Trisha Elric was grinning from ear to ear. She had never in her life felt so worn out, tired, dirty, and happy. Loud wailing screams flooded through her ears and they only made he smile more. She was holding a baby in her arms. He was her flesh and blood, her first born. Edward. She had searched through book after book for months on end for that name. She had taken picking out her son's name as seriously as her husband took his alchemy research. She hadn't known for sure that he'd be a boy though, so she'd picked a girl's name too, but that was no longer necessary.

Hohenheim was looming over her shoulder; as if he were afraid to touch Ed. Trisha glanced back at her husband and smiled. She extended her arms towards him and let him take their son from her. He awkwardly took the tiny baby in his arms and held him there. He looked a bit nervous, sure he'd been alive for hundreds of years, but this was still a completely new experience for them both. A miracle of an experience, and yet it scared him too.

This squirming little baby was his responsibility. His family. He had a family now, and he was happy, truly happy. How long could this happiness linger, though? This cute little family of his would die off in roughly ninety years, and then what? He'd have a million more to go on without them and by the time the earth finally decayed and he died off with it; they'd be nothing more than a distant memory, or a faraway dream. Would he really have to watch his own son deteriorate and die? Would he have to watch his wife grow old before his eyes, while he pressed on looking the exact same every single year? Was this really his curse? Was his life doomed to be an eternally lonely one?

Edward kept on crying and he tried to calm him down, but failed. Trisha took him back and began to let him drink her milk. She was still so happy, but she could sense that her husband…just wasn't, and that worried her. "Edward," she whispered, "Our baby, will not die before you, Van. I won't let him, so don't you worry."

Her husband raised his eyebrows in confusion. It was as though she could read his mind; maybe their love was just that strong. "But…" he began.

Trisha shook her head and put one finger against his lips, "No, I won't let that happen. You'll die holding my hand, honey, and Edward will put flowers on our grave."

It was funny really, everyone always wanted to be told they'd live a long life and die at a ripe old age. But he didn't wish for that at all, he'd had his long life. Now, he just wanted to die with Trisha, even if it happened tomorrow. He allowed a small smile to creep across his lips. "I love him already, Trisha."

"Me too," she whispered, "Our little Edward…I've never seen a more adorable baby." Trisha smiled at her husband as she pulled her son closer to her chest. "He'll love you too. It will be okay, I promise, we'll leave this earth together. Everyone dies eventually, Van, you will too, we both will. Together."

Hohenheim didn't smile or nod. Her promise was one that couldn't be kept, but it was a sweet gesture, and it made him love her all the more, which only served to make him even more depressed. He missed his wife and son already, and yet they were still sitting right next to him. He had to stop thinking about the future. If he didn't think about it maybe it wouldn't bother him so much. He'd live in the present. Live in this day and age, where he had a wife and a son and he was happy. Even if they wouldn't last forever, these years, he knew, would be the best ones in all of his eternity. "I know Trisha, I love you," he whispered, as tears began dripping down both their cheeks. They were a mess of a couple. A happy, delusional mess of a couple.


Not sure where that came from. I guess I just felt like writing a one-shot. I hope you enjoyed it, please review! Thanks!