And it was off to live her own life from then on.
It had been three years.
Ella had formed her own life. She had gone from Central to Resembool with her son in tow. Johnny had become a lot like his Mother. He had a short temper and was quick to anger. His hair was golden like his Mother's, but styled like his Father's. His eyes were onyx, something Ella didn't know if she liked or not.
Ella was not in love with Roy. She had never been in love with Roy, she was just attracted to him when she was drunk as hell. The result of her drunken state had caused her to wind up pregnant, giving birth to this beautiful boy that acted just like she did when she was young.
She had grown as well. Her hair was now mostly left down and whenever she wasn't in Central she didn't bind her breasts-which had grown from breastfeeding. Her body was more defined and her curves were more evident.
Ella and Johnny were currently in Central. Ella had turned twenty and Johnny was three. She was at the market while holding her son's hand. This time, though, she kept her breasts unbound and her hair down along with female clothing. She didn't bother since no one would run into her.
She stood corrected when she bumped into Roy Mustang. Her eyes widened and she looked away from him quickly.
"I apologize, miss, it was my fault.." he trailed off when he saw the small addition that stood by her side. "Who is this?" he asked softly, bending to the boy's height.
"He's no one you need to no, Colonel," Ella said quickly, lifting Johnny to keep him away from Mustang. The man stood to his normal height.
"It's been a while, Ella. So, I assume that major Elric wasn't wrong in his assumptions. You got pregnant and kept the baby. My baby," Roy said.
"My baby, Mustang. He's just mine, so leave me alone," Ella said. She didn't even bother with her shopping, quickly walking out of the market and towards her apartment.
Unfortunately, Roy followed.
"You know, Ella, I could always get my rights," Roy told her.
Ella got to her apartment and opened the door, setting Johnny down. Roy walked into the apartment as well.
"Nice place," Roy said.
"Johnny, go to your room," Ella ordered which her young son nodded and obliged.
"Johnny, huh?" Roy smirked. Ella glared.
"Look, Mustang, I am not your toy. I am not going to be your little lap dog or let you see my son. I worked hard to get what I have, and I'm not going to let you ruin it!" Ella shouted at Roy. She didn't worry about if Johnny could hear. She knew he was a good boy, and wasn't listening. He was probably playing with some of the toys they kept at the apartment.
"You sound like my major," Roy said. "Can I at least talk to him?"
"No. You can't talk to my baby," Ella told him. He completely ignored her and walked towards Johnny's room. Ella took matters into her own hands and clubbed him in the head with her automail arm.
An hour later, he finally regained consciousness. Ella had braided her hair for more comfort and found some pajama pants with a tank top. Her automail arm in full display, it never occurred to Ella that Roy may guess who she was, after all, he had been illusive for years.
"What the hell..?" Roy said to himself as he sat up from the sofa. Ella had managed to pull him on top of that after he passed out.
"You passed out, old man," Ella said. She had situated herself in the arm chair, an old movie playing on the television and a bucket of ice cream on her lap that she was eating out of.
"Where is he?" Roy asked harshly.
"I took him over to a friend's house after you passed out. I want to talk to you without any little ears," Ella said.
"Well, spit out what sort of insults you want to say," Roy ordered.
"You're a pompous ass who doesn't think of anyone but himself, and always ordering subordinates around to get them to do the dirty work while you sit in your office and spin around in your little wheelie chair as you get kids to send you reports that you later badger them about with their handwriting, and they can't write any better because they have to write with their left hand because of their automail!" Ella started off quieter, though in the end, she shouted.
"Fullmetal?" Roy asked with wide eyes. He saw it now. He saw him inside of her. A boy with long hair in a braid and eyes the color of the sun. A young girl with long flowing gold hair and the same eyes. The only thing that was different were the breasts, though they could easily be hidden with the right equipment.
"Dammit!" Ella shouted, hurrying to let her hair out of it's braid. She should've known that would end badly.
"I had sex with a girl, my major leaves on sick leave, now my major is here with a three year old boy that looks like me. I should've figured this out earlier!" Roy growled to himself.
"You should've figured it out when I was ten. You saw me bare chested as a ten year old girl and thought I was a boy? Seriously, you're slow. I mean, even Hughes figured it out, Gracia too," Ella said.
"So..you're Ella. The poor girl I slept with and then abandoned. That was why you were so angry with me about just casting off away a child," Roy said with a sigh.
"Exactly. You made your choice. You wanted to think I got an abortion, or gave Johnny up for adoption. It's over, I don't want you to think of him, or ever see him again. He's mine, not yours," Ella said with a glare.
"Can't we just talk about this?" Roy asked.
"No! He's mine!" Ella shouted.
"Edward, please. I want to see my child, and I have the rights to go against you in court," Roy said.
"You wouldn't do that. Then it would be displayed publicly that you slept with a coworker, and a minor," Ella smirked.
"I'll court marshal you. All of your money will be gone, you'll have no choice but to relinquish your parental rights to me," Roy chuckled.
"I stay in Resembool with Al and Winry whenever I'm not here. I don't really need this place if I won't be in the military," Ella said cunningly. Roy knew he was stuck.
"Ed, just let me see him whenever you come to Central. He'll have questions about his Father later on, and you'll be the one to blame for him not having a Dad. Just like you didn't have a Dad," Roy said.
"Shut up! I didn't need a Dad, and neither does Johnny!" Ella began to get defensive. No one talked about her Father without getting shit thrown at them.
The lamp was now broken.
