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Eden's Point of View

After that night, Mustang changed.

It was bad enough that when I woke up he ordered me to get dressed and leave his house. I was barely able to walk from the soreness. Not to mention I was sticky and gross. I stumbled my way through Central to get back to my hotel room. I got many looks on the way, but my heart was too heavy to care. The least he could have done was give me a ride, even if he wouldn't let me use his shower.

When Al saw me, he ran to my side and helped me get to the bathroom. He tried to ask me what was wrong, but I just shut him out of the room. I turned the shower on, took off my clothes, and sat under the spray, to tired and in pain to stand much longer.

The days and weeks and months that followed were not much better. His eyes that once were gentle at most and welcoming at least were cold and borderline menacing. The first time I had seen him at work, I flinched from the way he was looking at me. His tone was clinical and professional. He no longer teased me the way he once did. His tolerance for me was nonexistent. It was as though he now wanted nothing to do with me, and was doing his best for me to leave him alone.

I was no longer special to him. He had used me and threw me away. I was no different than any of the other women he had been with in the past.

I explained all of this to Hughes. I hadn't wanted to, but he needed to understand. He had to know why I couldn't talk to the Colonel. The man wouldn't let me speak to him unless it was professionally and work related. How the hell was I supposed to tell him that I was three months pregnant?

"He has to know. If nothing else he is your CO. If he tries to send you on a mission now, it could endanger not only your life but the baby's as well."

"You don't understand. How am I supposed to tell him that he got me pregnant when unless he asks me a question, I am not allowed to speak? I tried to give him documentation from my doctor, but he wouldn't take it because it wasn't a report. Damn it! I am so stupid! First Al and now this. How am I supposed to get Al his body back if I am a mother? I need to be constantly traveling and following leads. I am the worst person in the world. Maybe I deserve to do this alone. Everyone is better off without me."

"Eden, you are more amazing than you know. Roy just needs to know about the baby. Once he does he will be back to his normal self."

"Yeah, until the baby is born and he wants nothing to do with it. How could I have thought he was worth giving in to?"

"I know it may not seem like it, but he cares for you a lot. I will talk to him. He must have a good reason for the way he is acting."

"Yeah, he does. I am now used goods. He wants something new."

I know for a fact that Hughes talked to Mustang. He was still distancing himself from he, but now is gaze was less cold and more concerned. He knew something was up with me. I had been required to report in every day and help with paper work now that I was temporarily stationed in central. Al had to keep calling in for me explaining that I was going to be late due to not feeling well. I know that no one had believed it at first. They thought I was trying to get out of work. I would only go in once I was feeling almost back to normal. The others, even though it was me, were starting to complain when they thought I wasn't listening. I know Hawkeye said something to Mustang. This led to me getting in trouble with him and getting called into his office.

"Fullmetal, care to explain why you seem incapable of arriving to work on time?"

"I haven't been feeling well."

"I find that a bit hard to believe when every day you come in seemingly fine."

"I only come in when I am better."

"Are you sure you are not just coming in when you feel like it? From now on you are to arrive here at eight o'clock on the dot. No exceptions. If you or Alphonse calls in again I will have you stay late to make up for the time you were gone."

"That is perfectly fine. I will stay later, but I can't guarantee that I will be able to come in that early."

My willingness to stay late caused his mask to break a little. Surprise was written down on his face now. It lasted a few more moments before it was gone.

"Tomorrow. Eight o'clock in the morning. I mean it Fullmetal."

So the next day I got up at five to try and give my stomach enough time to settle before going into work. The only thing this succeeded in doing was prolong my suffering. I arrived to work at the same time as everyone else. They all, including Mustang, seemed surprised to see my face pale. I was taking deep breaths to try and calm my stomach. It was working until Breda came in with donuts and coffee. The smell hit my nose and bile rose up to my throat. I only had time to get to the trash can before I started to vomit up the water I had been sipping in an effort to settle my stomach. They all watched in utter shock as I vomited. I could feel their stares on me.

Hawkeye came over and grabbed my braid and bangs and pulled them away from my face to make sure that they didn't get dirty. She stood on one side of me and Fuery stood on my other rubbing my back to try and help me. Finally, I spit into the trash and stood to my full height.

Hughes decided to walk in at that moment. Seeing where we all stood he was able to figure out what just happened.

"Ed, what are you doing here?" He asked me.

The "you know you are suffering from morning sickness" was implied.

"Mustang." Was the only answer that he needed.

He looked to his friend, sighed, and shook his head. He moved to stand by me causing Hawkeye and Fuery to move.

"You should be in bed resting."

"I know. Tell that to your buddy over there."

"Hughes, did you know she was sick?" Mustang asked.

"Yeah. You and Ed can talk more about this later. And if she doesn't tell you then I will."

The last tidbit was more for me than him. He was giving me an out without being obvious. Despite his kindness, I couldn't look at him. Instead I chose to look at the area below me. Unfortunately my view was the contents of the trash. The room was starting to smell like vomit. My stomach lurched again. My face must have turned green because Hughes was holding my hair back like Hawkeye had done as I leaned forward and dry heaved.

My stomach hurt like hell from its tensing. Once I was able to speak, I groaned out "I am so sick of this."

"Well…" Hughes said softly near me.

I knew what he wanted to say but didn't: "This is what happens when you are not careful." With my glare I hoped to convey my reply of "Tell that to your buddy there."

After a bit my stomach calmed down again. I leaned against the wall for support.

"I will call Gracia to see if she knows anything that will help." Hughes went into Mustang's office. Mustang had started to follow but Hughes purposefully shut the door in his face. I smirked as Mustang grumbled to himself. He quickly pushed his friend out of his mind as he focused on me.

"Fullmetal, if you were this sick then you should have said something."

I glared at him.

"Don't you think I fucking tried, asshole? That is what I was telling you yesterday and while Al has been calling in for me. Do you honestly think that if I was simply being lazy he would have gone with it for so fucking long? There was a reason he was the one calling the office, not me."

Everyone in the office had guilty expressions. None of them had thought of that.

"You have been calling in for a while now. You could have told me about your illness a while ago."

"And how, pray tell, did you expect me to do that when every fucking time I tried to, you wouldn't let me speak?" I was practically snarling at him. "Does it not occur to you that if I could have done something to avoid all of this, I would have. I even went to the doctor's, got documentation of what is wrong with me, got the forms for extended leave, and tried to give them to you. Did you fucking take it? No! You refused to even open the goddamned folder the forms were in." Now I was crying. "So excuse me for not trying harder to tell you, but I gave up."

Frustrated with both him and myself, I simply left the room and went to Hughes' office to wait for him. Before I left, I saw a glimpse of Mustang's crestfallen and self-deprecating expression.