Alright, so first: an explanation because some readers might be wondering WHY there's some character named Edwin (silly name…) in this story. Edwin is Edward, but a girl. The reason? I cannot read/write male pregnancy stories. They just urk me. I wish I could read them, though! So, I decided to make Edward Edwin and develop the story from there. For sure she's still our beloved Fullmetal Alchemist, just with boobs.

This story starts out with Edwin in our universe, similar to the movie. Only here, she's been in Munich for a short time (about two months). Hoenheim took off just like the movie. Edwin meets Alfons in Romania and then settles in Munich for awhile. Altogether she's been on Earth for about two and a half months. She and Alfons still share an apartment above Gracia's shop (Gracia lives there also, but on a different floor). Sorry, there is no Ed/Alfons…

Anywho, I'll shut up now so you can read the thing. This isn't even the full chapter, but I wanted to know what others thought I guess?

Thanks! xoxo raingds

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Edwin's knees were sore and cold against the bathroom tile, her toes digging into the floor as she once again dove her head into the toilet. A series of sickening gags echoed off of the walls of the porcelain bowl. Letting out a long, slow groan, she spit out chunks of beef stew. Light footsteps came from the hallway and gentle hands pulled her hair back out of her face. A second pair of hands took to rubbing her back and arms gently. "This fuckin'…sucks." she managed to mumble softly.

Above, someone spoke, and another voice answered. Edwin had to take a few deep breaths before she pulled her head out of the humid toilet bowl air. Gracia's gentle face peered down at her, offering a sympathetic smile. To her right, Hughes let go of her hair and sat on the floor, grasping his knees to his chest and grinning in a very Hughes-like manner. "I'm really glad you took the bedroom right next to the bathroom. Saves a lot of time when you're frantically running down the hallway."

Rolling her eyes, Edwin wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her dress, sitting back to rest on the floor. "Didn't supper get over almost two hours ago? Why are you still here?" she managed a mischievous smile, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. Hughes and Gracia both blushed expectedly. Sighing, Edwin turned to lean over the toilet again; slapping a hand over the handle and watching the vomit and water flush slowly. Really, Hughes had been making moves on Gracia for over a month now. Not to mention the fact that he'd had feelings for her long before. Edwin was growing rather tired of being the awkward third-wheel at the dinner table. This occurred even more often since Alfons was out of the house more than he was in nowadays. Yet, she was happy for the company…any company at that. Especially company with familiar faces and personalities.

There followed one of the awkward silences Edwin had just been thinking of. She could feel Gracia's eyes on her, and it was hard to not make eye contact. "Edwin…" she spoke softly, and before the words left her lips Edwin knew exactly when she was going to ask. For a moment, the woman struggled for words, her hands buried stiffly in her lap. "You don't think that…perhaps you could be pregnant?"

Even though her mind screamed, "Yes…yes…YES," Edwin still managed to look flabbergasted. Instead she said, "ME? Ha. Trust me, there's no fucking WAY I could be preg-" but her sentence was interrupted as she threw her whole body into the toilet to deliver one last stream of barf. As she was recovering, Gracia continued cautiously.

"Yes, I know that. But you DO spend a lot of time with Herr Heidrich…" Edwin was about to either puke again or yell, but Gracia realized her mistake quickly, "No! Sorry, I didn't mean to be so forward." Instead she turned to Hughes, "Sorry, but could you wait outside while I talk with her?" Hughes nodded and got to his feet in a hurry, eager to avoid yet another awful conversation with Edwin.

Fortunately, Edwin was still trying to recover from Gracia's last accusation. Sleeping with Alfons would probably be just as disgusting and psychologically-damaging as sleeping with her own brother. Ugh…just…ugh. Her stomach wrenched for the millionth time. Even though it had been easy for Edwin to avoid any romantic affiliations with Alfons, HE, not knowing his almost perfect resemblance to her closest family member, had not hesitated to make advances. Luckily, Alfons was polite and kind, keeping his distance permanently at the first sign of distress and disinterest from his new friend. So, in other words, THAT catastrophe had been avoided.

Edwin noticed Gracia was giving her a concerned look so she took a deep breath and managed a polite smile. This did not appease the woman, who continued to interrogate her. "Well, then what's wrong with you? You don't have a fever and you're not bed ridden. You complain about everything smelling terrible, and you keep craving the strangest foods in large quantities." She listed her reasons off one by one, holding Edwin in her place with a piercing gaze. "When was the last time you had your cycle?"

Edwin's whole body did some sort of strange twitch as she tried to reply, "I don't remember! It's never been regular for me anyway since I'm so athletic."

But Gracia was right. It all fit.