Edward wakes up slowly, stretching his body with a yawn. He turns over to find a comfy spot again to snooze back to sleep. When he reaches over for Winry he finds her thigh where her head should be. Opening one of his eyes, he sees her sitting up in bed, watching him. She has this look in her eyes, like she was thinking really hard about something.

"Good morning," she said softly, reaching down to smooth back his hair.

"G'mornin." She's wearing one of his shirts, her thighs still bare. His hand slowly moving up and down her leg.

Ed just got back yesterday from Aerugo and they were quick to catch each other up on everything they'd missed. Well, everything but one.

"How long have you been up?"

"Not long," she says, looking away from his eyes. Winry normally sleeps best when Ed is home. Knowing that he's safe and warm in bed with her brings her peace of mind. But not this time. She couldn't rest properly knowing that she's keeping a secret from him. A big one.

They stayed in bed for a while longer, just enjoying each other's company, but Winry had to get up to use the bathroom. Her nausea this morning was manageable. She thought she was going to be sick earlier when she first woke up but, she was able to hold it down. The last thing she wanted was for Ed to wake up to her vomiting.

As she walked out of the bathroom Winry gets a full view of Ed's backside as he's lying face down on the covers. Seeing him back in their bed made her all warm inside. She even had butterflies in her stomach… or wait was that the queasiness… nope, it was hunger. Snorting, she threw a pair of boxers at him.

"Come on, let's have breakfast. I'm starving."

Ed groaned at the idea of getting up. He's about to suggest she serve it in bed; he just got back, they shouldn't leave their room for at least a day, but she's already out the door. He turns over to lay on his back, staring at the ceiling.

Something funny is going on. Yesterday he came home a couple days earlier than he planned to surprise Winry and she was so shocked she started crying. Which is normal, yeah, but it was also different. He was only gone a couple weeks and she seemed so troubled. He didn't know what to do.

Things calmed down after, and Garfiel insisted that she take the next day off, so they could spend some much-needed time together. But the funny thing is, she didn't really argue much, just agreed and happily went back home with him. Winry. Mrs. Automail freak. He's never seen her leave her work so willingly. Not that he's complaining at all! Spending the rest of the day together was exactly what they needed. It was just… weird. She's never been so cooperative when it comes to ditching work.

Edward contemplates Winry's behavior as he gets up and puts on the boxers she had thrown at him. After spending almost two days straight on a train all he wants to do is spend as much time in bed with his wife as possible. Unfortunately, his stomach is growling with hunger, so that's not possible.

The smell of something cooking draws Edward to the kitchen. As he passes by her in front of the stove, he rubs a hand over her head. She's already making a breakfast for an army: eggs, bacon, toast, and even pancakes. Edward starts on the coffee; the smell slowly brings him to life.

As he's sipping his coffee Ed turns to look at her, she's got her apron tied around her waist, over his shirt and her legs are still bare. He wonders if she's wearing any underwear and he's about to go find out when she interrupts the silence.

"Your leg was squeaking a lot last night, maybe I should check it out before it gets worse."

"Ah man, I really just want to stay in bed Win." At that she turns to him, one eyebrow raised. "With you, of course." He raises his cup to gesture at her and gives her a wink. "And besides, I thought we had today for ourselves, not for my leg."

"Well, if you would just oil it, like I told you a million times, I wouldn't have to check it so much!" She glared at him. "But if you want to be limping for the rest of the weekend, be my guest." She huffed, turning back to her eggs.

Edward rolled his eyes at her back, this would be the bane of their marriage: his crappy automail maintenance. But he didn't want to fight now, "I'm sorry Win, I promise I'll oil it after breakfast." He kissed her on top of her head, rubbing his hands up and down her sides.

She stiffens at the contact, he notices, but then relaxes as his hands stop at her hips. What the hell was that about? "Is everything alright?" He peers around to look at her face. Her eyebrows are drawn together, and he catches the worry in her eyes. There's a beat of silence between them.

"Winry?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," She doesn't know how she can lie to him about something so serious, but she just can't do it now. "Can you help me finish breakfast, please?" Winry quickly turns to get a couple of plates and utensils. Edward drops it because he doesn't want the pancakes to burn and they quickly set up the dining table with all the food.

In the silence between them, Edward realizes how much he missed just sharing a meal with Winry. Their knees were touching as she served him extra eggs and she took an extra slice of bacon. Something about having a meal with the one he loves brings warmth to his heart.

He never would have thought that Rush Valley would become his home. It's crazy to him! But living in this house with her, it's become a place he longs to be. And speaking of longing, there's someone else he misses deeply.

"I gotta call Al, let him know I'm back home." He shovels some eggs on top of his toast and takes a big bite. "He's probably expecting a phone call, we haven't spoken in a while." Ed drinks a gulp of coffee to help swallow the food down.

"Mhm." She hums around a mouthful of pancakes.

They finished their breakfast and cleaned up, Edward eager to call his brother. Right as he was about to pick up the phone though, Winry sets a can of oil on the table next to him, reminding him of his promise to her. He grumbles about gearheads as he rests his leg on a chair, ready to start oiling.

She went into the bathroom to get ready, knowing that staying in bed all day was a pipe dream. She hears Ed on the phone through the walls, he was talking pretty animatedly. She sighed and looked down at her belly, running her hand down it. I'm horrible, she thought, I can't keep this a secret anymore.

She solemnly prepares herself, trying to think of the right thing to say, even though she's gone over it a thousand times in the past few days. The churning in her stomach gets worse. She has to set her toothbrush down, the taste making her sick. Winry groans, if she vomits now, it will not be pretty. Trying to compose herself, she doesn't hear Ed's footsteps until he's already in the bathroom.

"Hey, Winry, I just spoke with Al and he-." Ed stops when he sees her hunched over. "What's wrong?"

Oh great. "I'm fine, I just stubbed my toe." Coward.

"Bullshit, Winry! You've been acting funny ever since I got back! Tell me what's wrong!" He gets in front of her, so she can't look away from him. "What's going on?" he's worried now, and she feels terrible.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you Ed it's just-." She can't do it. What if this isn't what he wants? What if he resents her for the rest of their lives because of what she's about to tell him?

"Just what?" He's holding onto her shoulders; his thumbs resting over her collarbones that peek out from the collar of his shirt.

Tears start coming up, clogging her throat, "I- I..."

He's totally freaked out now. It's something bad. Really, really bad. He never should have left. Why did he think that would be ok? He left her and now something bad's happened and it's all his fault!

"Winry, please, I'm sorry, just please tell me. I'll fix it whatever it is, I promise." He pulls her to him. She hiccups, her face pressed against his chest.

She takes a moment to calm down, and they stand there in their tiny bathroom, their world collapsing around them, holding each other. Ed's rests his head on hers, he feels her body start to relax, hoping she would be able to share her burden with him.

Suddenly, she steps back, looking him in the eyes. "I think we should sit down." And she tugs him towards their bed. He's too nervous to even ask what's going on again, just lets her lead him.

Once they're seated on the bed, Winry breathes in, to gain courage. She knows they're young. She knows this is unexpected. But this is something that they will cherish. This is a good thing. A great thing, really. They just need to get over the shock first.

Ed waits patiently, not wanting to set her off again, but he fells the anxiety welling up inside him. They're holding hands and he has to keep them from trembling.

Winry opens her mouth, as if to say something, Ed's anticipation peaking, but then she shuts it closed. "Winry, just spit it out." He begs her, whatever it is, he needs to know, now.

"I'm pregnant." She blurts.

They stay there, staring at each other, sitting on their bed, holding hands, frozen. Her out of fear, him out of shock.

"W- what did you say?" he asks, not really sure how to process any of this.

"Pregnant," She repeats. "I'm pregnant."

"I thought you were dying, or someone was dying, and- how do you know?"

"Because I took a test, Edward. Several of them. And the doctor told me I was. And I've been throwing up all over the place. Garfiel's the one who made me take the test in the first place."

"Wait, so Garfiel knows? Before me?" Edward springs up. "How come you told him?"

Angry, Winry stands up too, facing him. "I didn't tell him! He found out, he's not a dense idiot like you!"

"I am not dense!" He yells. "And how did this happen in the first place? I thought you were taking some sort of… something!"

"Yeah, well 'something' didn't work alright! It's here, and it's happening, so sorry to burst your bubble!" She was furious now, and she couldn't control the angry tears flowing down her face. "This isn't my fault," she heaved in a breath. "So, stop trying to blame me."

Edward's ears were ringing, his blood pressure must have been up the roof. He had to calm down, if not for his sake, but Winry's.

He felt like an ass. Logically thinking, he knew this wasn't Winry's fault, of course he was just as responsible for this as she was.

"Winry, I'm sorry." He reaches out for her and she twists out of his arms, really wanting nothing to do with him right now. "But this, this is, a lot." He manages to take her hand in his, he's definitely trembling now.

"I know it's a lot. It's been a lot to handle by myself here." She tells him, sniffing in her tears.

Aw, shit, he really is an ass. He really fucked up this whole thing. She was obviously making herself sick holding this in, waiting for him to come home so she could tell him. And when she finally manages to tell him, he reacts all wrong.

"Hey," he tilts her head up. "I'm an idiot. A baby, a baby is…" He's not really sure what to say. A baby is going to be a lot of work. A lot of responsibility. He doesn't know the first thing about babies. He'll probably fuck that up too. "I don't want to screw this up."

"Well, I don't know what to do either Ed! I mean, clearly neither of us are ready for this, and you want nothing to do with this baby, and- "

"Wait a second! Who said I didn't want the baby?" His eyes were burning now. "It's a lot to digest, but that doesn't mean I don't want it!"

There's a pause before Winry says "Does this mean you're not mad?"

"No, Win, I'm not mad. How could I be mad? I mean, it's pretty amazing." The more he thought about having a baby, the more he liked the idea. "We made something without even thinking about it."

"Don't you dare say anything about alchemy, you big nerd." She giggles, and he smiles back at her.

"How can I not! It's something that alchemy could never do, and you, you're just doing it on your own. You're so amazing." He pulls her into his embrace.

"Everything's going to be alright," he says, tucking her head under his chin. He tries to imagine what life with a baby will be like. A little human that's both of theirs. Somehow, the idea seems right.

Being Winry's husband was the best thing in the world. How could having a baby with her be something bad? Anything they did together would be amazing.

Winry's fingers trace the scar on his back. She's probably just as nervous as he is, maybe even more so. He has to be strong. This is his family and he won't screw it up!

"We really are stupid." He chuckles. Confused, Winry looks up at his face.

"We get the best news in the world and we don't even realize it." His hand pats her head, he's smiling down at her now. "A baby, a baby will be awesome. Especially our baby."

He reaches down to kiss her, and all their worries melt away. They say everything they need to in this kiss. They love each other, and a baby will only make their love stronger.

Breaking the kiss, they rest their foreheads against each other's. Of course, they still had so much to figure out, but this was a happy moment, and the news that they were going to become parents wasn't going to be tainted by their doubts. No, it will be celebrated.

"I have to tell Al! He's gonna freak!" He laughed "And we have so much to do, like buy a crib, and clothes, and food- wait, babies don't need food." He's already rummaging through their draws, trying to find something to put on.

"Edward, wait! Can we just keep this between the two of us before we start telling the whole world?" She grabs his arm to stop him. "Let's just stay in bed today, allow this to sink in."

Edward turns that idea over in his head, and he can't think of a better way to spend the day. "Alright." He says as he bends down to scoop her up. And he does in fact, find out that, no, she's not wearing any underwear under his shirt.

They spend the rest of the day under their covers. Together.