Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

Hohenheim isn't his real name. Hohenheim is a title meaning High Administrator. High Administrator is not a name. XD. Therefore, I rename thee...HANS! XD Hans Elric. O.o has a nice ring to it.

"Hans! Calm down. Trisha's going to be fine. I've been through this, remember?" Wilhelm Rockbell told his friend, the panicking Hans Elric. His wife, Trisha, had gone into labor with their first child about three hours ago. With each blood-curdleing moan she let out in pain, Hans grew more and more nervous.

"But what if she's isn't? What if it kills her? Oooh, my poor Trisha..." he paced quickly back and forth in front of her closed bedroom door, where Sara Rockbell, Wilhelm's wife, was helping with the birth.

Wilhelm threw his head back and laughed. "You worry too much, Elric. Besides, my wife is the best doctor around, and you know it. I'm insulted that you doubt her skills." he said with a grin. Hans plopped down on the couch next to his friend.

"I'm sorry. But I'm scared. All these what-ifs are plagueing my mind. I can't afford to lose her." He despaired. The other man smiled and put his hand comfortingly on Hans' shoulder.

"I felt the same way when Winly was being born, but, as you can see, Sara is fine. And so is Winly." He said gently.

"You have a point there. But Trisha is different. Trisha is-"

"Mr. Elric?" Sara said quietly, stepping out of Trisha's room with a crying blanket in her arms. "Mr. Elric, this is your son."

Hans stared at the bundle and slowly stood up. Sara placed it in his arms and sat next to her husband. He stared down at the tiny, sobbing body of his son wrapped in the cream-colored fleece blanket. He smiled proudly and placed his finger on the lips of the child.

"Shh, Edward. Shhh, papa's here." He whispered. The boy closed his mouth, opened his golden eyes that looked a little to big for his head, and blinked a few times. He wriggled his arm from the blanket and reached for his father. He grabbed at his glasses with his tiny little fist and pulled them off. Hans laughed. Edward giggled like...well...an infant.

Hans looked at Sara. "Can I go in? I'd like to talk to my wife."

Sara smiled. "She's asleep right now, but you can go in and wait for her to wake up if you want to." He smiled, nodded thanks, and opened the door to Trisha's room with one hand, carefully holding the baby in his free arm. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed and sat Edward in his lap, waiting for his wife to awaken. Ed began to cry from having his attention taken away, or maybe he just felt like crying.

"Mm...darling?" Trisha moaned, opening her eyes slowly. Hans smiled.

"Yes. I think your son might want you." He chuckled and placed the child belly-first on her stomach. She smiled.

"Hey, my little man." She whispered to the baby. Ed didn't like that, and expressed his displeasure in the form of a loud scream. Hans winced.

"I don't think he likes being called little." He laughed softly. Trisha smiled.

"He's got your temper."

"He's got your eyes."

He smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

"He's beautiful."

A/N: Skawee. Marshmallow!