Edward Elric sat on a swing of the porch of his new home in Resembool. Gazing around at the endless fields, some speckled with white, fluffy sheep, others interrupted by rivers that he, Al and Winry used to play in, he felt a sense of clarity. This was home, and it always had been.
He no longer had the pocket-watch that marked him as a State Alchemist, he'd had to give that back to the military along with his rank of Major. However, instead of being demoted or decommissioned, Mustang had promoted him to a lieutenant colonel.
Edward was grateful for the position. Working in the East, he was able to spend his week at home, only travelling to the Eastern Headquarters once a week to report. Mustang had been extremely generous when it came to Edwards' posting- the blonde assumed that it was because he was grateful in his assistance in ending the uprisings.
It still would have been nice to keep that pocket-watch, though.
Not that he needed the reminder. He knew clearly that it was the third of October.
Ten years, huh? And look how far I've come now.
As if on cue, a loud wailing started from inside of the house. He could hear Winry sigh, then not a minute later, he heard her shushing the baby quietly. Edward grinned.
That little pride and joy had no idea what her mother and father had accomplished in their lifetime. Edward could only hope that Trisha would grow up and experience adventures as great as his and his brothers… only with a LOT less violence involved.
Yes, it was the third of October, 1921, ten years to the day since the Elric brothers had burned down their home and left Resembool. And, as Edward turned to look through the window at his wife and child, he realized that it was possibly the best thing he had ever done.
A/N: Just a short, rather fluffy one-shot to celebrate the fact that it's exactly one hundred years since Edward and Alphonse burned down their house ^.^