Whose is it?
A/N: This fic is meant to be very crackish, but also interesting.
Summary: Fuhrer Roy Mustang and his fiancé, Riza Hawkeye, have just gotten engaged. Riza is pregnant, but she's also keeping a secret. Could Roy not be the father of his fiancé's child? Will he still marry her if he is not the father? Does she even still want him instead of who the baby's father might actually be? Rated M for language. Royai, RizaXHavoc, RizaXKimblee, and a tiny bit of HavocXRebecca (maybe).
Please Review. And save the flames for Roy on a rainy day.
Chapter 1: Wait, what?
Fuhrer Roy Mustang was sitting in his desk chair spinning like an overjoyed child and saying "weee" when the reason for his happiness and excitement walked in his office in her military-issued miniskirt.
"Sir, what are you doing?" Riza Hawkeye said in a tone that matched her unammused expression.
Roy frowned. "Riza don't ruin the happy mood with formalities. No one else is in the office right now."
She put a stack of papers on his desk. "Sir, I suggest you get back to work, or do I need to change clothes, so I'm not so distracting?" She would have smirked if she hadn't had that no-nonsense look on her face.
"Aww come on Ri. How can you be this serious after that?" Roy whined.
Riza walked over to him. "Sir, we have work to do." She said. "and I already knew it would happen." She whispered with a smirk.
"What? How?"
"Because I know you well enough to know when you're up to something, and we've been dating for too long considering how much we already know each other, and the fact that I'm pregnant."
Roy pulled her close and hugged her. "I love you Riza." He said with an idiotic grin.
Riza hugged back, but was quiet for a minute.
He broke the hug and looked at her worriedly. "What's wrong?"
"I-it's nothing…" Riza said in a very hesitant tone.
"I know something's wrong. Is it the skirt again 'cause it wouldn't be fair to the others if I made an exception for you."
"No, it's not that at all…" she said almost sadly.
"What is it? Do I need to burn someone?" Roy asked frantically, knowing that his fiancé, the Riza Hawkeye, never got like this unless something majorly bad happened.
Her eyes grew wide. "No, please don't."
"Okay, I promise not to burn anyone as long as you tell me what's wrong." He said. "deal?"
She sighed. "Fine, but before I tell you, remember how much I love you and want to be with you."
"Riza, what happened? This is scaring me." His eyes were like that of a sad, abandoned puppy's.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she opened her eyes again. "Roy…" she began, taking his hands in hers and looking him in the eyes. "I love you, but…" she paused, trying to find the words. "th-the baby. It might not…" she sighed again, finding this to be the most difficult thing that she's ever done. "i-it might not be yours."
Roy froze, unable to process what she said for a minute. "Wh-what? How could…? When? Why?" his heart was shattered into a million pieces then was crushed into a fine powder and blown away by the wind.
"I'm sorry Roy. It was those few weeks we weren't together. I kind of had a short relationship…" she said, with a pleading look in her eyes.
"B-but wh-…why? Why wait until now to tell me?" That was the first thing he could think of.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to tell you." She said. "I didn't know when to tell you. I know this is a terrible time to, but I can't take the guilt anymore."
After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke. "Wh-who was it? When did this happen?"
"It was after we broke up. I had a short relationship, but it didn't last." She said.
"With who?" Roy asked again.
"…..it's…..Jean." she finally admitted.
"As in Jean Havoc?" Roy asked, shocked and furious.
