A/N: Reporting! I've just seen FMA (both of them, movies, ovas and all) and OMFG I LOVE IT! It's the most perfect thing ever! Winry and Ed are one of the best couples ever! I would have liked to see their life with their kids, so I tried my luck with some EdWin family fluff :3 I hope you like it, I have tons of ideas for more of this shots. Enjoy :)
The universe is a complex, continuous system. Nothing generates out of nowhere. Matter in all its states combines to create new matter, with new properties, but the fact remains. Only out of something can another thing be made, and sooner or later, the particles will return to their original state.
Alchemy has turned this principle of life, adjusting it to the concepts of Comprehension, Deconstruction and Reconstruction, into an undeniable truth, resulting in its Law of Equivalent Exchange. Nothing can be obtained without giving something of equal value in return. Within its nature of mystic, metaphysic science, alchemy applies this by…
Edward threw his head back and let out a yawn that stretched his mouth to its limit. Sitting up again he rubbed his eyes and mumbled something unintelligibly under his breath. Just the first page and he had an idea of what the rest of the book would verse about. The Law of Equivalent Exchange, the principles of transmutation, its utter irrefutability. More of what he didn't need.
He sighed. He and Al had been trying to prove their new law for years. The scientific (alchemic) possibility of giving more in return of what one's been given. In plain words, as Al very plainly stated it, giving back eleven after receiving ten. They hadn't taken it very seriously and were not desperately trying to prove it, as they had desperately tried to understand human transmutation when they were kids, but still, it was an interesting investigation to go on with on their free time.
And man, nowadays he lacked free time.
After the mess his life had been for so many years, he had thought being back at Reesembool would give him the chance to finally spend calm days, just enjoying the view and the food and overall the peace of the country. And it had, for some time, but right now….
He yawned again and leaned back in his chair. The small flame of the candle, hours ago the only light of the room and now reduced to less than half of its original size, flickered with the breeze coming from the window and burned out. Daylight had slowly made its way into the house and he could hear the soft chirping of birds. The breeze carried the scent of grass and flowers.
Relishing in the peacefulness surging through him, he closed the book and put it aside, on the small pile of books he had checked so far. He hadn't even been researching all night, like he used to do. He'd just woken up somewhere around 4 a.m and couldn't go back to sleep. A nightmare, of the really nasty ones he still had, obviously couldn't go back to sleep, and he didn't want to wake Winry, so he thought it was as good a moment as any other to do some reading. Bad idea. His eyelids were extremely heavy and drowsiness kept taking over. He couldn't remember half of what he'd supposedly read.
"Daddy!" The high pitched voice made him look towards the door of his small study, where stood his two-year-old son, a bright smile plastered on his face.
Ed pushed his tiredness away and beamed at him. "Hey Alex!" The boy crossed the room in long strides and jumped into his father's arms, who was ready to catch him and swung him around before sitting him on his lap.
"Nice and bright morning, isn't it?" he tickled him on the side and the boy giggled.
"Alex, I told you dad may be busy," another voice made both father and soon look towards the door as Winry entered the room, with Nina in her arms. The girl gurgled happily at the sight of her brother, who climbed down his father's lap and ran to his mother.
"Morning," Ed said as he lazily stretched his arms and stood from his chair. Winry eyed him and raised an eyebrow.
"You look terrible," she stated. He laughed.
"Thanks, and I think you look beautiful too."
She laughed and put Nina on the floor, where Alex was soon playing with her, and walked to her husband, putting her arms around his neck.
"Shut up."
"Make me," he smirked. She smirked back before leaning in and closing the distance between them, their lips gently caressing each other's. Ed couldn't help the sigh that escaped him. Even after four years of marriage he still felt somewhat light headed. The thought of having a whole life ahead to spend next to this perfect, gorgeous woman sometimes was simply too much happiness to bear.
A slight tug on his pants made him break the kiss and look down. Both Alex and Nina were by his feet, he standing and grabbing the fabric of his sleeping pants and she sitting on the floor, looking up at him. He smiled and knelt down next to them.
"Today we're having lots of fun, you two. What do you want to do?" he asked. Alex put on a thoughtful expression. Ed stared at him. As soon as he was born everyone said he looked just like him, eyes and hair and everything, and he couldn't agree more. Every time he looked at his son it was like watching himself as a kid all over again. According to Winry they even made the same gestures, though she claimed that, in personality, he'd taken after Al.
"Can we play ball?" he let out with some difficulty, as he was just beginning to talk in long phrases.
"Of course!" he beamed. "We can play ball as much as you like," he ruffled his son's hair and the boy laughed.
"Though I'm not sure your sister wants to play ball again," Winry said with a smile, kneeling as well. He looked at Ed with a troubled expression.
"Mom and Nina can do some other thing while you and I play," he assured, bringing the smile back to the child's face.
"Oh sure, leave us out," Winry huffed. She gathered Nina up in her arms and moved her small hands at them. "Don't worry, Nina and I don't care at all," she nuzzled her and the girl giggled.
Ed broke out laughing. Winry stared at him expressionlessly for a second before joining him. Nina giggled again and Alex began to laugh too. When the laughter subsided Ed sighed contently.
"I love you," he whispered softly to his wife. She was caught off guard and the color crept to her cheeks.
"Me too, mommy!" Alex broke in, grinning. Winry smiled gently at him.
"And I love you," she kissed the boy's cheek, "both of you," she added, after seeing her husband frown. "So, what about going to get breakfast?" She stood from the floor, taking Nina with her.
"Play!" Alex said as he and Ed also stood up.
"After breakfast," Winry said. The boy pouted, but at Winry's unfaltering face he nodded and headed for the door.
"So what's for breakfast?"
She raised an eyebrow again. "Do I look like I've been down making breakfast?" He looked at her nightdress, her messy blond hair loose over her shoulders, her somewhat still half-closed eyes and sighed.
"Okay, okay, I guess not," he admitted, "right girl?" he approached his face to Nina's and she shook her arms in the air as she giggled, slapping him slightly.
Winry smiled. "Alright, no hitting daddy baby girl."
"No, indeed," Ed agreed. He thrust out his arms to Nina, who eagerly went into them.
"Breakfast!" Alex urged from the door. One arm holding his daughter, Ed snaked his other arm around his wife's waist, who grabbed their son's hand. Together the four of them exited the study and headed downstairs.
As he settled Nina on her high-chair and Winry went about the shelves looking for something to cook, Alex following her, he realized just how lucky he was. He was able to be there, in that moment in time, well and alive and with the peaceful life he'd always wished for.
And maybe this was the only proof he needed for their theory. Even if he'd committed the ultimate sin, and even if he'd restored Al's body in exchange of his alchemy, life had still granted him the woman of his dreams and two precious children he could call his own. Was it the product of his hard work? Of his determination? The reward for years of perils and suffering? Hell if he knew. Perhaps some things just needed to be made, some risks taken, and the rest came with time. However it was, it was okay for him.
Winry lecturing Alex about being more careful, since he'd knocked a glass of water off the counter, the boy's head down in repent and then his fits of laughter as she threw the cloth she'd used for drying the water at him and their subsequent persecution around the kitchen, along with Nina's gurgles and curious stares ….every detail, every second of this life was worth every tear and every scar his past had produced.
It was all that mattered.
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