Oh my, I'm writing like a mad man. Thank you anyone who is still reading this. I am terribly sorry about the last chapter, but hopefully this one makes up for it. This one made me cry too, but it a good way. I really hope you like it. Oh, and there's slight mpreg (I'm so proud of myself! I used to hate it!)
Tsukiko: -cautiously approaches-
Ed: Damn you...
Nina: You two are great friends, so shut up and make up!
T&E: O-O Oh my goodiness!
Nina: -growl, hiss and spit-
Chapter 9:
A Life Remembered
"Up!" Four year old Roy Mustang Jr. commanded of his mother. Strangely enough, he had been born to the man named Edward Mustang. Though he was male, he was able to have children; he had a womb within him. His late husband, Fuhrer Roy Mustang, was the father of the young boy, and Roy Jr. was the spitting image of his father. Coal black eyes, short raven black hair, all features of his late father, and all loved by his mother, Major Edward Mustang, former Fullmetal Alchemist.
"UP!" He commanded again, jumping angrily with his arms raised. Ed stooped down and swung the young boy up onto his hip, nuzzling the boy's neck. Roy Jr. wrapped his arms around his mother's neck and laid his head gently on his arms. Ed knocked three times on the wooden door and received no answer. Two minutes later, Ed knocked again…no answer. Worried, Ed opened the door to his father's house and barged into silence. The stench reached him before he saw it, and Ed covered Roy's eyes on reflex.
Before him lay his father: dead. Van Hohenhiem had been killed, exactly the same way his lover had been killed, the same way his teacher, Izumi, had died. "That damn Selim…" he muttered, turning away and walking back out the door. Roy was tugging on Ed's hand furiously, and when Ed finally released him, he turned on Ed with a pout.
"Mommy…what's wrong? Why aren't we going to see Papaw?" Roy whined, pulling the puppy dog eyes on Ed.
"Sorry baby," Ed said, kissing his son on his forehead. "We're not going to see Papaw for a long time." Roy's face turned confused, but he didn't question it. Instead he resumed his earlier position with his head on his arms. Ed took out his cell phone and dialed Al's number.
"Hello?" Al's voice was static, but understandable.
"Hey Al, its Ed," Ed said, shifting Roy higher on his hip. Roy was already nodding off, his lips parted with sleep.
"Oh, hey Nii-san. What's wrong? Is something up with Roy?" Al asked, always knowing.
"No, it's not Roy. It's Dad, Al. Dad's dead," Ed whispered, wiping his eyes, careful not to wake up Roy. The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then he heard Al take a hitching breath.
"The same way as Mustang and teacher?" Al asked, his voice trembling.
"Unfortunately. Al, watch yourself. I don't know why, but I have this feeling that you're going to be next. Watch yourself, move farther away. Don't let your kids lose their father so soon. I need to get going Al…I'll talk to you later," Ed shifted Roy again and kissed his head, waiting for Al to respond.
Minutes later, Al finally did say something. "I love you Nii-san. Stay safe. Bye," The line went dead. Ed put the phone in his pocket and hugged his sleeping son to him tightly. On an abrupt decision, Ed turned right and made his way past towering tombstones and stopped in front of the grandest in the entire cemetery.
Here Lies Fuhrer Roy Mustang
Lover and Father, this man touched the hearts of everyone he met. Let him rest in peace.
September 25, 1886 – July 10, 1915
Love you too
The sky started to cry, masking the tears running down Ed's own face. Roy startled awake and looked around. As much as Ed tried to hide it, his son could still tell.
"Don't cry Mommy…don't cry…Love you too?" Roy asked, hugging Ed's neck tightly. Ed smiled softly and hugged his son back.
"Love you too," he whispered, burying his head in Roy's neck. "Come on, we need to get home. Climb on back." Ed helped Roy onto his back and broke off into a dead sprint. What were once sad sniffles turned to giddy laughter as Roy bounced on Ed's back. Within ten minutes, Ed was closing the door and shaking his long blonde hair out. Not wanting his son to catch a cold, he hurriedly got a towel and dried the boy off, changing his clothes and mussing up his hair. Ed himself changed, massaging his aching ports, then threw a few logs into the fire place along with a match. He sat down on the couch and Roy curled up next to him, snuggling up under his arm.
Ed nuzzled the boy, hugging him close. "I love you baby," he whispered in Roy's ear, tickling him. Roy giggled and snuggled closer, closing his eyes and breathing in his mother's scent.
"What was Daddy's pizza like Mommy?" Roy asked, looking up at Ed with wide eyes. Ed smiled and ruffled his hair, staring into the fire.
"It was out of this world. He could spin and flip and do just about anything while he was making the dough. Then he coated it in olive oil, and get this, he didn't use marinara sauce!" Ed exclaimed. Roy's eyes were wide, his tiny lips parted in shock.
"Did it taste good without the red sauce?" he asked. Ed nodded.
"It tasted really good. Then he would put whatever ingredient you wanted on it, whether it be cheese or lettuce. He didn't care, as long as it made whoever he was making it for smile. And he would've made the best of the best for you," Ed flicked Roy's nose gently, kissing his forehead again. Roy smiled and curled up against Ed, laying his head on Ed's shoulder and closing his eyes. His lips opened into a wide yawn and he fell asleep, snoring softly.
Ed ran a hand through his son's raven hair, so much like Mustang's. It had been a hard and confusing pregnancy, but he wouldn't have traded it for anything. It produced this beautiful baby boy that lit up his world every moment of every day. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Ed picked Roy up and walked him to his bedroom, settling him between his hundreds of stuffed animals. Ed covered him with a blanket and brushed a stray hair off his forehead. "Love you…" Softly, Ed closed the door and walked back out into the living room, curling once again in front of the fire. He had recently, after searching for so long, finally found the journal Mustang had gotten right after he and Ed had hooked up. Ed was now on the entry of the day of their marriage.
January 21, 1915
Today was, irrevocably and with no argument, the greatest day of my life. I was doing paperwork as usual in my office with Ed snoring on my couch when Lieutenant Hawkeye barged in, eyes bright with excitement. She brought me the news I had been waiting for since I had joined the military all those years ago.
She told me I was to be crowned immediately, and that all of Central and the surrounding towns had gathered outside. I admit I was terribly nervous, but then Ed put his hand in mine and kissed me, his eyes showing words unspoken. My love of my life gave me the hope and confidence I needed, never letting go of my hand.
As we left the building, we dropped hands sadly. I addressed the crowd formally, and gave a short speech, but then I did something I will never regret. I knelt down on one knee in front of Ed and took his automail hand in both of mine. I proposed to him in front of everyone, and Ed was shocked into silence. Every breath in the crowd was held as they awaited the answer, and when it came, it was barely a breath on the wind.
But it was a yes, and the crowd erupted into cheers. I gathered my love into my arms and kissed him, and didn't stop kissing him. Eventually, our need for air and our fear of my trigger-happy Lieutenant broke us apart, but reluctantly. Four hours later, both Ed and I were dressed in tuxedos in front of the military building and our hurriedly made vows were being read. Today was the day I married my soul mate, and now, in every sense, we are joined. Edward, Love, if you are reading this. I love you. I love you. I love you. Nothing could ever change that. I love you.
Fuhrer Roy Mustang
P.S. Sex that night was the best we ever had
Ed had to wipe away tears for the second time that day. But they were tears of happiness now, no longer were they of sadness and loneliness. Ed laid the journal on the coffee table and trudged to bed, stripping down to his boxers and crawling underneath the covers. Slowly he sank into the permanent indention that used to be where Mustang slept every night and lay there. He breathed in deliberately, inhaling the scent of his lover, inhaling the scent of their love.
"Love you too."
Don't you love it? I loved it! Love the P.S! I truly think my writing is getting gradually better and better...but that's up to you! THE READER! THE REVIEWER! Please review, I'm begging you. I need to know if you hate me, or hate the story. I need to know if I need to delete Word from my computer forever! Do you love it? Possibly? Oh, who cares...
Tsukiko: -skulking-
Ed: -crying-
Roy Jr.: Love you too?
Ed: -glomps in motherly/fatherly love- LOVE YOU TOO!
Tsukiko: -thumbs up- I'm awesome
XOXOX,
Narutard
