They sat on the bed. Trisha clasped his hand tightly as she stared at the timer on the bed side table. When it rang she sighed and looked at Hohenheim and onto the pregnancy test on the bed. His eyes looked so hopeful, after all they had done everything they could to get pregnant. It had to happen this time. Then the single red line appeared. She sobbed and put her hands to her face. Hohenheim held her as she cried. It had been their fifth month of trying, and the longer this went on the less they felt they couldn't build up hope each time. It was too soul destroying.
Later that night he held her to him as they went to sleep. He stroked her hair, her eyes flickered slightly as thoughts bubbled into her head. At one point he felt her stroke his arm. He looked across but she was still asleep. He sighed deeply, settling more comfortably into the bed. He pondered how empty the house felt since they had lost Willow. It was nearly the anniversary of her death and he couldn't help but wonder the affect that day would have on Trisha if they hadn't conceived by then.
Over the next few days Trisha's mood seemed to change like the wind. One minute she was busy making her amazing tart for dinner. Then the next she was yelling at the carrots because she'd dropped them. And then crying because they didn't have any carrots in the house to cook. Hohenheim wasn't sure if he was helping but he did the best she could. Trisha just felt like a bomb that was about to go off.
On the morning of an important party, Pinaco Rockbell's 40th, where they got the chance to dress up in fancy dress Trisha was sick. She was throwing up violently and couldn't hold any food. Hohenheim stayed at home to look after her, after sending their apologies. But when her fever got higher he took her to the hospital. They rushed her in and did all the routine tests. All Hohenheim could do was watch as his wife was poked and prodded, with no results. He felt so useless.
A few days later, Trisha was at home still ill in bed. They received a phone call.
"Hello, this is Doctor Rockbell calling from the hospital. Can I speak to Mr Hohenheim please?"
Hohenheim was pleased to hear his friends name but the fact they were calling at all was worrying. "It's me," He said gruffly. "What is it, is it about Trisha?"
The voice at the other end laughed, "Hey! Just wanted to let you know what was wrong with her. Well, not wrong. But it looks like we're both in the same boat."
Hohenheim felt confused, "So this is good news?" He asked hesitantly.
"Oh yes my friend, in 6 months you and Trisha are going to have a baby! She's pregnant. Get some vitamins in her and she'll be fine." Dr Rockbell chucked as he delivered this news. Thinking of his heavily pregnant wife.
"Thank-you!" Hohenheim said, and he hung up then fell to the floor. "It's a miracle…" He murmured to himself.
The he ran to their room and grabbed his wife into a bear hug, she was sweaty and her hair was disgusting, she was also slightly annoyed to be woken by him in such a barbaric way. But she smiled all the same at his bug cheesy grin!
"What is it sweetheart?" She asked sitting to be more comfortable.
He merely grinned more and yelled, "We're pregnant!" He grabbed her into a hug again and he could feel his shoulder to grow wet. He pulled away. Trisha was crying, but this time they were tears of joy.
"We did it!" She said, smiling amazed at him, "We fucking did it!"
*9 months later*
Trisha and Hohenheim stared at their baby. He was a big one, 10 pounds and 11 ounces. He had golden hair and eyes, and a stupid cute little flick that had recently started to spring in his hair. When he was asleep he had a habit of resting his hand on his belly, and he was such a happy child. But when he had a strop you knew about it.
Despite the sheer exhaustion and the energy it took to meet little Edwards needs they were happy. The void and emptiness in the house and their hearts that had been left behind by Willow was slowly being filled by this precious little boy.
They looked at one another and kissed. Both Hohenheim could hardly believe that they had not only Ed but another one on the way. Hohenheim felt so happy, he felt like he didn't deserve this. He finally had his family, and boy did it feel good.
