Do you want me to take them inside?" he asked her quietly but she shook her head.

"No, they're alright for now. If they start fussing, then they can go inside."

Fiyero nodded, smiling at how the twins were holding hands loosely as they lay side by side in the pram.

Even at three months, you could tell the twins had very different personalities and even physical differences. Both twins had Elphaba's large brown eyes and Fiyero's brown hair, and that was where the similarities ended.

Princess Isibeal Galinda Zofie Tiggular, two minutes older and already being affectionately known as 'Beal' by her father, grandfather and godfather, was smaller than her brother and almost a carbon copy of Elphaba, except that she had Fiyero's chin. Her eyes were larger and the little brown hair that covered her head was already beginning to curl. She was also the quieter of the two and would sit quietly in whoever's arms and simply watch the world around her.

There were times Fiyero swore she was already giving him her mother's patented pointed stare, which was usually followed by an eye roll- which at three months, Isibeal couldn't quite master yet. Isibeal also had inherited her mother's stubbornness, if she was tired or hungry or didn't want to be held, she would let you know- loudly. It was only Elphaba who could calm her when she was like that and Fiyero dreaded what would happen once she learned to talk.

Prince Eitan Iacobus Fiyero Tiggular was definitely his father's son. He didn't so strikingly resemble Fiyero as he had after he was born, his nose and ears were more Elphaba than Fiyero. In terms of personality, he was much more laid-back and happy-go-lucky like Fiyero, and although he was younger, he already seemed incredibly protective of his sister. If she was unhappy, so was he; but unlike Isibeal, Eitan was quickly settled with anything edible- including, one memorable time, his own fist.

Elphaba and Fiyero were slowly getting used to their new roles of parents of twins. In the beginning, Elphaba had insisted on not having any help, but Fiyero had convinced her after a month to take his parents up on their offer of hiring a nanny.

"You won't be any good to them if you're running yourself into the ground and not taking care of yourself," he scolded her gently, seeing how exhausted she was, and finally, she had conceded.

The nanny wasn't there all the time, just when Elphaba and Fiyero needed some much-deserved rest.

Naming their children had been relatively easy. Isibeal was named after Fiyero's grandmother, Ibrahim's mother, to whom the music room that was now Elphaba's had belonged to. And her middle names, of course, were after her doting godmother and in honour of the little girl who Elphaba had been so close to and who had loved nothing more than the idea of her teacher being a princess.

Eitan was an old Vinkun name that Elphaba had found and loved. Iacobus was a name Elphaba distantly recalled somehow, that her mother had been planning to call Nessarose if she had been a boy. And when they'd been searching for a third name, Elphaba had suggested they name him after Fiyero.

Elphaba had found that Kasmira was right, and that seeing her children and holding them did heal a lot of wounds that had been caused by the loss of Mena. She was completely in love with her children and more at peace than she was sure she had ever been. And she would be lying if she said she wasn't relieved that neither of the twins' had inherited her unique skin colour.

And Fiyero absolutely adored being a father and seeing Elphaba with their children. Although at first he had been completely terrified the first time he'd held the twins, not to mention holding them both at the same time, he had quickly found his feet. And he wasn't alone- Ibrahim and Kasmira adored their new roles as grandparents and were already constantly spoiling them.

Micah and Galinda, as godparents, were also almost a constant presence at Kiamo Ko. Galinda insisted that Liadan and Isibeal would be best friends, to which Elphaba only laughed. The christening was Nessa and Boq's first time seeing the twins, and Nessa had burst into tears the first time she'd held her niece and nephew.

Isibeal broke the silence between her parents by letting out a soft whimper, demanding affection, a trait which was definitely from her father. Elphaba obediently lifted her out of the pram and settled her into the crook of her arm.

"What's wrong with you, pretty girl? Your brother isn't good enough company for you?" she murmured softly, running a finger against the soft velvet baby skin of her hand.

Eitan let out an indignant cry and Fiyero laughed. "I think he's insulted by that insinuation."

Elphaba looked at her husband as he picked up Eitan expertly and carelessly and casually wiped a line of drool off their son's face with his thumb and laughed.

"What?" he looked at her in confusion.

Elphaba only giggled. "If all your fan girls could see you now," she teased him. "The scandalacious Fiyero Tiggular, wiping drool off a baby with his hands."

Fiyero grinned. "Hey, I'll have you know, babies are major chick magnets… according to Corin," he admitted.

Elphaba smirked. "Yes, babies are. They can get away with being covered in drool. You, unfortunately, sweetheart, cannot pull the same look off."

Fiyero laughed, and leaned over to kiss her. "You can."

Elphaba rolled her eyes. "Oh, shut up, Yero."

They heard footsteps approaching the garden and then their nanny, Jescha entered, curtseying quickly before approaching them.

"Good afternoon, your Majesties. I was just wondering if you wanted me to put the twins down?"

Elphaba hesitated. The twins had been fed and changed and were more than likely to go down for a nap soon anyway, and she was enjoying being out in the sunshine.

"That would be great, thank you, Jescha," she said finally and planted a soft kiss on Isibeal and Eitan's heads before Jescha took them inside, replacing them gently in the pram and pushing it towards the castle.

Elphaba sighed slightly as she leaned into Fiyero and he lazily ran his fingers through her hair.

"So, I remembered something the other day," Fiyero said quietly and she looked up at him.

"Oh?"

"Do you remember that sort of vision you had at Lurlinemas our first year together?"

Elphaba thought for a moment, and then it came to her, the feeling of utter contentment that had washed over her as she and Fiyero danced.

"I remember," she said softly.

"So, has it come true yet?" he asked teasingly and she smirked at him.

"Are you fishing for compliments, Mr Tiggular?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact I am, Mrs Tiggular," he replied cheerfully, bending his head and kissing her gently.

"Well, if I recall, I didn't say that I was going to be happy, I said that we were going to be happy," she reminded him.

"Well, I'm pretty happy," he murmured and she laughed.

"So am I," she whispered and Fiyero kissed her again.

"There you two are!"

The couple drew apart as Galinda, Nessa and Boq entered the garden and came to join them.

"Were we interrupting something?" Nessa asked carefully, but her older sister shook her head with a gentle smile.

"Just enjoying the sunshine, Nessa."

"It's so beautiful here," Boq said appreciatively.

"Yes, it is. And so full of memories… like that spot there where Nessa and I walked in on Galinda and Micah making out," Elphaba said cheerfully, pointing to said spot and Galinda flushed bright red.

"Elphie!"

Her friends laughed at her as she spluttered in embarrassment. "That's not even what we were doing!" Galinda protested.

"What were you doing then? Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation?" Elphaba demanded and Galinda blushed.

"What about you and Fiyero at my wedding reception?" Galinda demanded hotly.

Fiyero sighed at the memory. "Oh, good times," he said wistfully and Elphaba rolled her eyes.

Boq grinned as he produced the bottle of champagne and glasses he'd taken from the kitchen, pouring it into glasses and handing them out, being careful to give Elphaba only a small amount, which she accepted gratefully.

"I'd like to propose a toast," he announced. "To Isibeal and Eitan Tiggular, officially second and third in line to the Vinkun throne!"

"To there being a fourth and maybe fifth in line," Fiyero grinned, making eye contact with Elphaba.

"To love," Galinda beamed.

Elphaba smiled softly as she met Fiyero's eyes. "To taking chances," she added in a whisper and they all clinked glasses.

The End

AN. Again, thank you for reading. Until we meet again!