Roy walked into his and Ed's shared house with a handful of bags. Ed, who was seven months pregnant, raised a questioning eyebrow at his husband from where he sat on the couch.

"I went shopping for baby clothes," Roy smiled. He sat down on the floor in front of the blond alchemist and began pulling outfits out of the bag, eagerly showing off his "amazing" sense of fashion.

"They're cute," Ed pointed to the footsie-pajamas that were covered in little teddy bears.

"You think so? Good, because I bought you something...." Roy smiled at Ed's surprised expression.

And out of the bag came a pair of matching footsie-pajamas...exactly the same size as the baby's.

"Ta-da!" Roy beamed proudly.

"You have three seconds to RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" Ed shouted, throwing a barrage of baby supplies at Roy's head as the older alchemist scrambled out of the room, indeed, running for his life.