"Edward Nicholas Mustang, you pick up your things right now!" Riza shouted through the house as she was cleaning. She couldn't help but frown at the skateboard that had been taken apart laying on her floor in the living room.
Riza had changed, that was for sure. In fifteen years of being a parent, she had decided to grow her blonde hair out long, and she had changed her attitude as well. Being a parent had definitely softened her. The woman picked up a bin and began to pick up the school bag, books, and skateboard parts, throwing them in the bin.
"Don't do that!" a groan emitted from the top of the staircase as a flurry of blonde teen slid against the railing of the stairs in hopes to reach the bottom faster. "Come on, Mom, quit it!"
"Maybe you should start picking up your things when you get home from school. Then I wouldn't do this," Riza gave a sigh. "Help pick these things up, they're mostly yours. Your Father is on his way home, and then we're going out to eat."
"Yes, ma'am." the teen saluted, letting his Mother give an amused laugh as he began to help pick his things up. A school bag, hairbands, text books, skateboard parts, tools, and a binder of homework.
Edward had changed from the wailing infant he was fifteen years ago, and had become a young man at fifteen years old. His hair turned out a golden blonde, just a bit darker than Riza's, and it ran a bit past his shoulders, being kept in a blonde braid. His eyes remained the same golden eyes they were before, and he never did ask why he didn't look like his parents.
Unfortunately, with age, Edward had grown an attitude, as well as a nickname. Everyone had grown to call Edward, Ed. It was shorter, and a lot easier to say than Edward. After all, Edward Nicholas Mustang was a mouthful. He didn't grow too tall, either, which had resorted Roy to tease Ed by calling him a pipsqueak, something the teen hated.
"Go put those things away while I go change." Riza said, retreating from the room to go to her bedroom and change her clothes, leaving Ed by himself in the living room.
He didn't hesitate to start putting everything away, he knew how his Mother could be when she was angry. So, Ed put everything away as told, and managed to stuff the rest in his closet. He would regret it later, his parents would go in there and decide to throw everything out, ordering him to clean it, but it didn't matter for the moment.
Ed's room was like an average teen's room. His walls were painted a baby blue, something he wasn't too fond of, though could never decide a color to change it to. His bed was a queen sized bed, and it laid against the wall. He didn't have a bed frame or anything, preferring to keep things simple in the whole bedroom department.
Across from the room, there was a desk that had books on it, as well as a computer monitor, and under the desk had the computer. Edward was a fan of being on the internet, liking to talk to friends through a chat room. It was easier to get projects for school done that way.
The carpet was a blue color as well. Edward wanted to get it switched to tile, though his parents said they wanted him to think on it for a while, that he could get it done when he was eighteen.
When the phone rang, Edward had thought to ignore it. Though, by the third ring he assumed that his Mother wasn't going to answer it.
Probably doing her hair or something..Ed thought to himself. He ran down the stairs, sliding on the railing to get down faster, and picking up the cord phone in the kitchen.
"Hello?" he asked into the phone. He could hear the breathing, he knew someone was at the phone. He just didn't know who.
"Are Roy and Riza Mustang there?" a female voice asked quietly into the phone. Ed blinked in thought for a moment before responding.
"Who's asking?" he asked. It may have been a childish response, but he didn't want to give out any information about his Mom without knowing who it was.
"Trisha Elric." the voice said softly.
"Alright, I'll get my Mom," Ed said. He noticed a faint gasp from the caller as he said his Mom, and he placed the phone down to go get Riza. "Mom! Someone's on the phone!" he called out as he ran closer to her bedroom door.
"I'll be out in a minute, Ed." Riza's voice sounded through the door, and even though Edward had to strain to hear, he could still hear her. He decided to run back to the phone and pick it up.
"She's on her way out." Ed said, and as soon as he finished the sentence, Riza was out and holding her hand out for the phone.
"Hello?" she asked through the phone. Ed noticed that she had done her make-up, and was wearing pink lip gloss, along with eyeshadow that complimented her brown eyes.
"Riza, it's Trisha.." the voice trailed off. Riza tensed slightly, and waved for Edward to go get ready. She mouthed that they didn't have much time and the blonde listened to his Mother before retreating from the room.
"What do you want, Trisha?" Riza asked once she heard Edward's bedroom door shut. "Don't tell me that you want to have Edward back."
"I just want to meet him," Trisha said softly. "I won't have another chance to do that."
"Trisha, please, can we talk about this later?" Riza asked, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Edward and I have dinner plans with my husband, and he's on his way home. I have to finish getting ready."
"Can't we at least talk about this?"
"We can talk about it when my husband is present. I will call you as soon as I can, Trisha, but for now, please, just let this be." Riza said before hanging up. She didn't give Trisha the chance to tell her anything else she didn't want to know. Riza didn't want to give her son up to that woman. The son she had raised for fifteen years to a woman he didn't know. All she did was give birth to him.
"Who was that, Mom?" Edward asked as he walked out of his room, pulling a shirt over his head.
"Oh, it was nothing, Edward," Riza brushed off. "I think I hear your Father outside. Go say hi to him, I have a few things I need to get and we'll go." she said. The woman noticed her son shrug and he walked outside of the house wearing a red t-shirt and some jeans.
With haste, Riza worked to her desk. As a web designer, she kept her things neat, and had a desk for all of her personal things. Her desk stayed in her room, since Edward always managed to get his grubby hands on things when he was a young child. She finally found the paper that she was looking for, and read through it thoroughly.
Trisha Elric has given up full parental rights of Edward Nicholas Mustang to Roy James Mustang and Riza Elizabeth Mustang.
When Riza reread the piece of paper that had been collecting dust for fifteen years, she sighed in relief. With this piece of paper, she would never lose Edward. It was far too late for her to loose Edward.
"Mom! Let's go!" Ed called as he cracked the front door to call back into the house. Riza let out a chuckle before she grabbed her purse.
"I'm coming, Ed!" she called back as she made her way out of the house.