My Baby

Summary: Roy returns from Ishval, drained, grieved and pregnant. SemesxRoy, eventually JeanxRoy.

Disclaimer: Oh how I truly wish...

AN: A first anime-based gift fic for XxIrisxX for her upcoming birthday. :D I should also mention here that Chris Mustang is a bit OOC here...just to go with the motherly flow, y'know? ^^;

Warning: Mpreg, insane!Roy and gore scenes in chapter to follow. You've been warned! *evil smile*

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Chapter 1

Chris Mustang made her way up through the stairs. In her hands was a tray, rested upon which was a plate of toasts, an omelette and a nice warm glass of milk. It had been nearly a week since her son had returned from the war that he kept describing as a useless massacre; a shocking event that crippled his dreams, his ideology; leaving him to doubt his decision of joining the state. And that too at a fatal cost.

She sighed, stopping in front of her son's room the door to which was closed and locked.

"Roy? I've brought breakfast." She called out, knocking lightly on the door. However, she received no response whatsoever and thus called out again, this time, a bit harshly. "Roy! Open up. I've brought you breakfast and trust me. I ain't dealin' with shit at the moment."

After a few more seconds of sheer silence, the door pushed back inside, revealing a distraught Roy, hair tussled and eyes devoid of days' sleep. He said nothing and merely stepped aside for his mother to enter, himself going back to bed and curling up in a tight ball.

Chris rolled her eyes and walked up to the man, hands placed on her hips.

"That won't do, Roy-boy! You need to get up, freshen up and finish up your breakfast." She said, setting the tray down before him. It was clear that Roy didn't want to do either of the things she had listed. Hence she shrugged and literally dragged him off to the bathroom. She'd been pushing him around for the past week and it was disappointing to see Roy letting her do what she was doing. Babysitting him.

Ever since he had returned from war, he changed. His once vibrant eyes were now blank and hollow; dull and filled with disinterest. His health worsened as well and so did his stability. Only Chris knew the restless nights he had. The frequent screams about people and blood...

Roy was crippled. Completely.

"Are you done yet?" She called out once more. Getting Roy to brush his teeth was one thing but she surely couldn't give him a bath! He wouldn't let her!

As an answer, Roy stepped out of the shower, a towel covering his waist as he again made his way to his room. He somehow managed to get into a pair of sweatpants and a loose shirt before dropping flat on the bed once more, sighing with relief at the darkness of the room.

"Now eat it up."

"I'm not hungry."

"What's this?" Chris exclaimed, "You talked! But jokes apart, you need to eat!"

"I don't feel well." Roy murmured, drawing his knees closer to his belly.

"It's because you are weak. Please eat this Roy. You'll feel better. I want to see it finished when I return."

The said man watched his mother exit the room, black eyes then flickering over to the cleanly set tray before closing to a shut once more. He wasn't feeling well. He didn't want to eat! He could smell blood on the food...all those people he had killed...their cries...them crying at him, shouting at him, cursing him...so many innocent lives and...

Onyx orbs shot open once more, Roy running towards the bathroom. His throat burnt with a weird pressure rising up his chest, settling near his ribs and swirling right over his heart. His eyes watered up, a gag reflex escaping his mouth which was desperately covered by Roy's own hands, clasping at them to prevent the fire in his throat from ejecting out from there.

No sooner had he reach the bathroom than he emptied whatever contents he had within him- acidic water and few morsels of food- into the toilet bowl, before his trembling knees gave it away, the twenty-one year old slumming on to the floor, chest heaving with struggled pants and head spinning slighlty from the weakness.

He wasn't feeling well...he wasn't well...what was wrong with him?

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"Roy, did you fi- why didn't you finish your food?" Chris demanded, staring at the partly eaten toast. She had come to check up on him an hour late, as she had promised and needless to say, she was the least surprised to find the tray in almost initial condition.

"Not well."

Nothing much was said and a short pause dawned in the room for a few seconds, neither of the two beings willing to start any further conversation.

A frown appeared on Chris' forehead. She had been waiting for smell of blood, people crying, flesh burning and everything else that Roy had been telling for the past few days. When they didn't come, she was convinced something truly was wrong with Roy's health.

She walked around the bed and checked Roy's temperature, her frown deepening then after.

"You don't have a fever." She said, "What is wrong with you?"

Roy shook his head and closed his eyes. He felt light headed, the nauseating feeling returning once more. He tried staying in bed till he could ignore the uncomforting feeling no more, dashing once again towards the bathroom.

"Okay..." Chris didn't know what to do. Roy had no sign of flu, no sign of maldigestion and certainly no sign of fever.

"What are you feeling?" She asked, gently laying Roy down on to the bed.

"I don't know. Tired...and...heavy."

Heavy? Chris' eyes narrowed. Why would Roy be feeling heavy? "And always wanting to puke?"

Roy nodded.

To which she sat on the bed, eyes wide and a hand covering her just as widened mouth. So that meant...

But how?

She soon snapped out of her thoughts, feeling an intense stare directed at her. Roy was fidgeting and curious. Waiting for an answer, any answer. Perhaps he would be solaced to hear something fatal. But the truth was, what he had been suffering from physically wasn't a suffering at all! To some it was but in case of Roy, Chris didn't know whether it was good or really really bad.

"How long have you been feeling like this?"

"About two weeks." Roy replied softly, eyes fluttering to a closure again.

"Did you go to a doctor?" Chris pressed on. It couldn't be! It just couldn't!

Roy nodded again. "He said there was nothing wrong."

Chris was at a loss of words. It wasn't biologically possible. Yet, it was happening! The signs, the symptoms...they all added up and that too, with a dreadful perfection.

Seconds passed with her trying to come up with an answer that'd be agreeable to hear and certainly more believable than the actual event. As Roy didn't subside from his attempt of retrieving an answer, she took in a deep breath before standing up, a solemn look on her face, slightly relived but mostly etched with worry. If 'that' was that reason for Roy's sickness then...

"You're pregnant."

Initially, Roy didn't stir too much...slowly however, the news sunk in well into his mind. Black eyes blinked incomprehensively at first, then growing wider with each passing second as his brain registered the intensity and weirdness of the news. He looked up at his mother, disbelief splashing out from his eyes but soon closed once more, realizing that this was no joke and that Chris wasn't joking.

"Are you going to keep it?" The woman asked, her voice straight and dry; without the hint of any emotion.

Roy sighed and moaned softly, for he didn't know what he wanted. It was hard for him to believe his pregnancy and now...he had to make a decision?

His frail body curled into a tighter ball, a hand automatically grasping his stomach. He didn't know...he didn't know what he'd do. He just didn't know anything!

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Roy lay on his bed, silent and stiff. He was all alone and pregnant. He was pregnant...with a baby. Somebody's baby. His baby...

This was truly no joke but all too real...too dreadfully real.

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That's it for the first chapter. Next chapter will be about how Roy got pregnant and maybe some insights of Ishval. Also, the first pairing will be revealed then and you' might see some crazy!Roy moments. XDD

But what about this chapter? Liked it? Loved it? Want to see more of the fic? That depends on you! XD With ample Reviews, I will continue. But if there's no feedback and only alerts- which I equally appreciate, by the way!- upates will be delayed. Because, I'll not be sure whether it was good or enjoyable or whether people were merely curious of the pairing. So review guys! CCs are encouraged. :D