Unsettled
"I don't know what to do." Ed exhaled, settling under the sheets, holding Winry in his arms.
"Mm." Winry rolled over onto her belly to face him, resting her chin on his bare chest. She knew what she had hoped for him to say and even though his decision would affect where she lived too, this was something Ed needed figure out on his own.
She would be returning to Rush Valley in a few weeks, to finish her apprenticeship and finally receive her official Automail Engineer's license under Mr. Garfiel's training. She was eager to return, she hated that she had to leave her patients, with no explanation, a few years ago. Her mind wandered to Tetsuo and his leg. Had he outgrown the one she made him? He had to be a teenager now. Then there was Mr. Crowell, who had just begun rehabilitation right before she left, she wished she was there to help when he re-learned to walk on the leg she made for him. If any tweaks needed to be made, she was confident in Mr. Garfiel's work, of course. She missed him as well, she enjoyed their late nights, talking over tea, going over new 'mail designs and the occasional tease about her almost non-existent love life at the time. If only he knew how things were now between her and Ed, that they were married. He'd be thrilled. It was practically a whole different world in Rush Valley, a world she fit into perfectly. She felt like she had things figured out for herself, somewhat.
Edward, on the other hand.
"If I take this job, I just can't really picture us living in Central." He began, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "It doesn't feel like home to me."
They received a letter from Brigadier General Roy Mustang a few weeks ago, proposing a job with the military to Edward, specifically in their Alchemic Specialists division, giving him a generous promotion. It would be a well paying job, that would help provide a comfortable life in central and more, but it didn't feel right. Without his alchemy, he wasn't sure what kind of help Mustang thought he would be. He had also vowed to leave the military once he and Al regained their bodies, but he has yet to resign or be discharged. Mustang obviously thinks he has no hope of a future without him, the bastard.
"We could make it work, if that's what you wanted." She reassured, pecking him sweetly on the nose. "When I finish up at Garfiel's, I could look into opening my own shop in Central."
"You would live in Central?" He raised an eyebrow, "I never imagined that would be an option."
Winry shrugged, "I can help people wherever I go, you're the one who needs to figure out what you want as a career and I know you're restless here." She really didn't like the idea of him still being enlisted in the military, but with Mustang moving up quickly and a new Fuhrer in place, she had hope that things would be different. With his and Al's journey ending, the transition from that to an every day life has been challenging for Edward. He spent most of his adolescence and young adult years traveling the country, then an additional two years in the West. Taking this job in Central would be good for him and she knew it. With wanderlust running strong through the Elric blood, it would balance him with occasional traveling and enough time to be home with her and despite what he may say, Mustang and his crew were good people that she knew Ed needed around.
"Win?" He nudged her, "Whatcha thinking?"
It would take time, for Central to feel like home and for them to settle down there, but she knew that it was a good place to start at least and that Ed would thrive in the career he was offered.
"I think," she sat up, holding his hands in her own. "Central is calling your name." She stole a kiss,"Our names."
He smiled, "Central it is, then."