Hello everyone!

I just suddenly got this idea today and I thought it's be really cute to do small stories to go with each of the pictures on the last pages of chapter 108 of Fullmetal Alchemist. So this will become a mulit-chapter fic.

This chapter (if you haven't guess already by the chapter name) is about the adorable family portrait of Ed and hiss family.

Enjoy!

Edward let out a small sigh as he crumpled up another piece of paper before tossing it towards the over flowing trash bin and grabbing another, fresh piece of paper. He really could use a break but he kept telling himself that he needed to continue working or else he would get an ear full when he showed up from work Monday morning with nothing.

Knock, knock

Ed shifted in his hard seat but ignored the hammering on the front door; Winry would get it. He was so deep in thought that he didn't even hear the sounds of his two children squealing in delight or the always familiar voice of his very own brother. Once he had been blessed with his two wonderful but incredibly loud children, Ed had learned to turn all of their squeals and squeaks into white noise while he was working.

Knock, knock

Repressing a low growl of annoyance, Ed ran his flesh fingers through his messy blond locks before he scrunched up the paper again and tossed it again across the room. Ed then proceeded to grab his coffee mug and drain the practically full cup. But as he set the mug back down onto the wood surface, Ed felt eyes on the back of his head. Turning around, Ed saw that his door was cracked open but…no one was there. Sighing, Ed let his head hall only to be started out of his tired state when he saw a pair of identical gold eyes staring up at him.

"Don't do that!" Edward scolded the giggling toddler, who was now gripping onto one of Edward's legs while he smiled radiantly up at his father. "You almost gave daddy a heart attack!"

His son, who had covertly snuck into the room, then began to pull onto Ed's pant legs and the chair while he attempted to climb onto his father's lap. Ed smiled lightly at the small boy's attempts before he picked up the child, causing louder, ear-splitting giggles to unfold from him, and placed him onto his lap. Once safely on his father's lap, the small boy turned his attention to the things on the desk and began to reach out to them with fat fists.

"Whoa, whoa. Relax their kiddo," Ed said, quickly standing up from his chair and bringing the boy wit him, worrying that he might tip over an ink bottle or a candle. "Let's go put you back outside so you can play with your sister."

"Nun nuh!" the boy squeaked while shaking his head before he began to tug on the front of Ed's sweater. "Play!"

"I can't. Not now, but I promise we'll play later," Edward said, carrying his son across the room and through the open door.

"Edward!"

Edward turned around to see his wife, Winry, walking down the hall towards him and his son. She wore a plan lavender dress and had her hair secured behind her back, looking nice but slightly too clean for everyday child care. Something was up.

"Momma!" their son squealed at the sight of his mother.

Winry kissed her son on top of his head before she turned to look up at her husband. She looked slightly irritated but Ed had little clue as to why but knew by now that it would be for the best if he kept his mouth shut until he knew why.

"What's up?" Ed asked, slightly nervous.

"…you forgot didn't you?" Winry asked, giving him an exasperated look.

"Um…" Ed mumbled while he struggled to remember his packed schedule for the week. Did he let something slip?

"You did."

"Uh, maybe…"

"Edward Elric!" Winry exclaimed in such a reminiscing tone, Ed still half expected to be hit by a wrench any moment now, even though Winry had given up that habit for some time now.

"Sorry! Now what did I forget?"

"The picture!" Winry yelled, throwing her hands into the air. "We were going to take a family picture today."

"We were?"

"Yes. Alphonse and Mei are already here and the photographer will be ready any minute now. So go clean up," Winry added with a snap before she collected her son from Edward's arms and walked down the hallway and into the living room, where Ed could now clearly hear his brother and his fiancé's voices.

"Oh well…" Ed muttered before he stepped into the nearby bathroom.

"Edward! Are you almost ready yet?"

"Coming!"

After about five minutes in the bathroom, Ed emerged slightly cleaner looking. He had combed and re-tied his hair along with shaving off some stubborn stubble from his face. He could only hope that he would look somewhat presentable in his old sweater and old slacks.

Al and Mei sat on the living room couch. His small daughter Trisha was playing on Al's lap, trying to reach and grab Xiao Mei, who was perched on Mei's shoulder while his son stumbled around the couch for the two adults' amusement. Winry stood in the other side of the room talking to an old, portly man with camera equipment. At the sight of her husband, Winry smiled, moved over to the couch, and scooped up her daughter into her arms.

"Hohen!"(1) Winry yelled before she managed to grip onto one of her sons' small arms and steer him towards his father. "You go with Daddy."

"Come here little guy!" Ed said with a wide grin while he bent down so that his son could run into his arms.

"Is everyone ready?" the photographer asked.

"Yes," Winry answered. "Now where would you like to place us?"

"How about right here?" He asked, motioning to en empty spot on the living room wall.

"Perfect."

"Now how about we have the little ones in front? With their parents of course. And then we can have this young lady," he motioned to Mei, "Stand besides you sir. And then we'll have him," he motioned to Al, "and have him behind you. Does that sound good to you?"

"Oh yes. That sounds great," Winry said with a smile before she began to walk over to the spot.

As Ed got into his place, he noticed something across the room. It was the large board covered in different pictures but one caught his eyes. The picture had been placed in a small golden picture frame once it had been returned to the house and now looked quite more tattered and dirtier than it had been before hand. Ed felt a small lurch in the pit of his stomach when his eyes locked with his own and then moved to his father's watery eyes. Had twenty-two years really passed since that day? It seemed surreal to him as he stared at all of the different pictures in front of him and thought of how all of those days were now long gone.

Edward turned his head, caught his wife's eye, and smirked at her. Years had passed since they confessed their feelings to each other but Ed still couldn't quite realize just how much he had changed from that day. How much he had changed over the course of his still short life…

"Everyone ready?" the photographer asked before he began to steady his camera. "Okay, on the count of three! One…"

Ed redirected his focus towards his old family picture. How would his parents react if they could be here to day too? He could picture his mother, forever looking the same age with a bright smile and fresh tears in her eyes; so proud of all that he had done and so happy for him and his new family.

"Two…"

And then he pictured if is father were here. Hohenheim would still carry the awkward air of uncertainty whenever he was involved in something happy as this and probably wouldn't be sure what to do but smile for him in the end, happy for both of his sons, for he loved them both more than either of them could even begin to imagine.

Edward felt the insane urge to laugh but cry at the same time as he thought about it. Was this why his father had cried in that picture? Was he too so happy and content with his life for once in his hard life that all of his emotions exploded inside of him at that moment? Who knew, but Edward steeled himself as he saw the photographer's lips move to say 'three' and smiled as bright and happy as he could possible manage; hoping to convey to the picture just how happy he had felt at this very moment for as long at the picture lasted.

A moment after the flash, Ed looked down at his son and saw to his amusement that he was smiling just as giddily as Ed was sure he had been. He then turned to look at his daughter, who was beginning to squirm after being contained for so long. Mei was smiling at Al and after a moment, Al turned and smiled at Ed and he knew that Al was feeling the same thing Ed was: unbelievably happy and still slightly confused as to how and when they had gotten here.

(1) Hohen=Hohenheim. Get it? Since Hohenheim is a bit of a mouth full. I couldn't really think of what they might name their son so...since I love Hohenheim. *shrugs*

So what do you think? Please tell because if you like it, there will be many more! Please send a review my way!

-FSK