A/N: ...I realize this is neither the next chapter of Conflicted Interest nor Todomomo-centric at all, but I had been fleshing out the periphery of the Todomomo/Royai FMA AU I'm writing and this was the result.

See Chapter 2 for the KamiJirou~

"You seem to be in a very good mood this morning."

Jean stops whistling, setting down the soapy plate in his hand and turning off the faucet to look at his wife. "What?"

She doesn't look up, focused as she is on her current task of sweeping the kitchen floor. "I'm fairly certain it has nothing to do with me , so what's up?"

He grins. "What are you talking about Becks? You always put me in a good mood." He reaches out with two soapy and dripping wet hands in an attempt to hug her and she yelps when she notices, jumping back and holding up her broom in defense.

"Don't you dare touch me with those hands, Jean Havoc!" She screeches, waving the broom threateningly—but the quirk at the corner of her mouth betrays her. He chuckles as he turns his attention back to the sink, picking up the sponge to scrub at the dish he had set down earlier.

"C'mon, aren't you at least a little excited Ed's son is coming to stay with us?" He says over his shoulder.

She laughs. "Clearly not as excited as you," she says as she resumes sweeping. "I'd be a little more excited if we didn't have all this cleaning to do."

To be honest, he isn't thrilled about the cleaning, either—but the prospect at having one of the Elric kids over far outweighs the chore of tidying up the house. Jean loves kids. If it weren't for the fact his time as a paraplegic had left him and Becky unable to have any of their own, he's sure they would've had two. Three, maybe. Even more if his wife were up for it. But she's never been much of the maternal type.

"What if it was Momo staying over, hmm?" He asks, though he already knows her response.

She sighs, smiling. "Okay, Jean, Roy and Riza's daughter is an actual angel, though."

He can't deny that—they both dote on the only child of their Fuhrer and First Lady. All of Team Mustang does. It's a good thing Hawkeye is as disciplined as ever because their daughter would have otherwise become an exceedingly spoiled child.

Momo is quite possibly the most angelic child he has ever known and is, perhaps, the sole reason Rebecca had considered the notion of adopting kids.

She had brought it up one night after they had had dinner at the Fuhrer's estate. Momo had been maybe six or seven at the time and had spent the majority of the evening glued to "Aunt Becca's" side, small hand clinging to his wife's as she listened to her talk about what eastern Amestris was like. Evidently the girl's actions had entirely melted her heart—Jean had never seen his wife so flustered by someone so small.

"She's so cute, Jean!" she had squealed, arms flailing before she brought her hands up and pressed them against her cheeks. "I want one, too!"

So they had discussed it, but ultimately resolved to stick with being good godparents to Momo. They had gotten used to it being just the two of them after all. And given how much extra time not having kids left for them to attend to...other things—well, he wasn't complaining about the arrangement.

Still, an opportunity like hosting one of the Elric kids was something to look forward to.

"I'm sure Denki's a good kid, too," he says, turning off the faucet as he grabs a towel to dry off the newly washed dishes. "He doesn't have Edward's infamous temper, at least."

That's what he says, but it's been a few years since they've seen the Elric children so who knows how much has changed. Denki Elric is hardly a kid anymore—he's older than Ed and Al had been when they had made the trek up to Central. But in Jean's mind, even Edward and Alphonse are still kids, despite the fact they've both been married and had children of their own for quite some time now.

"Yeah, yeah, you're probably right," she responds, dumping the contents of the dustpan into the trash. She disappears into their room and returns wearing a fresh outfit, hair brushed back and makeup lightly done. He stares a moment too long—while he loves his wife no matter how she looks, he can't deny that small moments like these remind him just how beautiful she is and how lucky he is to have her.

"I'm going to head to the market to pick up some more groceries," she says, smiling up at him as she slips on her shoes. "You consume a buttload of food on your own and with Denki here I can't imagine how much two of you can eat."

"Sounds good," he says, walking over to her to wrap his (now dry) hands around her waist, placing a peck on her cheek. "See you in a bit."

She turns to leave but suddenly stops, as if she remembered something.

"Oh, and Jean?"

"Yeah?"

"I do hope you're planning to wipe up all the water you dripped onto the kitchen floor."