A/N: First of all, I want to thank everyone who reviewed Stealing a Kiss. I had no idea it would be so well received and I was thrilled that everyone liked it that much.

Secondly, I've been getting all these wonderful one shot ideas in my head lately. However, then I dig around for stories to read and I keep coming across stories that are very very similar to the ideas I had formulating my mind. It's quite sad really because I end up dropping the idea. Anyway, what I want to say is if anyone wrote a very similar drabble to this one I'm apologizing in advance. I probably haven't found your story yet.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. If I did, I wouldn't be here writing Fullmetal Alchemist fanfiction. :)

He silently gazed at the sleeping form next to him and wondered how such a flawless being could possibly exist in this world. Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm while her eyelids fluttered as she fell into a wondrous slumber. A small smile on her face told him that whatever she was dreaming, it was a pleasant one.

She's so perfect.

Tenderly stroking her hair, he remembered how it shone like spun gold during their walk in the park hours earlier. He remembered getting lost in her amber eyes as they sat down and shared an ice cream cone; the feel of her soft porcelain skin against his as they held hands during the walk home. Looking down to her again, he had only one thought.

She really is beautiful. Like an angel. His angel.

When he brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, she frowned in her sleep and a hand came up to carelessly bat his hand away. She didn't wake up. Instead, she snuggled closer to him. Roy smiled. As much as he hated to do it, he skillfully untangled himself from her and got up from the bed. She whimpered a little and then rolled over. Roy chuckled quietly as he pulled up the blankets to cover her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Then he stood back to gaze at her one last time before he had to leave the room.

As he stood there admiring the view a pair of arms silently slipped around his waist and he felt a warm body press against his own. He turned his head and found himself once again lost in two pools of amber.

"Is she asleep?" asked Riza.

"Yeah," responded Roy.

"What were you reading to her?"

"Cinderella."

"Mmm…Her favorite."

"Yours too if I remember correctly." Turning around, he kissed her lightly on the lips. "She's just like her mother." She smiled and then turned her attention back to the sleeping child.

"She may look like me but she's just as mischievous as her father." Looking back at her husband, she added, "She's Daddy's little princess."

"Princess, eh?" grinned Roy.

Riza gasped as Roy suddenly swept her, bridal style, off her feet and into his arms. "Roy! What do you think you're doing?" she hissed, trying not to wake their daughter.

"If she's the princess, then this king wants some alone time with his queen," he replied as he quietly carried her out into their room.

A/N: Heh. My stories seem to be getting shorter and shorter at the moment. Anyway, I came up with this little drabble after a conversation I had over the weekend about how daughters are usually closer to their fathers than their mothers, hence the phrase "Daddy's little girl". Come to think of it, this story would work really well as a Maes, Gracia, and Elicia story too. Ah well. I always did imagined Roy to be a quieter version of Maes when it came to devotion to his (future) family.

Once again, thanks to Jack Bauer Reborn for editing this drabble and suggesting the last line.

Comments and criticisms welcomed.