After a few hours, Charvi went home to her children. She didn't like these congenital visits but she had needs...and she didn't mind it. Well it wasn't more of not liking it, it just didn't feel proper. Not right. They weren't just two people messing around. They are husband and wife. They deserved more than just a few nights or hours alone without guards near by. Then again, Solf had to served his sentence...for what he had done.

The Ishvalan woman stood outside her home, she only had it because of Solf. Before the renovation, it was just an empty apartment with an empty space downstairs. It was hardwork to get it looking this way now. She was grateful for it, for her children, her life. But sometimes it felt like she had to trade that in for her identity. Before, Charvi a proud Ishvalan woman but now...? She wasn't Amesteran, that's for sure. And for the most part she is partly shunned by her own people for marrying and having children with the very man that nearly committed genocide on Ishval alone.

They don't understand though...he understand me...more than anyone-

"Mom!" Shouted her twin daughters.

Charvi snapped out of her thoughts. "Yes?"

"How was dad? Does he need us to break him out?" Kira shouted.

"Or maybe he already has a secret tunnel ready?!" Chanda gasped. Very excited.

Charvi raised her hands. "No...no...No!" she huffed. "No one is breaking daddy out. He has to be there."

The girls pouted. "Uggh! fine...whatever."

"Where is your brother?" she asked as she realized that he was nowhere to be seen.

"In our room. That old lady fell asleep and so we went home." Chanda answers and went upstairs. Her mom and younger sister followed. Not wanting to be bitten up by the bugs outside. "Mom...are we gonna get taken away?"

"What...what makes you think that?" Charvi asked almost breathless.

"The adults talk about you sometimes..."

"Yeah...they don't say nice things about you...or daddy..." Kira chimmed in. "Mostly daddy though..."

"Well, those people can go jump off a cliff. No one is going to take you three away from me...or your dad. And when he has finished his time. We'll be a family..." Charvi sighed. "I hope..." she whispered.

As they walked into the apartment the girls hurried off to play with their brother. Both of them talking about all the activities they will do when Solf got out of prison. Charvi went to prepare dinner, her mind oh so filled with heavy thoughts.

"Why did you join the military?" She asked him one night after a brief moment of passion.

He was a bit put off by the question. "It doesnt matter." He watched as she began to get dress, this had become almost a daily thing between in the pass few months.. Except this time, she decided to ask a question. "Why are you curious?"

Charvi shrugged. "Just always wondered what made people want to join such an organization..." She spoke softly and then sat down. She felt a bit dizzy.

"There's this place my family owns in Central...its not much...but they gave it to me when they passed. I still can see that ugly burnt orange door...such an odd color." Kimblee had said out of nowhere.

Charvi looked at him. Again...this is the fifth time...he has mentioned something back in Amestris. She watched him put his pants on. Then his tank top and then jacket. He fixed his hair and without another word, left.

This is what it was like. Sex. Then loneliness. Yet somehow...she didn't seem bothered. Sometimes it scared her. Was he going to kill her tonight? Would this be it? Though it wasn't...the thought never left. Charvi stood up and made her bed. "Ow..." She looked down and saw a set of keys. Confused, she picked them up. "He doesn't just leave things..." She whispered. She set them on the night stand.

She finished chopping the onions, celery, and potatoes. Charvi seasoned them and began to cook them in the oil that was in the pan. That memory...had she thought about all those random words then...she would've realized what he was doing then. "Then I wouldn't have stabbed him..." She said loudly.

"Stabbed who, mommy?" Chanda asked as she did the dishes. Kira swept the floors.

"Your father...a few days after I had you two..." She spoke so absently. She grabbed more ingredients for dinner. "I was really mad...I thought..." She paused. Charvi paused for a long time, the girls became worried.

"Mommy?" Kira said as she swept the dirt up then put the broom away. She slowly walked to her mother. Touching her mother's hips, "mom?"

Charvi shook a little. "I need my medicine..." She stop what she was doing and hurried out.

"What do you think will happen if mommy doesn't take her pills?" Kira asked.

Chanda shrugged. "I don't wanna know..." She whispered as their mother returned from the bedroom. Charvi just went back to preparing dinner. The girls looked at each other. Whenever she took her meds, their mom would be so different. So quiet and focused. It kinda scared them. Even when she cut herself. Nothing. "I'll help you mom." Chanda said quickly.

"It's...okay..." She spoke as the blood dripped from her finger. "Why don't you two wash up...I can get dinner ready on my own."

The girls nodded slowly, both of them walking out of the kitchen. "It's like she's not human...we got to take those away from her." Kira said as they entered their room and closed the door.

"No, Kira! If mommy doesn't take those then we get taken away. Remember last time? We might not be so lucky that a neighbor will let us stay with them again."

"Those six months without mom was awful..." Kira remembered.

"And it's three of us...we might even get split up." Chanda added. Kira gasped. "Maybe...maybe if we get her a pet? It should help...right?"

"Yes!" Kira cheered. "We'll look tomorrow after school." She added as she went to brush her hair. The girls had it planned. Anything to help their mom and get the woman off their backs. After dinner, the night went smoothly and all the children went to bed. Charvi left the radio on for the girls as one of the stations was telling a late night story. Charvi held her son in her arms and went to her room. Her home quiet and spotless. She laid her son on the bed and changed into her night clothing. She let her hair down and brushed through it. Walking to the bed and sitting down.

The infant reached over and grabbed his mother's hair, putting it in his mouth. He really took after his father. She leaned over and showered her youngest with kisses and the baby laughed. "Hopfully you'll be a better man than him." She whispered and set a couple of pillows to block him access to falling over. Charvi got on her side and laid down. The baby cooing and moving around before she gave him his pacifier and he relaxed. The only light in the room came from the full moon outside.

She sighed softly before going to sleep herself.

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I was grabbing a few things to pack this morning. The war was getting worst and clearly I couldn't stay here...I mean...I was going to you know...I didn't have anybody else...my friends left...my family...gone...all I had were memories...that is until...

I got up slowly, a hand on my thigh and one on my slow growing abdomen.

Yeah...I guess...all those nights of being with that solider...I might have gotten knocked up...perhaps.

It wasn't ideal. I don't know his name. He isn't here long enough for us to even have a light conversation. Besides his random words...there was nothing...I mean...I think so...the only reason why I am so confused is because when it first started a couple months ago. It was always just sex then done. Then he started talking about his life...I think...it was pretty vague to be honest. Something about a sister...his family I think...then he spoke about how eventually they would leave Ishval. Then a couple of other things before mentioning a home.

That was the day he left those keys. After that I left the keys in plain veiw...maybe he forgot them...but he never took them. Never mentioned them...nothing.

Then a few nights...he kissed me. I just thought...maybe...just maybe it was the passion because that night boy...we...really kept going...and then after that night...it was like that again.

Then last night...

I turned to look on the bed. Still sleeping.

He stayed...like...why?

He didn't act different. He didn't talk more. Nothing...even two months ago when I suspected I could have been pregnant...and I may have mentioned still nothing. Just kept screwing.

And I still don't know his name!

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"...nothing...deep in thought." I sighed and went back to packing the few things that had any meaning to me. Which was a few clippings from a news paper and a photo. And a few clothes. I heard him get up and move a bit before coming to me. He keeled down, a smile on his face. "What?"

"Do you think you can make it out?"

"I don't know...I'll try. This is just my "get the hell out' bag...so like...if you don't come like you normally do...I know to get the hell out of here..." I explained.

I didn't tell him...but...I was scared. Even if I manage to survive...what do I do? How do I support a child on my own? Without realizing...my hand rested on my stomach...I don't even know how I feel about this. I don't feel happy. Or sad...I just feel numb. There's life inside me...but...I don't even know if I love it...

How...am I suppose to feel?

"Why do we make a deal?" He spoke clearly,

I stared. "A deal? Why?"

"It'll be fun..."

"I...guess..."

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The next morning, the girls went to school and Charvi decided to take her baby out for a morning walk. She had her bag with her incase she saw anything she wanted to buy for dinner or anything for the house. It was a very nice day outside, despite the ugly looks she got. It didn't matter how nice some people were...there were still others who were not welcoming of her. An Ishvalan woman in Amestris. Wasn't great all the time. So couldn't find any work so she had to work outside of central.

Plus, when they saw her with her son, how light he is compared to her, the glares seem to intensify more. Charvi was used to it before, when she traveled with her mother as a child. Though somehow it was different.

She stood near the produce stand and looked for anything to use. She knew the owner stared at her and only her. "I'm not gonna steal anything...I have money..." She spoke loudly. The man didn't say a word. He just huffed. Though he didn't stop staring. She didn't see any she wanted so she left. Her son began to wiggling in her arms, she had him secure in a shawl that was basically strapped to her chest. It was suppose to be in the back but she liked facing her son. "Sweetie...calm down." She stopped off to the side and rocked him softly.

She got odd looks again. "Oh dear...is this...so wrong?" She asked her baby. He drooled on her chest. "...you are no help."

Hours went by before she got home. A few items in a bag and her son actively awake, he moved his arms and grabbed her chest. "Ow! Will you quit...its not time..." She yelled. Six months old and he was already getting on her nerves. When he giggles she just smile. "Fine...give me a few minutes." She went upstairs and set an area down for him. She put the bag in the kitchen and went to feed her baby. She hummed softly as he feed from her.

In reality..."I think this is where I need to be..." She whispered. She could say despite the way it happened. She was really enjoying her life. She couldn't picture her life without her children, she was even grateful for her very...very unique and unorthodox marriage to Solf. That despite his actions...she had a pretty good feeling he loved her. "I am alive after all. If that doesnt prove it..then what does?" She looked down, her son stared with his big eyes. "Still haven't thought of a name for you..." She frowned. She named their daughters though trying to name her son...was hard. She wish Solf would think of it, this is his first son.

She set him down and let him play with his toes while she fixed her clothes, once the girls got home. They would need to get going so Charvi could make it home on time. She walked towards the kitchen, when she heard a noise. From the girls room. Raising a brow, she walked towards it. Again she heard the sound. "What the hell?" She wondered and opened the door. Two kittens rushed out and went to her room. Charvi clenched her chest and took a deep...deep breath. "What the hell girls!" She cursed and saw a note on the night stand.

' If you're reading this then...shame on you mom for ruining your surprise! Chandra and I, got you kittens, they are strays but we couldn't decide so we got both. We love you mom and even though puppies are suppose to make people better we couldn't find any...for free. Don't be mad!'

'p.s...if you are mad...please hold kittens until you are not mad...and until we get home...'

Charvi rubbed her forehead. "I don't make enough to feed two-" she was cut off by a doorbell. Charvi sighed heavily and went to the door downstairs. "Mrs. Carlton? What are you doing here?" Charvi asked as the woman left herself in.

"Surprise visit...I am allowed those." She spoke, "do you mind?"

"I do very much but...go ahead but be quiet my baby is resting."

Charvi moved out her way and closed the door. Both women made their way upstairs, Mrs. Carlton began her inspection as Charvi checked on her son. He was fast asleep. She then checked the kitchen, the closets, bedrooms then bathroom. "I'm checking your room." She announced.

"Fine!" Charvi said to her as she covered her son half way with a blanket and got up.

Mrs. Carlton proceeded to look around Charvi's bedroom. Nothing , except two kittens that were sleeping on her bed but then woke up and ran off. The woman then remembered one thing to check, she had checked her prescriptions. Charvi went to get a small snack ready. Before she knew it, the woman came rushing back with her medicine that was marked for today. "Are you...serious?" She spoke breathlessly.

The Ishvalan bit her upper lip, a surprise look on her face. "I...I thought I took it..." She whispered like a child.

"I knew it! All I needed was one little thing. I knew this was an unsafe and unstable home." She said as she set the meds down and began to leave.

Charvi clutched the knife tightly. "What! Noo! I'm sorry...it was just one time, I had so much on my mind. I'll take my medicine, I swear." She stepped in front of the woman. "Miss-"

"No, Mrs. Kimblee, in this country we take our jobs serious. And when it comes to the welfare of children that is no laughing matter. Who is to say that you won't 'forget' next time? Hmmm?" she scoffed. "Do you really think we will ignore this?!"

Tears began to fall. This woman can't leave, if she did. Her children will be gone and she couldnt have that. "W-wait..." The social worker began to walk pass Charvi. Her mind made up. "WAIT!'" The Ishvalan woman grabbed the woman's arm and turned her around.

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I...I...I don't know what happened. I didn't mean it. I love my children. If she had just listen to me-...

"The bitch had it coming."

"Who said that?" I asked as I look around. I didn't see anyone in my living room. I looked down and saw her laying there, her hands around the hilt of the knife that is now in her chest. I gasp. "Oh no! I am so sorry! Mrs. Carlton. I don't know what happened." I said as I tried to grasp what just happened.

"Help...me..." she choked. Blood spat from her mouth.

"Right." Quickly I got up and went for the phone.

"Why are you helping her? She was just too eager to take your kids and you gonnna help the bitch now? Just end it. Kill her and move on. Problem solved."

The phone in my hand. "I can't just do that. That's . .." I looked in the direction of the voice. On the table was one of the kittens my daughters had brought home. I honestly didn't know cats could talk. "...that's just wrong."

"Oh and her ass making your life worst? puh-lease." the kitten snorted.

"Don't you mean purr-lease?" I giggled.

"Bitch, shut the hell up." her ears went down. I stop laughing. The Black and white kitten hissed at me.

"Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't condone this." The dirty blonde kitten jumped on the counter. "But I agree, kill the bitch."

"I can't . ...I mean..." I gripped the phone tighter. I looked at Mrs. Carlton. Struggling to live. I looked down at the kittens. They had a point..."but where-"

"The basement. Doesn't your military husband have some chemicals down there?" the black and white kitten spoke.

I frowned. "Well, yes..." I tapped the phone in my hand. "I...I guess...she's dying anyway...right...and she can't be saved...right?" I looked to the kittens for advice.

"Whatever floats your boat. Just better do it before she stains the wood." the blonde said and then they both jumped down.

"Oh no!" I dropped the phone and hurried. First, I kneeled down to her. "Don't worry, I got you." I smiled. I grabbed the knife. "You'll be better soon. Trust me, I've done this before." I assured her as I drove the knife further into her. She spat up blood and grabbed my clothing. The woman is in pain. What else could I have done? When her hands dropped to the floor, I took the knife out, setting it in the sink. Then went to work.

Grabbing the old bedsheets that my daughters ruined, I wrapped her up and drugged her downstairs. Of course, I lost my gripped and she fell but results are results, am I right?

After I dragged the body to the basement, I hurried and cleaned the floor where she was at before the blood settled. Using really strong chemicals, I had to open the windows. After that, I went back to the basement. Kicking her down another set of stairs before closing the door, locking it, and going down myself. It has been a while since I was here.

After feeling the wall for a minute, I found the swtich and turned on the lights to this scary, dark basement. I shook the chills I gotten and set up an area for Mrs. Carlton. I set her on one of the wooden tables I was gonna use for my dinning room but it was too bulky and ugly for my taste, so I'll just use it as a cutting board. I knew this table would be handy.

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Charvi, wrapped in her thoughts began to take off her clothing. She couldn't keep these, they were trash. The woman went and grabbed an axe that was in storage. It was something Solf had from his childhood. With a deep breath and firm grip, Charvi began to rid her evidence...piece by piece.

Humming joyfully.

Hours went by and the girls had came home, they were expecting their mom to be in a foul mood because not only did they skip a few hours of school but they took in stray animals. Slowly they opened the first door. Nothing except for the strong lingering smell of cleaning. They then tip toe upstairs, both of them heard humming. Curious they hurried up to the house, expecting their mom to be tapping her foot on the floor and getting ready to yell at them and about to toss those kittens out when they got in. Opening the door, the girls found out...she wasn't mad. She was happy...very happy. The twins stared at each other, their mother was happily baking.

"Mom?" They asked worriedly. Her humming stopped immediately.

She stopped what she was doing and turned to face her daughters. Smiling. "Oh...I am so glad you both are home. I have had the most fantastic day ever." She announced so proudly as she chopped an apple in half.

Author's Note: I am sooooooo sorry. I kept forgetting my notes on this and trying to keep with the facts of FMA...in this AU...fiction...anyway, I'll get the next chapter out asap. Try to fill in blanks or whatever,

Hope you guys are enjoying this.