-1A/N: hey people!
I have no idea where I got this story from so don't ask. And a little description is on the bottom. I don't want to spoil anything in this chapter in the beginning for you guys.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing I tell you nothing!!!
Mostly done in Trisha's point of view
Trisha glanced at the clock on the counter. It read to be 9:45, almost time for-
Her thought was cut short as the doorbell rang. She heard her husband Hohenheim walk over and open the door, she walked into the living room where her husband was ushering their guests.
Her best friend since their childhood Riza Hawkeye and her secret boyfriend Roy Mustang sat down on their couch. Riza was trembling slightly with tears coming from her eyes and holding onto the bundle in her arms with an iron death grip. Roy had one arm around Riza and his other hand was helping support what Riza was holding. Another man, Trisha thinks that Riza called him Maes Hughes on the phone and that he was Roy's best friend, he was standing with his arms crossed and was watching Roy and Riza from the doorway.
"Thank you for going this for us Mrs. Elric" Roy said.
Trisha smiled warmly at Roy who in turn attempted to smile back but it just looked forced, which it was.
Riza choked back another sob and clutched the bundle closer to her chest, to her heart.
Trisha shared a hopeless look with her husband. He just stared at her for a moment before closing his eyes and nodding his head.
Trisha walked over to Riza and bended down until they were at eye level. Trisha's warm green (1) eyes stared into Riza's own bloodshot eyes. After a moment Trisha held her hands out slightly for the bundle in Riza's arms.
Riza hesitated, holding the bundle closer, and looked at Roy. He held his own arms out to which Riza with no hesitation placed it gently.
Roy held it close to him and lifted the top of the blanket to reveal a small head already starting to get covered with a mop of blonde hair and placed his lips on it. They heard him whisper "Good bye my son".
His arms shook slightly as he gave the child back to Riza who in turn also hugged him close, and placed her lips on his head. She kept whispering "My son, my little boy".
Finally she held him out to Trisha who grasped him and helped pull him away.
The moment Trisha rearranged him in her arms and stood up Riza burst into more tears, no longer silent, Roy didn't make another move but closed his eyes and more tears fell down his face. At that Hughes walked over and sat next to Roy and placed his hand on Roy's shoulder.
Hughes nodded towards a small case and said "In there are the proper papers. Birth certificates you can add a middle name if you want, and you both have to sign it. Social security and anything else that I am forgetting".
He then looked at the clock and back at Roy and Riza and said "We should leave now if we're going to catch the train".
"You don't have to leave, we have a guest room that you can use" Hohenheim said.
Looking at Roy and riza and seeing that they weren't going to speak, if anything it looked like they were going to agree, Hughes quickly said "No we have to go back to the military. In three days we're going to be sended off to Ishbal".
The Ishbalan war had been going on for a few months against their dark-skinned, red-eyed brothers. All because of religious differences.
"Good luck then" Hohenheim said.
Roy and riza both got up from the couch slowly their eyes never leaving their son in Trisha's arms. Riza even started to raise her arms to take him back when Hughes placed his hands on Roy's and Riza's shoulder and gently pushed then towards the door.
Riza turned to Trisha and said tearfully "Please let him keep his first name. It's already on the birth certificate but there are some blank ones if you would've wanted to change it".
Trisha smiled at riza and said "We'll let him keep his first name that his real parents gave him".
Gratitude swam in both Riza's and Roy's eyes.
As if a test had already begun the moment that they had opened the door the baby had started to cry loudly.
Trisha held him close to her body and begun to rock him gently whispering words of comfort. She looked up. Roy and riza stood rooted to the ground with a tortured look on their faces. She could tell that half of them wanted to rush to their son so that his real parents can comfort him. But the other half, the military side, understood that they had to leave.
After taking a deep breath they finally left the household without a backwards glance.
Still cradling the baby in her arms Trisha sat down in a chair cooing softly at the little boy.
Gently pushing the blanket from his body she got a good first look at her newly adopted son.
He was about three months old and a bit smaller (2) than the average baby. He had Riza's blonde hair, maybe a bit darker like Hohenheim's that was good. That way people wouldn't suspect something, including when he opened his eyes Trisha saw that they were a gold color, another point to Hohenheim. His facial structure was all Roy's however. The shape of the eyes, but the child's were bigger then Roy's, and different parts on his face.
While Trisha stared at the boy, who stared back his eyes also filled with curiosity Hohenheim went to the case filled with documents.
He brought the case onto the table, opened it, and started to take the papers out and lay them around the table.
Before he could pick up any more papers Trisha deposited the child into his arms and picked up the birth certificate. Underneath that there was a letter to Hohenheim and herself with certain facts and directions. Incase of something that may happen in the untold future they can tell one person that they trust with no doubt the true parents of the boy.
She looked at the birth certificate once more and stared at the middle name section, she glanced up and saw Hohenheim holding and rocking the child, looking like a father.
Smirking slightly she put her husbands name in the category and their last name before signing it. She pushed it to Hohenheim along with the pen.
Seeing this he shifted the child into one hand and grasped the pen with the other. He stopped however when he saw the full name.
He glanced up with amusement in his eyes but before he could say anything Trisha said "I like it so it stays". Hohenheim shook his head with a small smile and signed the paper.
The boy had fallen asleep in the crook of Hohenheim's arm. Hohenheim stood up, holding onto the boy tightly and went up the stairs to the nursery that he had created after hearing that this child would live with them.
Trisha followed him and opened the door. The newly blue painted walls and children toys greeted them along with a rocker and crib.
Hohenheim gently placed him on his stomach in his new bed and Trisha covered him with a small blanket.
She reached over and brushed some of his hair from his face and whispered "Welcome to the family, Edward Hohenheim Elric".
(1)-Are her eyes green? I can't remember. If it isn't then I am sorry but I am pretty sure they are. At least from the little picture I got in Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood.
(2)-Ok I couldn't help myself. He is always going to be small no matter what age he is. I can practically hear him screaming some sort of insult me right now.
And question. Did anyone notice that I just randomly put Hughes there in the middle of the paragraph; I mean I didn't write him in until then. Show of hands who did notice that, and be honest you guys.
And I am wondering if anyone will wonder why Edward still has golden eyes.
Oh well back to business.
Well there you have it.
Roy is Edwards's father. Riza is Edwards's mother. And we can all tell that Hughes is Edwards's godfather.
Now I need some help. I want Edward to have an unconscious connection to both of his parents. I already have Roy planned out to there is no need to tell me anything about him but I need Edward to somehow connect to riza.
Any suggestions?
