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Warning: Past MPREG.


Chapter Six

"Sir, maybe you should hit the gym shortly after work from now on? I'm not saying that you're fat or anything," she quickly added seeing his annoyed look. "But you could you know, get some muscles by working out there. Right now you are flabby."

Roy glared this time and Hawkeye didn't particularly feel it necessary to think what she had said was a bad thing. Breda was laughing at the statement. Roy couldn't possibly blame them. He did look fat and it got so bad that he couldn't find much of a comfortable position lately. He supposed it was because he had so much weight in front of him that he couldn't do much of anything. The doctor told him to come for another checkup soon and to go on leave so he could get plenty of bed rest. His thought was screw that. He'd go on and take leave then go visit Kimblee.

"Chief are you sure you aren't just pregnant? It'd be a funny irony knowing your lady friends." Havoc cracked a smile like he was just playing but now Roy knew more than ever to watch what he did in front of his subordinates. They were obviously too smart for him.

"What do you think?" He made sure to seem distracted although he was certainly happy today. Why wouldn't he be when he got his leave papers back signed and ready to take off. He'd come in tomorrow but after that it would be a nice period of not having to show up to work at seven thirty every morning and listen to the damn higher ups talk about their various prowess and power.

Havoc shut his mouth after that for Roy was glad. It wouldn't pay to have them know. Oh they would definitely know about the kid as for giving birth, that was hurtful to his pride and he didn't think he would actually want any of his subordinates to know.

"Sir, do your paperwork and then go hit the gym. I can't believe you'd allow this to happen."

Roy nodded distractedly, attempting to finish all paperwork. He didn't believe Hawkeye had meant to seem so hateful but she honestly didn't know why he was bigger than usual. He didn't bother to tell her what it was though. He wasn't going to tell anybody if he could help it. Maybe Hughes later if he didn't annoy him so much but as for who fathered this darling baby, the only way they would find out was if Kimblee was let out of prison.

"Okay, I'll hit the gym."

He really wasn't but it had made for a nice excuse.


He didn't pay attention to his middle being in a hurry to show up early to work for once since he was on leave after that. He had visited Kimblee last night and when the man wasn't playing with his hair, he was massaging Roy's aching feet much to his delight. Kimblee sure was a sucker for him it seemed. He paused to make sure the papers in his arms didn't fall and entered the office. His subordinates froze and even Hughes seemed to cough into his palm distractedly. Quirking an eyebrow, Roy finally noticed what they were getting on about.

He wasn't just fat anymore, he was huge!

He groaned before continuing on into his office. It was no wonder he was breathing so much easier this morning. The way the baby had previously been situated made it hard for him to get a deep breathe in. But now, he looked like he pigged out way too much, he was even bigger than Armstrong was buff. He dropped the papers on his desk before dropping into his seat. How would people take him seriously if he's waddling, he wondered momentarily before letting loose a sigh. He was riding lower anyways so did it mean the baby would come soon? He didn't know but decided it didn't matter much. He had to get this stack done before he left today.

"Lieutenant Colonel what a surprise. I don't usually see you this dedicated so early in the morning."

Roy happened to look up and seeing the Fuhrer standing there, he quickly stood and saluted him. The man just laughed before insisting that he sit back down. Roy nodded and Bradley seemed thoughtful for a moment before clearing his voice. Roy kept his ears opened for what he wanted to talk to him about but then the man seemed too deep in thought about something. Whatever it was, Bradley quickly gave him a small grin.

"You be careful alright?" At Roy's nod he continued. "You're important no matter how much you wouldn't believe so. I think that you need to hit the gym though. People are gonna start talking about your weight issues and you know we can't keep somebody in the military that can't even run."

"I know sir. It's just baby fat. It'll go away in a month." Or so he hoped. He was thirty four weeks so he had better be rid of all the excessive fat.

"Of course. You just don't truly look like it though and that's what I find odd. You still have a good looking face. I bet the women must fight over you like crazy. You are going to cause a lot of heartbreak." Of course, once they found out Roy was already in a relationship and had since Ishbal. But that was something he wouldn't dare tell the Fuhrer unless he was sure that there wouldn't be any regrets. He'd tell Hughes first anyways before telling this man.

Once he was out the door, he only was able to relax for a second and turn back to the paperwork that needed his attention before Hughes entered. He tried to ignore the man and the Hughes didn't seem even mildly upset at that for he just took a seat in one of the couches as though just being in the room was enough for him.

"What do you want Hughes?" He couldn't let the man wait for long. They both had work and as much as he'd like to entertain his friend, he didn't want to humor him. He had Kimblee for that.

"I'm getting married in a month. I know it's late but would you like to be my best man? Of course you really would need to lose the weight-"

"Damn it Maes! I'm not keeping this weight. It's going away soon because even I can't stand it." Hughes looked confused. It didn't pay to have the man like that because he often became curious and even went far to investigate it. Very helpful with the stuff that Roy needed but his friend was excessively nosy as well.

"Okay, but why would you know anyways? It takes months for you to get as thin as you were-"

"Easy I have a high metabolism," he replied smoothly. He really had. The doctor let him know that when he had his glucose tested and a bunch of other tests when he was twenty eight weeks. The Rh factor shot was a bitch and he had Kimblee to thank for that. The man was A + whilst Roy had been B- making the baby possibly positive and the doctor hadn't wanted to risk it. It wasn't like it would hurt, he had told him.

"Okay, but if you really had one, you wouldn't be so hefty now." Roy smiled.

"I'm proving a point Hughes. I gained all this weight and I'm going to lose it so fast that you're all going to be so jealous."

Hughes laughed but decided to let it go. It seemed he bought it and he admitted it was such a huge feat. No one was able to get the best on Hughes, but it seemed he had and that alone was amazing. Sighing, he continued to hurriedly get through the papers while Hughes watched with an amused expression.

"You really are devouring the paperwork Roy. Take it easy. I know your leave starts tomorrow and everything but you should want to enjoy yourself. Next time I'll take leave too and we could have fun just you and me."

"You're taking leave when you marry your wife right?"

Hughes blinked.

"That's why I said next time because that leave time has already been approved."

Of course, cause Hughes is on top of that like usual. Roy just nodded before flipping through the next set of papers. All having to do with stupid installation requests. He shook his head, making sure what he was signing wasn't a bunch of bullshit before placing it on the other side with all the finished paperwork. Hughes whistled.

"Maybe you should go on leave more often if it gets you enthused in getting the paperwork done. On the other note, what had the Fuhrer have to say." Oh he just had to bring that one up.

Roy flinched.

"He said I need to lose weight and that military personnel shouldn't be this fat basically."

Hughes laughed.

Of course it paid when they realized he wasn't just packing pounds. And Roy would be laughing the day they realized that he wasn't just fat and it was the baby.

Pay back was a bitch.


"You shouldn't be here so close to the birth of our baby," Kimblee complained. Roy let him, snuggling up closer and adjusting himself again. It was so hard to find a comfortable spot now but he was glad he had been officially on leave.

He had been visiting every day for the past week now. Being thirty five weeks shouldn't be a deal but apparently it was. The doctor told him he was ordering bed rest and that Roy was dilated two centimeters already whatever that meant. He was resting although he doubt he would mention that to the doctor. It would just sound so wrong. 'Yeah doc, I am resting whenever I visit my incarcerated boyfriend. All I do IS rest and you shouldn't worry about anything so much because he takes care of me really well already.' That wasn't going to cut it.

"Look at that, the baby isn't only riding lower but when it kicks I see the feet." Kimblee seemed to like that the best. Roy just wanted the pest out so that he could sleep on his stomach again which although he rarely did, he liked to have that option. Kimblee chuckled seeing that look. "The baby will come soon enough which is why I don't get why you aren't at home."

"I want to be here with you." Roy tried to reach him but it seemed that Kimblee was done with the bullshit and really wanted to know what was plaguing his boyfriend's mind. "What's wrong baby face? I love you and I'll say it every day for as long as I'm alive to let you know it. You know I love you right?"

Roy nodded so Kimblee eliminated that as the possible reason for Roy's uncharacteristic clinginess. He only got this way when he felt horrible or feared something. He really wanted to know not because he hated a clingy Roy though, he wanted to know honestly what was causing his boyfriend pain. It wouldn't do to keep a relationship with this man and not continue looking out for his wellbeing. Roy sighed.

"Hughes is getting married in a month. He told me a week ago and he wanted me to be his best man."

Kimblee frowned.

"What does that mean though? You do want to be right?" At Roy's nod, Kimblee leant forward and pulled him into as much as he could with the limitations. Damn them, he wasn't going to blow his pregnant boyfriend up and yet the guards usually never came over here when Roy was.

"I do but I was also just thinking, what would have happened had you not gone to jail? Would we be in that position I wonder or something similar? I don't know and I know that can't be answered because you received life in prison but damn it I wish I had what Hughes had sometimes."

"Roy." He sighed awkwardly settling for stroking his back. "It's okay to feel this way. It's okay to be sad you know. It's even okay to cry." He knew that the man wouldn't and that seemed to be the problem. He was holding this in for how long? He wanted the man to know that he loved him though. He pressed his lips against Roy's before continuing.

"I don't know either what would have happened if I hadn't been incarcerated but that doesn't mean you should feel jealous of that man. I still gave you half my heart and you have everything else remember? Same with you right?" At the nod he smiled. "I doubt many people have that now cheer up. If it's about the weight issue though, I'll smack you. You should be able to know already that the baby is the reason for the weight gain and you're going to lose it real soon if not right after you pop out the baby."

Roy nodded finally and he was allowed to get closer to him. Kimblee sighed seeing as how it looked like he was going to be sleeping here again tonight. He frowned wishing that Roy would be smart and go to the hospital and check in. He needed to stay there until the baby was safely delivered. Sighing, he surely hoped nothing else happened.

He would have been better knocking on wood since everyhing so far had become the opposite of what he hoped for.


"AH! MOTHER FU-DAMN IT!"

Kimblee awoke already annoyed and his frustration increased noticing the dampness on his sheets. It would be like pulling teeth trying to get new sheets. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was about two in the morning. Damn it fit quite well.

"Why the hell are you shouting at two a.m.?" Roy was hunched over and gasped instead of answering only serving in worrying Kimblee more. "What the hell and why are my sheets all wet? I'm going to enjoy the shower privilege they give me tonight, but will they give me new sheets are the question-"

"Ahhh! I don't think I'm feeling good actually. Is my stomach supposed to hurt this close to the baby coming?" Kimblee frowned.

"Well I'm not a baby expert but I would have to say that when the baby is born, there is usually pain involved-ARE YOU SAYING THAT YOU ARE HAVING PAIN IN THE STOMACH?" Roy nodded making Kimblee jump up as fast as he could to rattle the bars in hopes of catching the guard.

He wasn't as annoyed seeing Stephen on duty as he usually was and let out a relieved breath before pointing to his boyfriend. Stephen was still confused and he realized the other reason he usually didn't deal with the man. Didn't he know that his boyfriend couldn't have this problem now? What if he had problems with the baby that they didn't know or maybe the baby was being born? He wouldn't know, God he didn't know what was going on. He pulled at his hair making the guard look over and sure enough he looked nervous.

"I'll get the on call." He left him to that and went back to his boyfriend who was now had beads of sweat coming down his forehead. He didn't know how to approach his boyfriend's situation and could honestly say that he didn't want to ever know how. Damn, childbirth could be very difficult, he thought. Where is the damn doctor?

"Hey I brought my buddy Devon. I know it ain't the doctor but the closest we could find on short notice since our on call is at the hospital trying to deal with delivering some breech baby. I heard they were twins too-"

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHO IT IS, STOP THIS PAIN!" Kimblee couldn't help but chuckle seeing that his boyfriend was finding this quite painful. Anxious situations did this to him and even though normally Roy would have understood, this man was in quite a lot of pain and didn't hesitate to sink his pearly whites in Kimblee's arms.

"What the hell! Why'd you bite me?"

Roy seemed vindicated.

"You laughed at my pain you asshole!" Kimblee didn't really think it would be amusing but hearing his man talk like that sent a wave of lust crashing through him. Damn he had to stop thinking that way though since this emotion was what caused all this in the beginning. Even though later it had evolved into love, he still felt that emotion thanks to Roy. Who wouldn't lust after his body? Even pregnant he had a certain shine to him. The only problem was most wrote it off as laziness.

"My bad." He yelped when Roy punched his arm, sighing until the guards brought some blankets and to Kimblee's delight, new sheets. "Take these things off."

Steve looked at Devon and they both shrugged before removing them. They were carefully hesitant although they doubted he was going to do anything with the other man in labor. Damn, why hadn't they noticed earlier that all the symptoms were caused by the man having a baby and not by being too lazy? They didn't care and didn't ponder it much anymore.

Kimblee held Roy's wrists down getting tired of the abuse. He knew that the man was hurting and it couldn't have felt good, but he was in no way, shape, or form a punching bag and Roy would get that before he did something back.

"Ahhh!" Roy moaned in pain right after the contraction went away making Kimblee chuckle. Roy tried to break away but Kimblee held him down to prevent another further assault. "Let me up!"

"No, you aren't thinking right. I swear you are more hyped up when you're in pain than any other time I've seen you-"

He was cut off by Roy's scream and honestly thought they could do without it. He eyed this Devon person, hoping he knew what the hell he was doing. He looked nervous though and he took his eyes away from Roy for one second and that was all it took. He was punched, not hard though either. Not wasting another moment, he had Roy's hand and bit down hard on his knuckles until he was sure that it was a good enough distraction from the obvious pain he was already in.

Roy was obviously not going to come up from the pain anytime soon but his mental process was a little more clear than it was five seconds ago which made Kimblee satisfied at least for the moment. He turned back to the man who was fidgeting and Stephen himself didn't seem to enthused with the situation but then again it was already five in the morning.

"What the hell are we doing?" Devon gulped visibly but that seemed to get him focused as well.

"I'll get Stephen to get the supplies. I don't suppose the baby would just wait for the doctor anyways." He trailed off and Kimblee found himself thinking, no shit dumbass. My baby doesn't doesn't do shit based on your calendar. "Your boyfriend will have to drop the lower half of his clothes thought."

Kimblee raised an eyebrow at that. Oh, okay. He went over and helped him shrug them off, holding in a gasp at seeing tiny feet. He eyed Devon to see what he thought about that but apparently that wasn't supposed to happen at all! Devon went over and nudged it lightly before seeming to calm down.

"The baby isn't dead but this is a dangerous position for it to be in. Could still die if we wait too long for the parent to start pushing." Roy bit his lip feeling another contraction before letting the scream rip from his throat. "We're lucky being in maximum security cells, there's not much that people would get out to the others but we need him to stop screaming as well."

Kimblee was more worried about the bleeding. There was quite a bit dribbling down from the opening where the feet where hanging and to his amazement the little feet were moving. Stephen came back with a large bucket of hot scalding water. Roy was shuddering and fisting the sheets beneath him but Kimblee suddenly knew how much it must have hurt him just by looking . He could only think that it was a good thing it wasn't him but felt guilty as he felt Roy writhe again from the pain of it.

"There's no doctor, this is bad Devon," Stephen said aloud not even bother to hide the fear from his voice. "What if the baby or both gets lost!"

"Dumb ass shut the hell up!" Kimblee was glaring at hearing that. They spent a good twenty minutes and he didn't see anything happen. Maybe those dumbasses should call a doctor was his thought. Not like they would think that though. They were only the guards he thought sarcastically. Roy seemed to have different ideas.

"Baby's gonna die? Zolf what the hell is happening!" Kimblee quickly pinned him down before turning to Devon. "Fucking do something to fix this. I don't want him panicking and shit."

Devon nodded.

"Okay, first things first and I helped delivered my sister's kids so this is a piece of cake. Trust me and I'll make sure that that won't happen."

Roy nodded but flinched and would've screamed had Stephen hadn't shoved a rag into his mouth. When Kimblee glared, Stephen stepped back but Devon stood him down. He nudged him back beside Roy's side and then got down to where the baby was and sat there.

"Don't worry, we just don't want the risk of anyone hearing this. Okay mister, next contraction you feel, you have to bear down and then begin pushing."

It was easier said than done. But Roy nodded holding onto Kimblee's hand. The next one he tried but couldn't hold it very long. It was the same with the next fifteen contractions but the man didn't seem so worried. Instead he was keeping post and watching the baby. Another contraction hit and screaming into the rag, he pushed again, holding it for fifteen more seconds before collapsing back onto the bed. Kimblee was dabbing the sweat from his forehead but wasn't laughing anymore, not like it had been in the beginning anyways. Feeling another come, he grimaced before another scream ripped from his throat, muffled by the rag. He bore down and pushed anyways. He would never get used to this pain.

Devon didn't expression didn't change although Stephen was the one pacing back and forth. He was the worrier and it showed in the way he was behaving. Roy grimaced knowing what was coming and bit into the rag finding it a lot better than screaming himself hoarse. Stephen finally jumped up and grabbed his keys locking up the cell behind him watching looks of confusion cross over at the action he had taken.

"Devon, I need to tell Jacob not to send anyone here unless we want an unexpected visit from the Fuhrer himself. And you know Jacob is a tattle tale. So I'll be right back."

It didn't stop Devon from trying to coax Roy into holding on longer than he had been although in response to that he just whimpered in pain but did try. It was proving to be unsuccessful. They were already going on around three and they were only half way. The baby's little shoulders weren't even out yet but it was proving to be the hardest part for him to push out. Yikes, at least he knew he didn't want to feel what it felt like anymore.

"Come on, you need to do more than that," Kimblee snapped trying to get the man to find the will to finish. It was getting difficult though and their replacements weren't going to keep the explanation long. They were okay with one visitor with Kimblee but they wouldn't be happy when they found out that there had been techniqually two all along.

"Damn it push Mustang! You aren't weak, are you? A little weakling! You can do this!"

"I can't!" Roy was sniveling now, the rag had long lost hold from his mouth and he was moaning and groaning whenever the the waves of contractions became stronger. "It hurts too much!"

"You survived Ishbal! You survived a damn bullet! Are you saying you can't push our baby out? It's only three more and you have to hold them. Not long but long enough for her to come out!"

"I'd rather take the bullet!" Roy yelped before Kimblee sunk his teeth into Roy's knuckles once again. Roy let loose a trembling scream before Kimblee refused to hear that behavior anymore. Devon interrupted the fighting trying to get this over with. He didn't want to stay here much longer and it was starting to show just how long this was causing him.

"If you don't keep pushing, you can suffocate her. Do you want her to go this long without breathing?" He didn't think she was cut off from oxygen but those two didn't . In response, Roy whimpered and winced before getting ready to bear down again. It showed that he no longer wanted to do this any longer. He was really trying instead of going every fifteen to thirty seconds before giving up. " Okay two more."

Roy groaned.

"You guys said that three pushes ago," he whined miserably.

Kimblee just laughed but became serious seeing as how Roy was very close to crying. It didn't help that blood was pouring down the sheets and mixing with the blood that long ago dried and crusted on Roy's thighs. He would definitely need a shower after this. Roy snapped his eyes shut tightly and gritted his teeth before again bearing down and pushing as the contraction ripped through his body. There was a weak cry and Stephen had come back with a suction, not exactly the bulb suction that would help but efficient enough to remove the excretions in the baby's mouth and nose.

Devon used what they had in the medical ward to clamp the cord, effectively getting the baby into the blanket before handing her off to Kimblee right away as though she was infected. Roy lay panting but happened to look over and over the dark raven soft baby hair he saw on the little head, he noticed that her lip was tinged blue. It didn't pay to get the parents worried so Devon quickly intervened.

"She didn't get enough oxygen for a little bit so of course she was gonna turn a little blue. She'll be better in a little bit." He tried reassuring them by tapping her heels getting a crying protest by the infant who didn't seem to like that at all. "That's why it's dangerous to have a baby naturally that is in the breech position. The doctor's usually recommend a C-section."

Kimblee couldn't believe the fact that he helped bring such a baby in the world just stared in shock. This was what was in Roy's stomach all this time? Who knew that this would be the result. It was already apparent that she was Roy's and yet he couldn't see a single thing that he would claim came from him. Maybe the ears but he didn't really know for certain he added in his mind. When she opened her eyes though, that was when he knew that there was no way that anyone else could have made her. She had the same eye color as him and now that he could see it, had the same hands only smaller since she was a baby. He almost found himself crying but unlike Roy, hid the very fact that he felt that way.

Instead he said in a confident voice, "Now you have to name her something epic Roy. Name her something that would stick like Heather, Caylee, or something. Okay?"

Roy nodded and hesitantly placed his finger on her nose. She didn't seem too happy with that and let out an angry cry. He smiled before brushing his lips against her forehead. Kimblee understood what he was getting at and slid down laying the little newborn between them. Roy smiled and gave him a kiss before closing his eyes. Kimblee found it harder to sleep than the man who had just done the impossible by bringing a miracle into the world. Touching the baby's head, he wondered how something like this could happen. He knew woman did it every day. Hell a new baby was born every thirty seconds but for his boyfriend to go fifteen hours to do this was a true miracle. He just wondered if he were allowed to be a part of this tiny angel's life.

Kaylee, as Roy had decided on seeing as how he liked the name that Kimblee suggested, slept on contently not knowing what would become of her in the future but knowing that both the voices she heard so often were near and brought her into a thick sense of security.