I don't know what inspired this; I only wrote it because my cousin and I (Hi, Jasmine!) were writting stories because we were bored. 'Twas a good opportunity to write a fanfiction.

I do not own Full Metal Alchemist or any of the characters. They belong to the fantastic Hiromu Arakawa.

Maes and Gracia are said to be the 'perfect couple' and anyone who has seen them out in public would think so; especially with their daughter of whom they smother with affection. But every couple argue sooner or later.

"Honey, be rational! We can't keep affording this!"

Maes pouted. "But, Gracia, it's for a good cause! I'm making enough in the military anyway, we could afford this!"

"Even so, where would they go? We'll be swimming in them soon. You're in investigations so why can't you just think logically for once?!" Her face turned a deep shade of crimson, her speech starting off in a normal tone and steadily increasing until she was yelling.

"I don't see why this should concern you; I'm the one earning the money-" He started but clamped a hand over his mouth as he realised just what words had come from his mouth. Gracia's visage now displayed a disgusted look as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Oh, so me staying at home, cooking for you, cleaning and taking care of our daughter doesn't account for anything, doesn't it?"

"Gracia, calm down; that's not what I mea-"

"Of course that's what you meant! I do these things every day and you don't show me any appreciation for this at all!"

"Gracia, Honey, I'm sorry." Maes apologised as he wrapped his arms around her waist; under her arms. She melted into his embrace and hugged him back. He nuzzled at the top of her head for a moment, taking in the sweet scent of her hair before finally mumbling softly into her hair.

"Thank you." Was what he said and she squeezed him tighter.

"You're welcome." She whispered back and sighed heavily. "Okay, you can have them" she agreed. He pushed her away from him but grabbed her by the shoulders and beamed at her.

"You really mean it?! Oh, thank you Honey! You're the best!" Gracia smiled and started walking away from him.

"But what you're going to do with four hundred photos is beyond me."

"I'll show them to my colleagues; they love seeing pictures of our darling Elysia!"

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