Well, this is my first Fullmetal Alchemist Fanfic. My sister is the one who got me hooked. This fanfiction is dedicated to her.

Enjoy!

"Peek-a-boo! I see you!"

Trisha Elric giggled and clapped her hands in delight as her mother continued to cover her face and pop out again. The baby girl then turned her attention from her mother to the teddy bear in front of her. Winry took that moment to stand up straight and check on her son, Nicolas. Making sure Trisha was still nestled safely in her crib, she exited the room. She walked into Nicolas's room and smiled at the sight.

Nicolas was sleeping soundly with his thumb in his mouth. She walked back into Trisha's room to find that her daughter's eyes were gradually starting to close. She reached over and pressed her lips gently to the baby's head. She continued to pet her head, playing with the soft blonde wisps of hair. Eventually, the baby fell asleep.

Winry sighed and sat down on the rocking chair in the room. She tilted her head back and stared up at the ceiling. She hated when Edward took off like this, though she would never admit it. She knew he always came back, but it was times like this when she wished she could crawl into bed and snuggle up next to him.

She was at least grateful to Edward for giving their children the trait that makes it easy to put them to bed…well, sometimes. She rocked herself slowly, recalling the memories of the past years. She smiled as she remembered the sweeter, happier moments such as their wedding, the birth of their children, their children's first birthdays…

Of course, there were the sad times too, like the fights, the tears, and the worry that ensued whenever he left. She even remembered visiting her parents' grave when she was pregnant with Nicolas. She recalled how hard she had cried, the pain she felt whenever she thought that the only grandparents her children would ever know would be Pinako. She remembered how happy she felt when she saw Edward that day. He had gone to the gravesite and held her, letting her cry herself out. Yes, they faced many hardships, but they had always made it through.

She jumped when then front door suddenly slammed. Taking a brief glance at her daughter, she glided out of the room and closed the door. She practically flew down the stairs. She smiled brightly at the sight of her husband. Edward gave a forceful kick to the doorway, allowing the snow that coated his boots to shatter and fall off. She skipped over and started to help him get out of his snow-covered clothing.

"What are you still doing up? It's…" He paused to check his pocket watch for the time. "...midnight." He said with a frown. Winry shrugged.

"Trisha was being fussy. I ended up playing some games with her until she got drowsy enough to fall asleep." She said while hanging Edward's coat up on the rack. She smiled to herself; the image of Edward's coat simply hanging up somehow made her giddy.

"I'll go start up a bath for you." She said, and started to walk away from him.

"Wait." He said and, grabbing her wrist, pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her slender frame. She smiled softly and rubbed the arms that wrapped around her. She leaned into him, basking in his presence. Winry had long since known that Edward was not always good with words, but he could always properly convey his feelings with actions.

Edward had long since outgrown his wife and brother. His hair had grown longer and he had more muscles. Pinako had often told him he looked just like Hohenheim, to which Edward would heatedly deny. His arms tightened around her.

"I missed you." He whispered, his nose brushing against her neck. She twisted herself to face him. She wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed.

"I missed you, too." She whispered, burying her face into his chest. The couple stayed that way for a bit longer before they both pulled away, a light blush adorning their cheeks.

"I-I'm gonna take a shower now…" He stuttered before heading up the stairs. His heavy boots banging against each step made Winry wince.

"Edward!" She hissed. He turned around to see his wife pulling at her hair.

"What is it?" He whispered back.

"Be quiet when you go upstairs, or else you'll wake Trisha and I am not putting her to bed again." The lad rolled his eyes but smiled. He pulled off his boots, laid them on the stairs, and started to walk up the stairs softly.

"Edward?" Winry's soft voice reached his ears yet again and he turned around to see her smiling at him, her eyes sparkling.

"Welcome home." She said earnestly. Her words touched him. He smiled and walked back down the stairs. He went over to her and kissed her forehead. His lips lingered for a little bit before he finally pulled away.

"Good to be back, Win. Good to be back."

I hope you liked it. Your opinions make me smile.

~S.S.