N/A: Hello all, and welcome to my first fanfic published in the English language 8DD I haven't written FMA in years. It's good to be back. Also, this was written for one of my bestest internet friends evar, Rally. 8D (yeah, you can wipe your tears now, Rally xD) The characters Nath Elric and Lotte Mustang are hers, go blame her – she was the one that made me like the EdWinAl OT3 D:

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Winry fidgeted uncomfortably on her bed. She had been dragged there by Edward after almost passing out at the breakfast table – and she had vomited her lungs out just fifteen minutes earlier, too. So he and Alphonse had both declared she would NOT move from that bed before the doctor came and saw her.

And she was nervous. Because she was almost certain of what her "illness" was.

And so was her grandma, by the pointed look she gave her.

'Quit worrying over nothing, you two,' she said rather exasperatedly at her friends (who were both looking at her like she was going to explode any minute now). 'I'm fine, dammit.'

'No, you're not,' Ed shot back. 'I don't know what is wrong with you, but you're not fine. Don't you dare get up,' he said, when he saw her sitting up.

'Don't you dare tell me what to do! …Midget!' she added for good measure. Ed's infuriated face was her reward; if he was going to annoy her, she could annoy him back just as well.

'Be quiet, the pair of you,' Al snapped at them, when Ed looked like he was about to give her a very nasty retort. 'We're worried about you, Winry, so could you please just… cooperate?'

Winry rolled her eyes at them and plopped back onto the pillows. Might as well just wait for the storm to hit.

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'Whose is it, then?'

'Don't call him an "it"!'

'Well, don't call it a "him"! What if it's a girl?'

'He's more a "him" than he's an "it", Edward.'

'She's more an "it" than she's a "him", then.'

'What are you talking about?! He—'

'If the baby turns out to be a girl, I'm so telling her you doubted it—'

'What! The baby's not even born yet and you're already plotting evil—'

'He's probably mine.'

Alphonse's sentence made the other two fall silent on the spot.

'… What?' Ed finally managed to say. 'How would you know that?'

'I wouldn't,' Al smiled smugly, 'but I have a higher critical-hit ratio, if you know what I mean. The probability of him being mine—'

'The hell you do! I did it with her way more often than you did—'

'But she came more often with me!'

'What! No, she didn't! Tell him, Winry!'

'Tell him what?!'

'She totally did, Niisan, you witnessed it all—'

'So what?! That doesn't mean any—'

'Don't you know that the muscle contractions of a woman's orgasm makes the fecundation more certain—'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU TWO!!!'

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'So he's your father.'

Lotte was pointing at Edward. Nathaniel looked at him, then at her. And nodded.

'And he is also your father.'

Now she was pointing at Alphonse. Nath nodded again. 'Yeah.'

She stared at him.

'Then how do you call them?'

He looked at her strangely. 'Dad and dad, of course. What else?'

'I don't know,' she admitted, eyebrows knitted in confusion. 'How do they know which of them you're calling?'

He stopped for a moment and thought. 'They just know, I guess,' he shrugged, finally.

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Hope you liked it :3