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Those Days Lost

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"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mustang, but the miscarriage has rendered you unable to have children."

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Roy Mustang wasn't quite sure when it started – but one day, as he sat in his office and looked up at his wife as she entered the room, he realized that he wanted a family. He eventually concluded that it was seeing how happy Edward and Winry were with their son and daughter, how the two blonde bundles seemed to light up Fullmetal's face, and the General knew that he wanted to share that same joy and love with his own brood, too.

The Flame Alchemist had never opposed the idea of children, but he had certainly never had time to think about having them seriously until a few years ago – until after the happenings of the Promised Day. During those days, his mind was constantly abuzz with dangerous possibilities and risky situations and honestly, he didn't want to bring up a baby in the country that Amestris had been before Father had been taken down.

But now the thought of a holding a little Mustang in his arms and being a father was quickly shaping itself into a goal, a desire, not unlike his planned reform for the country. He grew an attachment to the idea, letting it linger and grow each day in his mind. A contented life with the woman he loved and a baby to call their own was no longer a laughable, unattainable daydream for the man who wished it so – it was something that could become a reality, all he had to was ask if his wife wanted the same thing.

The pair – Roy and Riza Mustang – had only been married for a year, but were more than prepared for the responsibility a family needed to function. What the couple had had been growing, building for years before they had signed the papers that officially made them husband and wife was now alive and present – their bond had been battered and beaten again and again, and while they had been forced to put what they felt aside for years and to not acknowledge it with much difficulty, all that mattered now was that at the end of the day, they were with each other and could kiss, touch, taste, and love without anything holding them back. No longer did the military's fraternization laws get in the way or their dangerous lifestyles – so why not? They were in love and they had a solid future ahead of them – they had no reason to wait any longer!

And so one day, Roy did what he was meaning to for months.

"Do you want have a baby?" His tone was clear and his eyes bright, his enthusiasm evident.

The question had come out of nowhere and taken Riza by surprise – it was nearing the end of the day, the sun setting and casting a warm glow through the large windows of Roy's office, and she wasn't prepared for such a sudden inquiry. The Colonel blinked down at her husband, wondering if she had heard him right. "A... baby?" she reiterated uncertainly, and she watched him nod at her.

"That's what I said – a baby." He leaned back in his chair and peered up at her with those ridiculously dark eyes of his, so wide and full of warmth as he asked her again, this time slower, forcing down his excitement. "Riza, I've been thinking about this – seriously thinking about this – for a while now. And I've been wondering if you would like for us to... well, start a family."

Riza swallowed – a baby. A child. If she was being honest, it was a possibility that had swept itself into her mind once or twice in the duration of their relationship – being a mother was something she felt like she could handle if it ever happened. And now that she was being asked outright about her late night musings, she realized just how easily becoming one could be. It was all a matter of her own input in the decision that her husband had clearly thought about thoroughly himself.

Roy watched as she bit her lip and suddenly, all of his eagerness plummeted in his stomach and he began to fret – what if he had been reading her the wrong way? What if she didn't and he had just backed her into a corner? It wasn't something they had ever discussed amongst themselves, as they were too preoccupied with other things, but when he saw her holding little Sara Elric, the twinkle in Riza's eyes was unmistakable. She wanted it, too. He just knew it.

"H-honestly," she began, her voice shaking with the anticipation of her answer. Roy leaned forward, waiting patiently for her response. Tucking a loose hair behind her ear, a small smile stretched across her face and she nodded. "Yes. Yes, I would love to start a family with you, Roy." The thought of bringing another human being into the world, while terrifying, fascinated Riza and she was ready to take on the role of providing for it.

The Flame Alchemist swore his heart could have burst out of his chest right there in that moment – jumping up from his chair, he embraced his wife and grinned widely, unable to contain himself any longer. Blood was rushing in his ears and his elation was making him faint, but he didn't care, for Riza had just confirmed his suspicions – that yes, they were ready to become parents and welcome a baby into their world. After so long of it just being the two of them – damn near twenty years – they were ready for an addition. Capturing her lips in his, he translated his joy into a fervent kiss, one that left the woman breathless when she pulled away. Giving her another brilliant smile that made her chest swell, he leaned his forehead against hers and whispered, his voice brimming with jubilation, "We're going to have a baby. We're going to be parents." Roy could already feel an enormous love for the currently non-existent child rooting deeply in the depths of his mind and heart and he wasn't about to stop it from growing. He was ready to be a father, and he was welcoming that fact with open arms.

Riza laughed lightly at him, but could feel her own excitement welling up inside her – she could just imagine a little baby with her eyes and Roy's hair, squeaking and babbling nonsense as its parents held it proudly, so relieved to have finally met him or her."Not quite yet, General. There's still the matter of the child coming into existence before we can say those words. But we can worry about that later." At this, she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his nose, but when she was about to turn away, he grabbed and held her hips against him.

Giving her a wink, he peeled back the fabric of her uniform and skin-tight shirt with his fingers and nipped at her pulse point. "Why wait?" he breathed huskily, sending shivers down her spine. "When it can happen now? The sooner, the better..." At this, he kissed further up and down her neck and smirked when he felt Riza's back relax against his chest. Both of them still had paperwork to do – but if Roy had anything to do about it, none of it would be getting done that evening. "C'mon..." He kissed higher this time, his lips landing on her jaw.

Riza's fingernails dug into her palms as she tried to resist her husband's advances – it could wait until they were home, couldn't it? – but felt her resolve slipping quickly, and before she knew it, she was turned around and fisting his uniform as she placed her mouth firmly against his. Roy groaned at the action, his hands cupping her hips as he leaned back on his desk and returned it. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try," she murmured in his ear, allowing him to shudder and pull off her blue jacket, her lips instantly attaching to his own throat.

Roy smiled and held her closer – if they kept this up, it would only be a matter of time, he noted to himself cheekily.

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The pair welcomed the idea of parenthood openly, but did not force it. The baby would be conceived when nature decided it was time, and so they went with along with it, brimming with the knowledge that it could have happened already and neither would have been the wiser.

But both had to admit it was just a bit deterring when it turned out that she wasn't in fact pregnant – their hearts deflated slightly when they found out, but they didn't let it affect them for long before they had brushed it off and were trying again, ever eager for the day when a false alarm wouldn't be so anymore and they finally had real, physical proof to look forward to.

Visits to and from the Elrics didn't help their baby fever – Roy would watch how his wife would cuddle Ed's baby girl, how she would murmur soft words to the precious blonde child and rock her into a slumber when Winry was too tired to. The Flame Alchemist couldn't help but imagine Riza doing the same thing, holding and loving, their own little baby girl each night – every time he thought of it, he was filled with an indescribable amount of emotion for both the woman he loved and the child they would come to love.

Riza saw the abounding love Roy expressed when he would play with little Claus, too. How the almighty Flame Alchemist would revert into a childish demeanour with the Elric boy and how he would explain alchemy to the child as if he could understand the complexity of the concept yet. His eagerness to share his knowledge was endearing and heartwarming to the woman.

But each time the pair and the children were torn apart by the miles between them – with promises to see each other again soon – they were left with the a sinking feeling in their stomach, with the knowledge that they were missing out. Because even though Ed would complain about his son's curiosity and constant questions some days, everyone knew he loved him unconditionally, and while Winry hated how she could never get a consistent week of sleep courtesy of Sara, it was all worth it to her when her daughter would sigh against her chest and nod off peacefully. To put it simply, the Mustangs were envious – they wanted what the Elrics had, but not temporarily during visits, all the time with their own bundle of joy.

And even though it took a few more frustrating months, one day, a glimpse of a future with one of their own finally presented itself.

"Roy."

Her voice was calm as it travelled down the hallway and into their bedroom, and he didn't pay it any mind, instead flipping to the next page of his book. But Riza's voice spoke his name again, this time more urgently than the last.

"Roy."

"Mhm?" he offered back sleepily, "what is it?"

"Come here."

"Riza, it's—"

"Roy Mustang!"

The Flame Alchemist frowned – he was comfortable where he was, and was looking forward to dozing off while reading – before hefting himself out of his position and trudging to the room Riza's voice was coming from: the bathroom. Riza blinked up at him, her eyes shining and wide, but the raven-haired man didn't understand. "Yes?"

"I'm late, Roy."

The General rubbed his eye, yawned, and leaned against the doorway, not understanding Riza's words. "And?"

Riza's bright-eyed look fell, and crossing her arms, she said bluntly, "I'm pregnant. O-or at least, I think I am." She waited for the realization to penetrate her husband's foggy mind, and when it did, when what she said finally registered, he nearly lost his balance before a goofy grin stretched across his features.

Scooping her up in his arms and kissing her hair, he said loudly, as if to reassure himself that it was now a reality, "We're having a baby. You're pregnant. We're having a baby." Each time he said it, his smile grew larger and larger, and his chest swelled. Placing her down, his hand immediately found its way to her stomach, searching for the life he so desperately wanted to meet and Riza laughed. "I-I'm going to be a father – you're going to be a mom. We're going to parents." It then hit him all over again, this time more intensely than before. "Holy shit, Riza, we're going to be parents!" Though the shock was evident in his voice, the enthusiasm and excitement were just as distinguishable.

Riza watched as he affectionately stroked the skin of her belly, but not having the heart to burst his bubble then by telling him that there wouldn't be any proof for a few months to come, placed her hands on top of his and rubbed her thumbs over the skin. "Yes," she agreed softly, tears unconsciously building in her eyes, "we are."

Roy looked up at her then, and extended his arm and caught a tear before it could fall. "Hey," he pulled her closer and allowed for her to bury her face in the crook of his neck. "What's wrong?"

Riza was quiet for a few moments before answering. "I'm just so happy, Roy," she answered honestly, wiping away a stray tear. She gave him a smile then, reflecting the warmth spreading through her body and her hands squeezed his. "I can't think of a time when I've ever felt this... well, happy." There was no other word to describe it – she was just happy.

The Flame Alchemist blinked at the blonde woman in his arms, whose face was the perfection contradiction as she beamed at him with tears falling profusely from her amber eyes. He swallowed – because if he was being truthful, he couldn't think of a one, either. He was just so content with his life right then, in that moment, and this baby was just going to make it all the better. Roy responded by giving her a matching smile, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers in a gentle, light kiss. Pulling his hands through her hair, he whispered against her mouth with a crooked grin, "I guess we'll have to start reading up, then."

"Trade in the alchemy books for the baby books, Mister Mustang," she answered back, smirking a bit at her joke. Pulling away from his embrace, she held her hands to her stomach again. "Because we're having a baby!" At this, she threw her arms around his neck, mirroring his same enthusiasm from just moments before. Roy caught his wife with ease and allowed her excitement to seep into him – her voice was music to his ears! Now all they had to was play the waiting game and soon, they would be holding their very own little baby Mustang.

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"Hi, Sara," Riza cooed at the child in her arms, causing the one-year-old to shake her fists and let out a high pitched squeal. The Colonel smiled at the baby, before bumping noses with her and holding her snuggly against her chest, where she peered up at her aunt with wide, blue eyes. The soon-to-be mother continued to fuss with the Elric child, who basked in the attention she was receiving.

Roy watched from across the room – he was standing beside Al, who was explaining alkahestry to his older brother. But he could barely pay attention to the wealth of Xingese knowledge, his gaze instead transfixed on his wife as she cuddled with Sara. Four months pregnant, and to the Flame Alchemist, Riza Mustang was positively glowing. He wanted to go and see her, but not wanting to intrude on her moment with Sara, stayed put and instead admired her from afar. Roy then smirked to himself as he was reminded of his late best friend in that moment, whom he seemed to becoming more and more like each day, though he figured he was only just beginning to understand the pride of becoming a parent.

Across from Riza, in front of the blazing fire, sat Claus, who was switching between playing with a toy train set he had received as an early Christmas gift and an alchemy book that he was pretending to read intensely. It didn't take long for the three-year-old to get bored with these activities, but when he looked around for someone to receive attention from, no one was readily available. His father was chatting away animatedly with his uncles and his mother was toying with his Aunt May's hair while sipping at a dark red liquid he knew only adults were allowed to drink. His golden eyes continued to scan the room until the fell on the two people occupying the sofa across from the Christmas tree – his little sister and Aunt Riza. Sticking out his lip in a pout – why should Sara get all the attention? – he marched over to the pair and crawled into the seat next to the Colonel with much difficulty.

"Claus," Riza readjusted Sara against her shoulder and smiled warmly at the little boy. The little blonde baby in her arms was beginning to doze off, her face pressed into Riza's red sweater, and so she could give him the attention she knew he wanted. "Are you excited for Christmas?"

"Yep," he nodded his head eagerly, his messy, blonde hair bobbing about as he did so. "I'm going to get a bunch of presents – I just know it. I hope they're alchwemical books!" Riza had to suppress a laugh at how he pronounced alchemical – he had never quite gotten the word down, and it never failed to make Riza smile when he said it.

"I'm sure you will," she reached over and wrapped an arm around him invitingly, pulling him against her warm body which he leaned against gratefully. She watched his eyelids lower and then snap back open, so clearly fighting the sleep his baby sister had already succumbed to. Riza was about to open her mouth to keep the conversation going with Claus, but Sara began to make a face of discomfort and so she directed her attention to the baby. Claus's gold eyes followed Riza's movements as she shushed and rocked the baby in her left arm, before falling down again. This time, though, his eyes caught something that he knew for a fact had not been there the last time he had seen her. "Auntie Riza," he began then, his natural curiosity overtaking him as he shifted and raised a hand to point at the round spot where her flat stomach was supposed to be. "What is that?" His poked the bump and waited impatiently for an answer to his question.

Riza blinked at him, and after making sure Sara was okay, smiled down at him. "This," she placed a hand on her stomach, "is a baby, Claus."

The Elric boy looked at Riza like she was insane and crinkled his nose. "No, Sara's a baby," he explained slowly, as if she didn't already know. "This—" He poked it again, "is a ball. Or something. I don't know."

Riza's smile grew as she further elaborated. "Well, you see, Claus, before a baby is born, they grow in their mother. You were too young to remember it, but your sister was once like this, too, as were you."

Claus narrowed his eyes at her. "Are you sure?" Riza nodded. "Well, then how did they get there in the first place? Babies don't just happen."

Riza's eyes widened a bit – she wasn't quite prepared to get into a talk like this with an overly curious three-year-old. So instead, she took his little hand and placed it on her slightly swollen stomach. "Here," she offered instead of an answer to his question. "Wait and feel. Maybe it'll move or even kick – though that doesn't happen very often right now."

Claus looked terrified. "Kick!? Does it hurt? That's not very nice of the baby!"

Riza let a short giggle leave her lips, despite the fact that she could have outright laughed at the little boy's words then. "It can hurt, later on, when the baby's even bigger. But usually, they're just small, gentle ones – sometimes I don't even know they happen at all. Also, sometimes other people can feel them, too."

Claus's mouth was about to the open to ask another question when he felt something move – just the slightest of actions – beneath his hand, and he froze. It happened again, and his eyes widened comically. "A-Auntie Riza!" he exclaimed a few seconds later, a grin adorning his miniature features. "I felt it! I felt the baby!"

Riza returned the smile. "I told you." Before she knew it then, the little boy was leaning forward, placing the side of his face against her stomach. "Claus, honey, what are you doing?" The last person who had done such a thing was her husband.

"Trying to hear her," he explained to her matter-of-factly. "Maybe she'll mumble like Sara does."

Riza kept quiet then instead of trying to correct him, taking in Claus's adorable, pinched expression as he focussed all of his attention on picking up even the tiniest noise. When a few moments passed, she spoke again. "So you've decided it's a girl, then?"

"Of course," he smiled. "I can tell these things."

Riza's eyes softened at this, and she leaned over with a bit of difficulty and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Then I'll believe you that I'm having a little girl." Up until that moment, she and Roy had been universally referring to the baby as an 'it' – but giving it a gender, however uncertain the guess might be, was something Riza found she liked better. Calling her baby a 'she' was much more pleasant than calling the child an 'it', in her mind.

Roy continued to watch his wife – now joined by the first Elric child – on the sofa, her words of explanation to the little boy only soft murmurings to the man. When she began to ruffle his hair and Claus let out a little laugh before pressing his head to her tummy again, the Flame Alchemist took this as his cue to visit her for the first time that evening. Excusing himself from the one-sided conversation between Ed and Al, Roy set down his wine glass and made his way across the room before sitting next to Riza and smiling down at his 'nephew'.

"Hey, kiddo," he grinned at the boy, who returned it – the spitting image of his loudmouthed father, he was. Claus was more thoughtful than Fullmetal, but had a temper that could match Edward's any day. "What are you doing here with your aunt?" he asked casually, looking up at his wife with half-lidded eyes filled with warmth. Reaching over, he placed his hand over the one of hers that was resting on her rounded belly, rubbing the fabric of her sweater lovingly and receiving a smile.

"Listening for the baby girl," he told Roy.

"Girl, huh?" he looked up at Riza, who smiled and nodded.

"Claus deduced that we're having a daughter," she explained, and the little boy in question nodded proudly.

"I like that sound of that," Roy said, his other hand wrapping around the torso of the blonde boy so that he would not fall off of the sofa from his spot between the two parents-to-be. Blinking down at Claus, he then asked, "So have you heard anything yet?"

"Nope," Claus answered with a frown, but then a toothy grin replaced it nearly instantaneously. "But I did feel her kick!" Roy looked from Claus to Riza then, only narrowly avoiding leaning over and giving his wife an affectionate kiss. He remembered when she had excitedly called him the first time she had felt their child move, as nearly untraceable the action had been – Roy couldn't stop staring at her stomach, waiting, waiting, waiting for each little action the baby would make in her womb.

"We remember when you used to kick your mother," Roy recalled then, patting the boy on the head. "You used to be a feisty little guy – you still are."

Though Claus did not understand the word that Roy had used to describe him, he saw a smile stretch on Riza's face and decided that it must have been a good thing, and so grinned back. "I bet that—" Claus paused and then his eyes lit up, and Riza bent forward, hissing as the child moved within her and pain shot through her abdomen. Roy immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders and turned to her.

"Are you all right?" his voice was overly frantic, overly doting. He looked her up and down, assessing her over and over again as he waited for an answer.

"I-I'm fine," Riza placed a hand on Roy's shoulders and squeezed reassuringly. "It was just—I'm fine." The Flame Alchemist remained tensed, but when her eyes softened, he relaxed. Claus still had his face pressed to her rounded abdomen, his face shining brilliantly.

"That was even bigger than last time!" he cried enthusiastically, "she kicked me right in the face!" Roy and Riza blinked at each other, before bursting out laughing, though Riza tried to contain herself for Sara's sake.

The evening easily transcended into night from there, with the other guests at the Elric residence – along with the Elrics themselves – getting tipsier and tipsier with their wine while Riza and Roy gladly continued to entertain little Claus. However, the time came when the little blonde boy could no longer resist the exhaustion his body was feeling, his eyes drooping like his sister's had with large, long yawns escaping his mouth. When he began to drift asleep against Riza's stomach, Roy shook his shoulder a bit and smiled. "Claus, I think we should get you to bed, you look like you're falling asleep."

The toddler tried to protest, but instead another obnoxiously loud yawn left his mouth and his argument fell flat. Taking him in his arms, Roy stood and then proceeded to offer a hand to Riza, who took it gratefully. The pair informed Winry that they were going to put her children to bed, who accepted the help with many thank yous as they walked up the stairs to Claus and Sara's rooms.

It didn't even take getting halfway up the staircase before Claus was snoring softly against Roy's shoulder, and he smiled at his wife before continuing on to the boy's room. The blonde Colonel watched as he peered at the boy snoozing on his arm, how soft his expression was as he adjusted his hold on the small child.

She waited at the door of Claus's room as Roy gently laid the Elric down and tucked him in, before returning to her so that Sara could be put to bed next. The pair slowly made their way across the hall to the room across from her brother's, and opened it to Winry and Ed's bedroom, a crib set up on the other side of the expanse. Roy followed his wife into the room, and stood beside her as she cradled the baby for a few more seconds before reluctantly placing her down into the bassinet. As Sara was pulled from her comfortable, warm spot against Riza's shoulder, she began to fuss, her lower lip sticking out in a pout not unlike her father's. Not wanting her to start crying, Riza retracted her back against her chest, slowly rocking her back and forth while humming nonsensically. Roy watched her in appreciation, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Eventually, Sara's upset gurgling ceased, and with as little movement as possible, Riza pulled her away from her again and gently set her into the crib.

The pair did not exit the room immediately, though, instead peering down at the precious baby before them, fidgeting cutely in her sleep. Roy let out a low chuckle when Sara kicked her leg, letting his hand find Riza's protruding belly again and holding it against it. "I can't wait," he admitted easily, "just five more months and this will be something we're doing every day."

Riza nodded, leaning into him and sighing when his left hand dug into the tense muscle of her shoulder. She had been stiff all week that they had been visiting the Elrics, so his ministrations were not unappreciated. Turning so that he was facing her, Roy leaned forward and kissed her, his hand travelling into her hair. Pressing his palm against her stomach again, he pulled away and mumbled, "I love you. Both of you."

Riza leaned forward and stole a soft kiss before uttering the same words. "I love both of you, too. So, so much, Roy." At this, the Flame Alchemist leaned forward and placed his lips just under her ear, which elicited a moan from her before he gripped her hips and allowed his fingers to travel under the fabric of her shirt. "We should take this away from the baby," she murmured, already stepping away so that they could continue the actions in their bedroom, which gained a protesting whine from her husband, who followed her regardless.

As they approached their door, Roy continued to plant kisses and bruising nips up Riza's neck, and when they finally entered the room and were alone, his hands immediately went to work trying to remove her red sweater. The General nearly had the top off of her when a knock was heard at their door, soft and small. Both froze, deciding that if it was an adult, they would eventually get the clue and leave them be. But when the same knock resounded a few moments later, Roy reluctantly allowed Riza to crawl out from beneath him and yank her sweater down, smoothing her frazzled hair as she answered the door. The person she was presented with was not who she was expecting at all.

"Claus?"

Roy sat up and blinked at the door, and indeed, the little blonde boy stood there, favourite blanket in one hand while the other rubbed furiously at an eye. He continued to stare at the child, who peered up at Riza.

"Auntie," he began, "I can't sleep."

"Aw, honey, what is it?" she bent down to his height, only to be enveloped in a hug by the boy. Riza was taken aback, but didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him and close the door as she brought him over to their bed. Roy grumbled a bit, but when he saw the distressed look on Claus's face, he reached out and squeezed the toddler's hand as his wife continued to hold him.

"I... just..." Claus tried to explain his predicament, but could not find it in himself to.

"It's okay, Claus," Riza smoothed back his hair, "you can tell us."

"I just had a bad dream," he said in a rush, feeling his cheeks burn. Roy was once again surprised by how much he looked like Fullmetal – he was even as prideful as his father was. "A-and I was wondering if I could stay with you guys... because you're going to bed already and my mommy and daddy are still downstairs..." Claus trailed, looking at the ground.

Roy, already having given up on returning to his previous actions with his wife, nodded at the little boy and grinned. "Of course, you can. We wouldn't want you getting a bad sleep and being grumpy in the morning."

"I'm not grumpy!" Claus protested, but before he could do so any further he was laid down by Riza, who placed a comforting kiss on his forehead.

"Now that's enough," she said firmly, laying down next to the small boy and looping her arms around him again. Claus scrambled closer to Riza and fisted his hands in her sweater and buried his face in her chest.

"This way, too, Auntie, I can even keep the baby safe," he said happily, and Riza felt his small fingers tickle at her abdomen. Riza smiled and nodded.

"Both you and your uncle."

Roy stood then and turned off the light of their room, moonlight filtering through the window to his left instead. Removing his socks, the Flame Alchemist was about to crawl behind Riza so that he could wrap his arms around her, but when she gave him a look, he sighed, smiled tiredly and instead placed himself on the opposite side of Claus. Reaching over, Roy found that he could still embrace his wife even with a developing baby and three year old between them. Pressing his face into his pillow, the General mumbled, "Goodnight, you three," while his hand ran down Riza's arm, across her stomach, and on Claus's shoulder before returning to its original spot around Riza's midsection.

"'Night, Uncle. 'Night, Auntie. 'Night, baby," Claus patted Riza's stomach gently, before finally nodding off again, his snores just as light as before.

Riza waited a few moments before responding to their words, instead smiling to herself as they did so. Leaning over, she placed another kiss on Claus's forehead and kissed her palm and pressed it to Roy's cheek, before feeling her own eyelids begin to flutter shut and the blackness of sleep overtake her consciousness. Her body relaxing into the soft mattress and warm, welcoming embrace of her husband, Riza finally allowed herself to drift off into her own peaceful slumber.

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End of Part One

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