Trisha Elric sat out in the shade on her lawn just thinking. That morning, she had discovered she was pregnant.
As thrilled as she was to be a mother, she was scared. It was her first child, who knew if she'd be a good parent?
She looked up as a boy sat down next to her. She stared; this boy looked exactly like her husband, Van Hohenheim, but shorter, and without a beard. He smiled at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked. Trisha sighed.
"I'm pregnant, and I don't think I'll be a good mother," she admitted.
"You're right. You won't be a good mother. You'll be a great mother. I would know. I am from the future you know," the boy grinned. Trisha laughed in disbelief.
"The future? Prove it," she grinned as he smirked.
"You're first son is considered a genius, but is a total idiot most of the time, and your second son's incredibly sweet and smart. They both love you a lot, maybe too much, no matter how much they might not say it," the boy rambled on for a little bit before looking at her. "Look, I can't stay long, but don't worry. You'll be a great mother," he got up to leave. Then he paused and pulled something out of his coat pocket. "Before I forget, here. See ya."
Trisha looked down at the object and saw an inscription. She looked back up in shock, but the boy was already gone.
Years later, Trisha paused while taking down the laundry when she heard her name.
"Mom! Mom! Look what I made!" her son, Ed, exclaimed, handing her a wooden toy horse.
Startled, she remembered that the object that she had gotten from the strange boy had been a wooden toy horse. In shock, she absentmindedly looked for the missing inscription:
Love you Mom. Sorry I'm such an idiot.
-Ed