A/N: So I have been getting a lot of alerts of this story and I love that, but I think that people should review. (: Know why? Because reviewing is awesome. So yeah, that's about it. I love critisim too, as long as it is constructive and not rude.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own FMA, I only own Felicity.
Roy paced after he hung up from Riza. He had no idea what to do with a baby. He walked over to the sofa to make sure that she hadn't gotten up. He wondered if she could walk yet. However, to his pleasure, she was asleep, thumb in her mouth and clutching the blanket in the other hand. She was kind of cute, but that wasn't the point. He had a life that now depended on him and he didn't even know what to do. He paced around the sofa. It was some sort of new found fatherly instinct to make sure that his offspring was okay. Felicity stayed sound asleep with her thumb in her mouth. He sighed and looked towards the window as he saw headlights flash in through the large bay window of the living room. The girl on the sofa stirred and opened her violet eyes. She mumbled something and held her arms out to Roy. He huffed and picked her up off the sofa, just as there was a knock at the door.
"Lieutenant?" he called through the door to be sure, he didn't want news to get around to quickly.
"Yes, sir?" Riza replied. Roy unlocked the door and opened it. "What's the big…?" Riza's sentence stopped when she say the raven haired girl on Roy's hip. She had her face buried in the fabric of his shirt. "Is she-"
"That's what the papers say," Roy said. The toddler reached up and pulled on his hair. "Stop it," Roy growled at the girl. She flinched and buried her face in his sleeve again.
"Sir," Riza scolded. "You can't talk to her like that. She's just a kid." Riza held her arms out to Roy, "Gimme her," the Lieutenant said. Roy handed the girl over Riza. Felicity clutched at the sleeve of his shirt, but released her hold on him once Riza had a hold on her. "She's cute," the blond said as she stared into the pools of violet on the girl's face. "What's her name?" Riza's eye's never left the violet ones.
"Hmm? Oh, Felicity Rayne," Roy answered. "Come in."
Riza did as told, trying her best to keep her eyes off those of the young girl. Her eyes were intimidating. They dared her to hold their gaze. It was like she could see right through Riza. "She's got your nose," Riza stated to him, touching her nose. The girl laughed. "Aww," Riza cooed. Roy tossed her a quizzical look. "Sorry, sir," she said as she sat down on the sofa and he collapsed into the chair.
Riza sat the girl on her lap and held her hands. Felicity took hold of Riza's index fingers and giggled. Her dark hair fell over one of her violet eyes as she looked down and shook her head. She really was adorable. She was the cutest child that Riza had ever seen. Maybe it was because she looked similar to her father. Roy wasn't a bad looking guy. Riza let her eyes settle on the man in the loveseat. He looked about as certain as Felicity did. Roy was exhibiting duck-like behavior, and Riza was one of the few that could see it. On the surface, he was calm and collected. He was sitting back in the loveseat with his feet propped up on the ottoman and arms folded across his chest. However, on the inside, he was panicking. He had no clue what he was going to do with this kid.
"She's likes you, Lieutenant," Roy said.
"It would appear that way, sir," Riza replied.
Felicity whined and squirmed in Riza's lap, drawing the attention of both adults. Riza assumed that she wanted to get down; however, she wasn't sure if she was walking alone yet. Well, when was there going to be a better time to find out? Riza placed the girl on the floor and she let go of her small hands. Felicity wobbled for a moment, but gained her balance. She then turned her attention to Roy. He spotted that look of determination in her eyes as she took a wobbly step towards him. The small girl reached towards the sofa for balance and then continued her trek to her father. It was a tedious trek, her steps were careful but she was sure of what she was doing. After a few slow steps she started to take bigger, faster steps. Roy worried that she'd fall, but said nothing. Felicity ran into the side of the ottoman and pulled on the navy blue fabric of Roy's pants. Roy looked down at her violet eyes and saw her reaching up to him.
"Up," she demanded. Even at a young age, her voice was musical and sweet, and even in a demanding tone, her voice was still sweet.
"Sir, I think that she wants up…" Riza joked.
"It would appear that you are correct," Roy answered, but he made no move to pick the girl up.
"Up!" she demanded again. Roy continued to ignore her. "UP!" she squealed again.
Roy had no choice but to pick her up. She was holding her breath and pouting. The Lt. Col. Mustang reached down and picked the girl up off the floor and sat her in his lap. Taking control, the young girl snuggled into Roy's chest. Roy's arms fell around her waist in a natural manner. The girl's thumb slipped into her mouth and she drifted off into sleep. Things were quiet in the living room for a while. Felicity slept calmly in Roy's lap while he leaned back against the back of the chair, trying to fight the oncoming migraine. He was the first to break the silence.
"Lieutenant?" Roy said suddenly drawing her attention from the sleeping toddler.
"Sir?" she responded.
"Do you know why I took her?" he asked her.
"Aside from the fact that she looks just like you," Riza asked in an out of character attempt to make a joke. The Lt. Col. nodded. "Why?"
"Ishval," was his simple answer. He sighed and looked down at the girl. "I took so many lives in Ishval, so many families were destroyed. Families destroyed at my hand. Lieutenant, I'm a murderer," Roy mused. "These hands are stained, forever covered in the blood of others. There's nothing that I can do to fix that lives that I've destroyed and taken. But, this girl; this kid is my first attempt at trying to repay the debt that I owe to society. She's going to help me." He shifted his weight and looked out of the window. Felicity burrowed deeper into the fabric of his shirt. He met Hawkeye's gaze in the window. "That is if I can keep her. Lieutenant, they don't teach you how to raise a kid alone in the academy. I want to repay my debt, but I can't risk this child's life to do it. I'd never be able to live with myself."
"Sir, you're not alone. Hughes, I'm sure, would love to help you out and I've always got you're back," Riza was loyal and she truly would have the Lieutenant Colonel's back.
