Inspired by a comic by theysangastheyslew on Tumblr for Royai week 2017. Check her out if you haven't, her art is top notch! In the meantime, enjoy my first attempt at writing fanfiction!

Riza and Roy had faced their fair share of situations where quick thinking was paramount and their ability to make split second decisions could mean the difference between life and death. They were both seasoned experts in subterfuge and secret communication. Their ability to work together like a fine tuned machine was unmatched, and they had yet to face a situation that they felt unable to turn in their favor.

Until this very moment.

The sound of their bedroom door opening had not been registered in the midst of their illicit activities, however the sudden flicking of the light had been unmistakable. Darkness turned to light, and Riza and Roy found themselves exposed. A few seconds was all it took for the Flame Alchemist and the Hawk's Eye to locate the source of the disturbance, horrified as they found a pair of large, brown, inquisitive eyes.

''Whatcha doing?''

Caught with his pants down, both figuratively and literally, Roy sprang into action and attempted to cover his wife as best he could, deciding he'd rather be dealing with Furher Bradley and the corrupt higher ups of the old administration than the the child that bore his best friend's name. How had he and Riza become so rusty at hiding the evidence of their fraternization? How on earth was he going to explain to his three year old son what was going on without traumatizing him for life? Roy didn't know the answer to any of these questions. What he did know was that wherever he was, Hughes was surely laughing at Roy's current predicament.

Riza stared at her son, mortified, as he climed onto his parent's bed.

''How come you don't have your jammies ana Mama why's Papa sitting on you he's soooo heavy he's gonna squish you and Papa why are you touching Mama's privates you said it's inpropriate to touch someone's privates hey how come you call your army guys « Privates » does that mean you're not 'sposed to touch them but you do anyway cause you're the boss of them and why are you all sweaty and also I wet my bed and why is your face all red and also Mama can you read me a story because I can't sleep''

''Slow down Maes! How about you go pick a story for me to read and then I'll give you a bath while Papa changes your sheets''

This seemed to satisfy Maes and he climed off the bed and turned away. Hopefully Maes would forget what he saw while on his mission to find his favorite storybook. To his parent's horror though, Maes proceeded to circle his parent's bed, until he arrived at the pile of discarded nightclothes,

''I found your jammies!''

''Thank you Maes''

Maes picked up the pile of clothes and clumsily handed them to his father, took one last look at his parents,and left the room.