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Seven Years Later…

The morning sunlight shone in through the windows, illuminating the lightly sleeping pair in the bed. The sheets slowly rise and fall in rhythm of their breathing. Shall we take a closer look? Okay, but we must be quiet. We wouldn't want to wake them.

There, it's a bit easier to see them now, isn't it? One who had seen them seven years ago would instantly notice one difference:

Both are wearing wedding bands.

Ever since Lieutenant- or, as he's known these days, Colonel- Jean Havoc stopped smoking, he's been able to bulk up a bit. He's got some decent-sized muscles now, and is quite a good fighter. He's currently at what Sheska has dubbed his 'Boxing Weight'.

Speaking of Sheska Havoc, she's asleep on the right side of the bed right now. Her glasses are on her bedside table, next to the photo of her and Jean on their wedding day. Winry Rockbell served as the Bridesmaid, and Roy Mustang was surprisingly kind enough to be best man. Not that he's able to do much of that anymore, as he's too busy running the country.

On a separate note, Roy is still trying to get the Presidential Council to pass the amendment making all female officers wear miniskirts. General Hawkeye makes it a point to give him a whack over the head whenever he mentions it now.

Back in the Havoc bedroom, the door silently swings open. A small form tiptoes across the carpet without bothering to close the door. It stops in front of Sheska's sleeping form.

Poke.

"Mommy, wake up."

Poke. Poke.

"Mommy, wake up! It's Saturday!"

Sheska opens up one sleepy eye to grope on the bedside table for her glasses. She slips them on so she can get a better look at her daughter. She smiles warmly. "Hey, kiddo."

Beatrice Havoc inherited her fathers blond hair, but also got her mother's bad eyesight. At five years old, some of the kids in her class tease her about her glasses.

"Mommy, it's Saturday! It's time to get up!"

Laughing softly, Sheska stands up as her little girl leads her out the door. "Beatrice, answer your mother something: Why did I tell you last night that we'd be having pancakes for breakfast when I know you love pancakes so much?"

Beatrice looks at her mother with cute puppy-dog eyes. "Because I'm your daughter, and you love me and want to shower me with love and affection?"

Laughing again, Sheska picks up her daughter and gives her a hug. "You know me too well, kiddo."

"I know."

Later, as Sheska pours the batter into the pan, she hears footsteps behind her. A pair of strong arms wrap around her from behind. "Morning."

She closes her eyes and cuddles into her husband's embrace. "Morning yourself."

Jean cranes his neck over his wife's shoulder. "Are those pancakes?"

Sheska smiles. "No, Beatrice decided to have me make some of her mud pies this morning."

Jean smiles back. "Well, you know how much I love her cooking."

Sheska's laugh is cut off by Jean's quick kiss. The two stood there in the middle of the kitchen, just enjoying each other's embrace.

At least until the burning pancakes set off the fire alarm.

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Well folks, that's it! I hope this was an adequate finale. I'd like to thank all of you for sticking with me through this seven-month train wreck, and those who convinced me to continue this pas the original oneshot. Thank you all, Good Night, have a pleasant tomorrow, and God Bless America.