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Chapter 3.

Four years later

As Roy entered the house a small, raven haired boy ran up and hugged his legs.

"DADDY! You're home!" Said the boy. Roy smiled at his son as they walked to the kitchen. His son turned 2 year-old three weeks before. Ever since he was born was talking up a storm nonstop, even if it could not be understood.

Riza smiled at Roy as she spoke, "Little Roy, why don't you show your dad your drawings."

"Okay! Come on daddy let's go see them, mommy say's their very good!" Said Little Roy with a big smile on his face.

Roy had to laugh at this, apparently his son wanted only his opinion. "So what are these drawings of?" He asked.

"I'm not really sure; they're just drawings I guess." Little Roy confessed.

"They walked into the living room, that had a bunch of paper spread all over the floor.

"Whoa." Roy said when he saw what was drawn on the pages. Transmutation circles.

"Where have you seen these?"

"Mainly your hands and some boy with yellow hair." Roy's eyes went wide.

"Riza! Has Ed been here?!" He yelled over his shoulder.

"Yeah. He was here yesterday." She answered.

"What?! Why?!" Roy yelled.

"He had some paper work for you. It's in your study, on the desk." Riza said, walking into the room while wiping her hands on a towel.

"But when did he see Ed's transmutation circle?!" Roy was confused.

"I don't know maybe he asked to see it and Ed showed him?" Riza replied.

"Oh, and he doesn't ask to see mine?" Roy said.

"Roy, he has seen yours a million times." Riza said exasperatedly.

"When?!" Roy asked darkly.

"Every time you pull out your gloves!"

"…Oh…yeah…" Roy laughed.

"Daddy, I want to learn how to shoot fire out of my hands!" Exclaimed Little Roy.

"Sure, first thing tomorrow." Roy patted Little Roy's head.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Maybe if Ed and Al taught him…" Riza raised an eyebrow. "He is not going to be another 'Flame Alchemist' because there will never be another. Right Roy?" She asked expectedly.

"Umm…Yes, you're right Riza. Sorry Roy but I can't teach you Flame Alchemy." Roy gently said to his son.

"Okay, Daddy. I still want to learn Alchemy though." Little Roy gave his father a puppy dog face.

"Alright, but now it's time for bed." Said Roy

"Okay. Night Mommy! Night Daddy!" Little Roy ran up to his mother and hugged her legs. He then ran up to his father and did the same before he ran up to his room.

"Why do you not want him to learn flame alchemy?" Roy asked in a hushed voice.

"You promised me long ago that we would never take part in the creation of a 'Flame Alchemist', so no we will not teach him that." Riza explained.

"Alright, but I still get to teach him basic alchemy." Roy said defeated.

"That's fine, but no fire. Got it?" Riza asked him.

"Okay. I promise. No fire." Roy answered.

"Alright, I trust you. Are you ready for bed?" Riza asked.

"Yeah, let's go." Roy stated and walked up the stairs. As they walked past Little Roy's room. Roy found his son curled up on the bed fast asleep. When they got to their room they climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Riza woke up at six A.M. the next day even though it was Saturday.

"What are you doing up?" Roy asked sleepily.

"I need to get breakfast started." Riza said getting out of bed.

"No, come back to bed. We'll go out for breakfast. We don't even have to work today. So come on." Roy insisted.

"Fine. I'll lie back down. But I'm getting back up at eight." Riza replied.

"Fine with me." Roy said happily.

As promised Riza was out of bed by eight along with Roy and their son. They were on their way to breakfast by eight-thirty. And by nine-thirty they were done with breakfast and on their way to the park to run around.

When they got to the park they saw four people sitting on a bench. As they got closer one of the four on the bench heard them and looked around.

"Hey Roy, Riza, Little Roy." Said what looked like the oldest boy there. He was older than twenty years old and had long blond hair that was braided. The woman sitting next to him also had long blonde hair and it was in a ponytail. She also looked around twenty. In the woman's lap sat a small boy also with blonde hair, he looked about two years old. In the man's lap was a brown haired girl who looked the same age as the boy. The two kids looked like twins.

"Hi, Uncle Ed. Hi, Aunt Winry." Little Roy said with a smile. Little Roy loved his Aunt's and Uncle's but he loved Ed and Winry the most. "Hi Trisha. Hi Little Alphonse."

"Roy why don't you take Hayette over there so he can run around." Riza said.

"Okay mommy." As little Roy and Hayette ran away from them Roy and Riza sat down to talk to Edward and Winry.

"Kid's why don't you go join Little Roy?" Winry asked Trisha and Little Alphonse. They just nodded and got down, running up to Little Roy. The three little kids started laughing.

"So, how have you two been?" asked Riza.

"Not bad but your husband keeps sending me on missions, I think he wants to keep me away from Winry." Ed replied.

"Nah, it is only because you're an alchemist and they are hard to find now-a-days. So you get whatever job I give you." Roy explained.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." Ed muttered.

"Stop acting like a small child Ed." Said Roy.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HIM WITH A MICROSCOPE?!" Ed snapped.

"I didn't even say that Ed!" Ed yelled back.

"Roy, Ed, Stop it!" Yelled Winry. As they yelled they heard a click of the safety going off of a hand gun. Both men froze stiff that they were about to be shot at.

"Riza, why do you have your gun?" Asked a scared Roy.

"I have to have it in order to keep you in check of course." Riza stated exasparatly.

"Next time please leave the gun at home." Roy said.

"Only if you two promise not to fight every time you guys are within five feet of each other. Now, stop fighting! Or else!" Riza yelled.

"Yes Ma'am!" Said Roy and Ed in unison.

"Now, can we please talk like civil people?" Riza asked.

"Yes ma'am." Roy and Ed said.

"Winry how is work going?" Riza asked. Winry owned the local Automail shop.

"Oh…Uh…Good I guess…You?"

"Not bad Roy still has not been doing his paper work, so I have to watch him all the time, but it's not bad" Riza said simply.

Roy asked them if Ed and Winry wanted to go over to their house for dinner that night. Ed and Winry answered yes and said they had better be going. As they said their goodbye's Little Roy, Trisha, and Little Alphonse came back over and said they were tired. Roy told his son that they would head home. Ed and Winry picked up their kids and turned to leave. Roy took his son's hand and led him home.