A/N: Set five-and-a-half years after the Promised Day, so Ed and Winry are twenty-one. Takes place after my fic Things Untaught, but each can be read independently.
Eventually, the bustle and bickering died down, and the midwife finished cleaning up after the delivery and left. Granny Pinako went downstairs shortly after with a vague comment about getting dinner started. She took a reluctant Al with her, leaving the new parents alone with their baby for the first time. They sat together on the bed; Ed's arm around Winry as she cradled the warm little bundle.
The peaceful stillness of the moment contrasted greatly with the chaos just hours before, when the room had been filled with screamed threats, and apologies of equal volume (courtesy of the two blondes themselves). Winry vaguely remembered swearing that she would never again go through this nonsense, even for a baby, and Ed being uncharacteristically agreeable with this declaration, panicked as he had been at the sight of his wife in so much distress.
At the moment, though, it was all she could do to take her gaze away from the perfect little human in her arms to spare her husband a moment's glance as he gently rested the tip of his finger on that tiny nose with a reverent touch. He looked down at their child; those intense golden eyes burning with some unnameable, profound emotion. Finally, he spoke in a fervent, awed tone he had heretofore reserved for his little brother.
"Winry?"
"Hmm?"
"Let's have a million kids."
"...Yeah."
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