'I'm going to be sent for this war in Ishvar soon. I managed to stay here, but this will end soon.'
'No... Maes, don't… please, don't...'
'I have to. It wasn't my choice. I'll come back when it's over… I promise. And then we'll get married, as soon as possible.'
'I'd rather you stayed here. Don't leave me alone…'
'I'll come back, for sure. A... and maybe we'd…'
'But what if I fall...'
'Don't worry, Gracia, remember what I told you back then. If you fall... you know… we'll bring it up. And remember…'
'You want to have two children, a boy and a girl. I know. And you want our daughter to be named Elicia and our son to be named Montressor. Why?'
'Montressor… it means "My treasure". And...'
'And what?'
'And don't worry, this protection never fails.'
/
Half a year after, Ishvar
These who got any mail, opened it. Roy Mustang, the only one who got a package, blushed as he saw what he got: an awful hand-kintted sweater with huge text "MOMMY'S LITTLE BOY'. Unfortunately, others also saw it. Roy's face was now more red than an Ishvarite's eyes.
Maes got a letter from Gracia. As always she wrote that it's all right, that she misses him and that she hopes that he'll come back soon. Like always.
/
Three months later, still Ishvar
Hughes waited for any message from Gracia, but she didn't write anything to him for a month now. Roy got next sweater and burned it immediately. No one could see these revolting pink bears!
/
Half a year later, Central City
All the soldiers returned from Ishvar. Roy was a bit under the weather, cause he flatly refused to wear his sweater. On the railway station Maes looked for Gracia, but he saw her only when most of people went away. She approached him.
'Look, Monty', she said to a half-a-year-old boy she carried, 'Daddy came back!'
'Daddy?' Maes' face paled. 'I must be dreaming… why didn't you give me a slight idea you were pregnant?'
'I gave! Show me the last letter I wrote you... see? Here, vertically, is written "I'M PREGNANT"! I thought you'd notice this!'
'So… we have a son?'
'Yes. He's named Montressor, as you wanted. So now...'
'Yes, we're getting married as soon as possible.'
They kissed.
'I'm sorry' Maes said. 'I didn't want... slap me.'
'Wha...?'
'Slap me. Hard. I deserve it. I got you pregnant and...'
'Okay, as you want. Here, hold him for a while...'
But when she saw how Maes hugged their son, she lowered her hand and joined the hug.
And Roy saw it all, but his only reaction was an ironic smirk.
