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When they gave birth to their first child, Winry honestly thought Edward was going to be sick.
She knew he'd seen babies being born before, and he'd survived. She wasn't sure what it was, but something was different this time. Maybe Ed was getting cold feet about being a parent; maybe it had just suddenly all come crashing down on him that he was going to have a son or daughter within the next few hours. But Winry had a feeling that it was because she couldn't bite back her screams.
"The next time I make you cry, they'll be tears of joy!"
She still remembered his words from not so many years before, and indeed, the next time she'd cried over him was when he had gotten his arm and leg back, and Alphonse had been restored to his old body. They had been tears of joy.
The next time was when Ed had shown her the ring, some months after his initial proposal. She hadn't cried at the train station because she didn't want that to be the last thing he saw before he left. When he gave her the ring, it had suddenly hit her that she was going to be Edward's wife, Mrs. Winry Elric. Her tears were joyous then as well.
After that it was a few weeks after the "official" proposal, when she found out they were going to have a baby. She knew it was probably just hormones, being pregnant and all, but she'd cried on Edward's shoulder for a good five minutes straight.
And now here she was, screaming bloody murder, tears racing down her face, her expression contorted in pain.
She nearly yelled at Edward that this was his fault - she had definitely not gotten pregnant all on her own. But something in his eyes stopped her; the way he was already taking the blame, the level of pain he already felt over how much his wife was in. So she held that back, and settled for yelling general obscenities.
When it was all over, she heard strong, healthy crying. "It's a boy," the doctor told her gently, setting her son in her arms. Edward's arms went around her shoulders, and Alphonse and May were allowed into the room then to see the family.
Winry didn't hear anything that was said and didn't notice people trying to crowd around her to see; she was focused on more important things. She was holding her perfect, beautiful baby boy, and her perfect, beautiful husband was holding her. She didn't even realize she was crying again until Ed's hand brushed the tears off her face and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry I made you cry, Winry," he whispered.
She looked up and smiled at him. "I'm not letting you take credit for this. This one's all on him," she said, her gaze returning to the blond bundle in her arms.
Edward's grip on her tightened. "Can… can I hold him?"
Winry's eyes flashed up to him. "Of course! He's your son too."
Everyone's gaze was fixed on him as he gingerly took the baby, with some help from his wife in figuring out how to correctly hold an infant. As soon as he was in his arms, Winry saw a spark light up in his golden eyes.
"I'm… I'm a dad…" he whispered, smiling down at the boy, stroking his small face. There was no mistaking the tears in Edward's eyes.
Tears of joy.