I really hate this chapter. I really. Fucking. Hate. This chapter. No lie. I have absolutely no clue why; I just do. Don't all authors have chapters/books they don't really like but publish anyways? Artists paintings that they despise but they display them and sell them regardless? Now I'm just rambling and making up excuses and such. There really are none; I guess I'm just a bit off my game lately. I apologize for that. Hang in there, ne? I'd hate to lose readers/fans for something so stupid as a few bad days.

Edward: Goooosh, I'm tired of listening to you going on like that.

Roy: And I'm tired of listening to the both of you argue.

Me: WELL I HATE BOTH OF YOU NOWSHUTUP! -huff-

Edward: You're so mean. T_T

Roy: What the hell?

Me: Now. On with eeeeet!

Thanks to all readers, and people who favorite/alert me/the story. Even more thanks to people who review, because that lets me know how much you're enjoying the story and stuff. =D I LOVE YOU GUYS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. It came from Hiromu Arakawa's head. IF I DID, Winry would be dead, in the most gruesome way I could come up with. Roy and Edward would fuck in the most imaginative ways that are up in my heeeeeaaad. And, trust me, there are quite a few.

Warnings: Foul language. Winry. Huh, not many for this one. xD

Enjoy! (But I still really hate this chapter. The pace just feels... bleh, and there's not much going on in it.)


It had been about a week since Edward had realized he was starting to show. Since then, he hadn't gotten morning sickness again. Roy was still very gentle with him, even refusing to have sex. The neko had tried to convince his lover that he'd been fine if they did, but the other had simply said, "Give me some time. I'm still trying to get used to this, and I don't want to hurt either of you."

"Ed, I've been thinking."

"Uh-oh. Got a headache? Or maybe we need to call someone; you thinking is dangerous."

"Would you listen instead of cracking jokes?" Roy asked, grinning slightly nonetheless. The neko popped a bite of pancake in his mouth, then motioned with his fork for the other to continue. "When Hughes' wife was pregnant, she didn't start showing for… months, not just one. Must've been about three or four. Trust me, I never heard the end of it from Maes. You're only a little over a month in. Why are you already showing?"

"I-" Edward dropped his fork onto the plate, brows knitting together. He looked down at himself, pulling up his shirt a bit and brushing his hand lightly across his stomach. "Oh my damn. Roy!" He looked back up at the dark-haired man, eyes wide.

"It'll be okay, Ed. It just… Well, I don't know. But we'll go see the doctor and see what he says. And I'll find a place for us to stay, okay? That way nobody else will figure it out."

"Shit!"

"Wha-?" But Edward was already down the hall, hand clamped over his mouth.

"Shit." Roy repeated, getting up and following the blond quickly down the hall to the closest bathroom. Ed was leaning over the toilet, gagging and choking. The Fuhrer knelt down behind him, holding his hair out of the way. His free arm wrapped around the younger's middle, hand lying lightly on his pregnant stomach. Edward coughed, then spat into the toilet and flushed it, panting a bit.

"Morning sickness?" Roy asked quietly, reaching into a low cabinet and grabbing a white cloth. He leaned over to the large bathtub, running cool water over it before turning the water off and wiping it across his younger lover's forehead and cheeks.

"Mhm."

"I'll call the doctor later."

"Nnnnnnngh." Edward moaned, leaning over the toilet bowl again. "I think I'm dying."

"Whaaat?"

"Relax, not really. Ugh, you just…" A kiss to the side of his neck silenced him. He was feeling a bit better now, though he was still a bit nauseous. "Should probably tell Alphonse today." Actually, they'd planned to tell the younger Elric the day five days ago, but Edward had started panicking and decided to put it off. "Mind driving me over there later?"

"Not at all. Soon as you're ready."

"Good. Come on."

"Ed, shouldn't you-"

"Noooooo!" Ed replied- again, practically sang- as he got up and walked down the hall. "Hey, Alexander. Some more herbal tea? To go?"

"Of course, Mr. Elric." Alexander had stepped out from the kitchen at his name, and now he stepped back in to get Edward's tea. The blond walked up the stairs slowly, clearing his throat. The nausea had eased off even more now, but he was still careful about it. He changed into a pair of looser pants and one of Roy's button-ups. The sleeves had to be rolled up a bit, but at least it hid the bump better than one of his own shirts would have. His shoes were at the door, so he met Roy- and his cup of tea- in the living room.

"You ready?" the dark-haired man asked, smiling at him and holding out the travel cup. Edward took it and nodded, sipping from the steaming liquid.

"As I'll ever be. Let's go before I change my mind."

The ride to Alphonse and Winry's house was mostly silent, with Edward staring out the window and worrying about just what the hell he was going to say. After all, nothing about this was normal. The car stopped. The neko continued staring at the window, cup still pressed to his lips. Roy watching him for a few moments before he cleared his throat.

"Right. I'm going." Edward opened the door and hopped out of the car, leaving the cup behind. Before the Fuhrer had even reached the door, the blond was knocking on it, bouncing on the balls of his feet. A very tired-looking Alphonse, still in his sleeping clothes, opened the door just as Roy was walking up the stairs.

"Al!" Edward hugged his brother hard, just like he always did.

"What're you guys doing here so early? And you didn't even call…" Al mumbled sleepily, returning the hug.

"Oh, well, uh…" Edward pulled back, crossing his arms over his chest. "I kind of need to talk to you. It's really important, and… I meant to come a few days ago, but-"

"Come on in, then. Shouldn't really be surprised, what with it being you we're talking about." Alphonse stepped aside to let them both in. Edward toed off his boots before wandering into the living room, curling up at the arm of the couch before anyone else had even followed him in.

"Al, who was at the- Oh, hey, Edward! We weren't expecting you!" Winry exclaimed, bouncing into the living room.

"He says he's got something to talk to me about."

"Oh, something about work?" the blond mechanic asked curiously, finishing up trying her robe.

"Well, no…" Edward mumbled, avoiding everyone's gazes. "It's sort of… more… personal than that."

"Oh. Uh…" Winry blinked a couple of times. "I'll be, uh, in the bathroom." She hurried back up the stairs and Edward's sensitive ears picked up the sound of a door shutting quietly and water turning on.

"So, what's this about?" Al asked, taking a seat on an armchair across from him. Roy settled down beside the neko, arm draped over his shoulder. The younger Elric noticed that his brother was staring all about the room, but not at either of them.

"Well, uh, you're probably gonna think this is really weird and…. Well, fucking impossible. We thought the same thing, but after all that's happened I guess it's not all that surprising, what with-"

"You're rambling, Ed. Get to the point." Al said with a fond smile. The neko's ears flattened again his head, one of his sharp canines digging into his bottom lip.

"I'm pregnant." he blurted, golden eyes flickering over to his brother. Alphonse was staring at him, eyes wide and lips parted.

"What the hell? You're jerking me around, right? Whose idea was it? Havoc's? Wouldn't put it past him…" At the stony looks Roy and Edward were both giving him, the man trailed off, shaking his head. "Holy shit, you're not kidding. How?"

"I… don't know. I don't even think the doctor knows." Al was pacing by now, running his hands through his hair.

"Oh… God. What the hell? This is just… What're you going to do?"

"Keep it. We're planning to… take a vacation for a little while. Long enough that nobody'll realize, and then we'll come back."

"I can't believe this."

"We can't either, Alphonse." Roy had been silent up until now, and it was the only words he'd said since they'd gotten here.

"You won't tell, right?"

"Of course not! Nobody'd even believe me, anyways!"

"Thanks. We'll, uh… let you wrap your head around this. Come on, Roy." Edward mumbled, getting up and walking back to the door. He was slipping his shoes back on when Alphonse came up to him.

"How far along?"

"Dr. Neumann says about a month, a little over now. But… I'm already showing. Something's speeding it up or… something. I don't know. But… I'm going to try to figure it out." Edward replied, straightening. He hugged his brother one last time, all saying their goodbyes before Ed hurried his lover out of the door.

"I think he took that rather well." Roy mumbled, starting the car.

"That was the hardest thing I've ever done." Ed groaned, wide eyes locked ahead of him. Well, maybe it wasn't really the hardest thing he'd ever done, but, at the moment, it rather felt like it.

"If it helps, things will only get harder."

"Ugh, I hate you." They continued like that the whole ride to Central Headquarters, then they hurried up to Roy's office so no one would see them. Edward insisted they'd know something was really wrong if they saw him, and Roy humored him by playing along. "Now you find someplace for me to hide during this, or I'll fucking kill you. You got that?" And who was he to argue with that?


Everyone agree it sucks? Thought so. Leave a review and let me know just how /much/ you hate it. The next will be better, I hope!

Edward: She doesn't have much to say. Scary, huh?

Roy: Note the sarcasm in his voice.

Me: I repeat, I hate you both. -_- ALSO, I have a very nutty idea. I spoke of it before, though it may have been on a different story. If I'm on your author alert, you'll probably see something about it soon. If not... Well, you most definitely won't. Like I said, it makes me certifiably insane, and the idea's very rare and stuff. So... Yeah...

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hugs&kisses~ Madarao