A/N: Well, here it is. My contribution to Royai Day. Although by the time I finish it, it might be in time for the next Royai day! Jokes. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Aww, man, do I HAVE to say it? Fine…. I am not awesome, good at drawing or famous. Ergo, I am not Hiromu Arakawa, and I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist.
Riza Hawkeye, the best sniper in all of Amestris, and bodyguard of Fuhrer Mustang, was nervous.
Nervous? I can't be nervous, I've done much worse things than this and I wasn't nervous before any of those… she thought to herself, biting her lower lip. Nevertheless, she couldn't exactly deny that she felt a little nauseated. She glanced at the clock, and saw that it was five minutes until he would be home.
Although, that cause of that sensation was probably more directed to the little thing that was chugging along inside of her. That thought chilled her. A small form had been developing in her body for a while, and only three weeks ago had she confirmed the fact that she would be having a baby.
While Riza Hawkeye certainly wasn't clucky, she didn't think that she would be too bad of a mother. She had always considered having children one day, and thought about whether she would be a good enough mum for them. That was all hypothetical. Now that she was into her eleventh week of pregnancy, and a tiny bump had formed on her stomach.
Her husband, of course, was completely oblivious. He probably just thought that because of all the food she had suddenly started eating, that she was gaining some weight. "Finally," he had told her, "you really need to put something more on those bones." Another woman may have been offended. Not her. That was just her husband, and she knew that was his way of complimenting her. In a weird way.
This, of course, was the main reason as to why Riza was feeling nervous in the first place. Not nervous, she told herself firmly. Her ignorant husband had no idea, and it was now the time to tell him, before she got much further along. She glanced at the wall clock again, and saw that he would be coming home any minute. Sure enough, she heard the lock click and the bolt slide back, and hurried to make herself look as though she wasn't impatiently awaiting his return.
"Hi, love." he whispered in her ear suddenly, and she jumped at his unexpected proximity. She smiled and turned to hug him tightly, suddenly ready to burst out with excitement for her news, nervousness- no, not nervousness- gone. He grinned back at her and she kissed him, and, like always, she marveled at how something so soft could turn her legs to jelly.
"Hey, honey. How was work?" Riza asked him as she pulled away, staring into his obsidian eyes.
"Great, how are you? Feeling better? Apparently there's been a stomach bug going around at the moment." He asked, concerned.
"I'm fine. Let me guess. Havoc sat outside and smoked all day, Breda spent the day sleeping on the couch, Falman spent his time reading, Fuery stood around nervously all day, wringing his hands, and you span around in your office chair, and absolutely no paperwork got done." She sighed, already knowing the answer.
His grin broadened and he hugged her even more tightly, if that was at all possible. She took this as an affirmative and groaned as she thought about all the paperwork she'd have to do to catch up.
"Come on, Riza, it's not too bad. Anyway, I'm in charge of the bloody place! How can they make me do paperwork?" Roy complained, and she smiled, thinking of the baby growing in her womb, and of how similar the baby and Roy would be. She would probably have to stand over her child and watch it do its homework.
Speaking of the baby….
"Roy," Riza said, all traces of amusement suddenly gone from her voice, "sit down for a minute, will you?" She placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him gently into a sitting position. She then took her place next to him, and took his hand. He looked startled, and also a little scared, sort of like a deer caught in the headlights of a road train.
"Riza, what's going on? You aren't dying, are you?" he asked, his pitch rising in tone a little, and she shook her head. Idiot. You really can't read the signs can you… ugh.
"Stop panicking. It's not that. Quite the opposite, in fact." Riza said, and she stared at him.
Well, Fuhrer Roy Mustang may be a little dim-witted, but he wasn't downright stupid.
"You've found another secret to immortality?" he gasped, leaping off the bed with incredulity.
Or maybe he was.
It was all that Riza could do to restrain her right hand from rising towards her forehead in a classical facepalm.
"No, you idiot. I'm… well, we're, going to have a baby." she stated simply, although her heart was thudding loudly against her ribcage. She watched with wonder as his pupils dilated to the size of tennis balls and he slipped off the bed and onto the floor.
"Wha- what do you mean, we're gonna- what? How?" her husband asked, wearing a similar expression as those who have just been clubbed over the head.
I have no idea why I was so nervous. He's an idiot. Riza smiled to herself, before answering Roy's question.
"Well, you see, Roy, when a man and a woman love each other very mu-" she began to explain, before being rendered speechless when he pulled her off the bed and into a warm, rib-crushing hug. She was quickly released and Roy began hopping around the room excitedly.
"Riza, we're gonna have a baby! I'm gonna be a dad! We'll have little black-haired, gun-toting, fire alchemist baby! And he'll be so cute, and-"
"HEY! What makes you think it's a boy!" she cut across him, slightly annoyed, but still amused at her husband's antics.
"Umm…. Alchemists' intuition?" he grinned at her, before racing into the hallway that adjoined their bedroom and living room.
"I'm calling Havoc! And Breda, Falman and Fuery!" he called over his shoulder.
"And to think," she muttered to herself once he'd left, "I thought he'd want to keep the news to ourselves for a little…"
She could already hear her uncharacteristically-excited husband bouncing around the living room searching for the address book, so she laid upon the bed, thinking to herself.
Is this really okay? Is it alright for me to become a mother? After Ishbal, all of the horrible things I've done, and the people I've killed, do I really deserve this? The child I buried… he was somebody's son. Their baby, and I watched him die. How can a person who has committed such crimes have the joy of raising a child, and watching them grow?
Riza began sweating anxiously as these thoughts raced through her head at a mile a minute. Roy, sensing that not all was right with his beloved wife, re-entered the bedroom.
"Riza." He said, dropping on the bed beside her. She gazed into his liquid onyx eyes, and he spoke.
"Don't feel bad about this. About Ishbal. Because this is our chance, our chance to teach someone about the ways of the world, and to bring up another person who will do good things for Amestris. Including Ishbal." He said to her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She stared back at him, tears beginning to form in her eyes, and he enveloped her in his warm embrace.
"I love you, Riza Mustang," he murmured into her ear. He knew how much she loved her recently-acquired name.
Maybe he's not so clueless, she thought to herself as she lay in Roy's arms.