AN: Alright everyone due to the reviews, the POV for this chapter will be Alphonse! I know you guys are all wondering WTF is going on here so hopefully this will answer some of your questions : ) Or raise new ones, or the same ones hehe. Thank you so so much to Le Confidant, Mikigotagun, ZilSepam, AnimeControl and canagg for your wonderful reviews! I love the input and it will be taken into consideration!

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Look around your world, pretty baby

Is it everything you'd hoped it'd be?

The wrong guy, the wrong situation

The right time to roll to me

Roll to me

And look into your heart, pretty baby

Is it aching with some nameless need?

Is there something wrong and you can't put your finger on it

Right then, roll to me

And I don't think I have ever seen

A soul so in despair

So if you want to talk the night through

Guess who will be there?

Del Amitri - 'Roll to Me'

Waking with a small smile, Alphonse turned on his side to where his childhood friend should have been asleep next to him. Thinking how she must have gotten up early to make some coffee and greet the day as he'd realized was her typical pattern after nearly three weeks of staying with the vivacious blonde, he stretched largely now that he knew there was no chance of him accidentally bumping her. If someone had asked him a month ago if he would find himself sharing a bed with the automail mechanic, he would've laughed and thought about how that was his brother's job, or would have been had he not made a monumental mistake. What he had thought would be a one night occurrence, had developed into an every night situation. That second night when he'd gone to sleep in his own room, she had slipped into his bed in the middle of the night and when he had tried to give her space, she had just curled up into him. Truthfully it would have been a nice, even though odd, moment if not for the fact that he could feel the tears that soaked his sleeve. The intimacy of sharing a bed with Winry still shocked him, even though he'd had his body back a couple years now these were experiences he hadn't had with anyone yet and he knew their closeness was affecting him now in his waking hours.

Alphonse was no fool, he knew where Winry's affections were, and that was with his brother. However even he found himself questioning this given the little moments that would occur between them. Though he knew nothing of first hand of romantic or lustful feelings, even he could sense the charged air between them at times and he would swear that sometimes her eyes would dilate and her breathing would elevate around him. As an Alkahestry student he knew all about the human body and how it would react in various settings and with different stimulants, so he knew there was something going on. Even without all of his research, he knew she was reacting to him because he too was reacting to her.

When he had arrived, he had expected to find her in a bad place, reasonably so. Edward had acted reprehensibly and now he would do his best to help his dear friend put her life back together as best as he could. However when he had seen her, she was much worse than he had been expecting. She was still beautiful, but almost frail looking as if she had taken a beating, only not the kind you could see on her skin. When she had wrapped her arms around him in greeting, he would've sworn that she breathed him in, the way a woman would when trying to memorize the smell of their lover. In fact, that same night when he had undressed for bed, he had felt the carnal burn of her gaze as she looked at him. He had tried to brush the feeling off, thinking he was just hyper sensitive given that he was getting undressed in front of her, but he couldn't help the erratic beating that sounded in his ears. When she had reached across him to shut off the light, he could feel their bodies touching each other at different points. Just the barest press of her full breasts against his chest made his breathing hitch audibly. He was thankful the room was dark then, given that he could feel a blush cross his face as heat pooled tightly in his groin. This was no way to put her at ease! He needed to pull himself together and be the gentleman he was reputed to be and not some horny teenager! So in an attempt to reign in his inner turmoil, he leaned in to kiss her cheek but instead had touched his lips to hers. A bolt of panic shot through him as he tried to play the whole thing off casually with a surprisingly normal sounding goodnight.

From there he had just become more and more aware of her, whether at night when they would lay down together or during the day when she worked. Like yesterday, she had been bent over an automail arm vigorously screwing a bolt into place when he had walked in with a sandwich and water to demand that she take a break and eat something when he noticed the most alluring bead of sweat making its way from the dip of her neck into the cleavage of her tube top. He had practically tripped over himself to put some distance between them before he let his desire get the best of him. He hated how his body seemed to react to her, in fairness she simply exuded an air of appeal that he hadn't noticed until now and it was driving him crazy. There was no way even if he wanted to that he could take that next step with her, this was Winry his dearest friend, brother excluded. She was in love with Edward, she had been intimate with him. There was no way to erase that fact from his mind, even though at moments his traitorous brain imagined ways to do just that. He liked to think of himself as a self assured man, but he just didn't know if he had it in him to overlook the hit to his self esteem that being with the same woman his brother had been with was sure to be. In fact that was proving to be the best defense in driving thoughts of him kissing her senseless from his mind. Even with those feelings of inadequacy, were those of immense guilt for even thinking about her that way given how miserable he knew his brother was. He just couldn't let this get the best of him, and that was that.

Actually as much as he didn't want to, he was preparing himself to let her know that he was planning on leaving soon. If he was honest with himself, he knew if he didn't he would do something they would probably both regret. Abruptly a sound of sickness tore through his silent introspection. Jumping to his feet, he went to find the origin of the sound. Walking into the kitchen, he found Winry doubled over the sink looking pale and shaky. Seeing her turn to vomit again, he quickly pulled her hair out of her face while she cast out the contents of her stomach. He felt the violent shudders that racked her body and tried to hold her hair and cradle her gently. Finally her sickness seemed to subside and she turned on the faucet to rinse her mouth, then left the room to brush her teeth he guessed. Pulling out a chair for her, she sank into it as he went to get her a glass of water to drink. Handing her the water, he pressed the back of his hand to her forehead to feel for an increase in her temperature. She felt cool, if just a bit sweaty and that made him feel better. He had experienced a fever once after he got his body back, and it was certainly the worst he'd had to date. When his body temperature had gone up, he had felt like he had drank too much with the way things were swimming in his vision.

"Are you okay Winry? Have you been feeling sick before this?" Even he could hear the worry in his voice.

Scratchily, she answered. "Yea, I'm okay Al. This has been going on for a couple days now. I randomly throw up for a while and then not too long after I feel completely normal again." Frowning for a second, Al thought over her words. When he looked up at her she was wearing the strangest expression. Now that he thought about it, she probably thought he looked like Ed when he frowned, which just made him frown deeper. Thinking of Ed, a terrible thought came to the surface.

"Winry, do you think there is any chance you may be pregnant? You guys used protection, so that can't be it right?" A brilliant red blush covered her face as she looked briefly embarrassed and shocked at his question. Okay, so he probably could have said something a bit more tactfully than that. After a minute passed without her response, he raised an eyebrow at her willing her to speak. "Right?"

Looking down at her hands nervously he could barely hear her reply, "Actually the first night we spent together, I don't think we did. We had been drinking quite heavily." A silence fell between them as they took in the idea that could be reality. "But that was the only time without using it, so the odds can't be that high right? I mean maybe this is all just stress related." That was a valid point, stress could take a remarkable toll on a body causing all sorts of reactions that could emulate the same side effects as pregnancy he supposed. An idea came to mind, he had never tried it but he was sure it would be obvious enough even to him without the years of experience that May had.

"Do you mind if I try something that could answer this for you? It won't hurt and it's faster than waiting in a doctor's office if I'm right." Nodding her approval he placed his hands tenderly on her stomach, dropping all distractions from his mind as he began to relax his body. If he was right he should be able to sense the Chi residing in Winry and more importantly the Chi of the potential baby. After only a few moments of getting a feel for the movement of her soul, he felt it. A spark of life. Gasping, he abruptly dropped his hands in shock. Raising her questioning gaze to his eyes, he swallowed hard. She was pregnant. With Ed's baby. Shit.

"What happened Alphonse?" Her voice wavered minutely.

"Well, uh...You're pregnant Win." Speaking softly, almost as if he was trying not to let anyone else in on their conversation, Al looked at her unguarded face. Many emotions flitted quickly over her features. Most notably, pain. When her face crumpled and tears began to stream unchecked from her eyes, he wrapped his arms around her. "It's going to be okay, I promise. I will help you and so will Garfiel, I'm sure. You are not going to be alone through this." Unfortunately those words proved to be more distressing to her, than calming.

Broken parts of words were her response, "No-o...I'll be a s-single mom. P-p-people will judge m-me from here forward, no matter how good my work is." Now she was shaking worse than when she had been sick early. He didn't have any idea of what to say to make her feel better, and now he was worried he would say something to make it worse. Watching her, he could actually see the path that her thoughts were heading. If no one bought her automail she wouldn't have a way to support her child, and she couldn't ask Edward, even though she should. Right now more than ever, he wished Granny was there. She would know what to say and do...actually she would have just beaten brother in the first place instead of letting anything like this happen. All he knew was that he couldn't stand seeing her this upset, nor did he want her whole life being more hard than it already was. For years she had always taken care of them and would've done anything to make them smile, now it was his turn.

"I have a crazy idea." He said nervously as she turned her tear streaked face to his. "Let's get married. I know it's not the ideal situation or way to start out especially since you don't love me like that, but I would be good to you. I would never leave you. I will take care of both of you and it's not like we haven't known each other our whole lives. And when the baby comes no one will be able dispute the resemblance to me so you would be able to work without anyone giving you a hard time." Everything had come out in a rush and even as he said it, he knew everything was true. Searching her eyes for some clue as to how she was taking his suggestion, he heard a bubble of laughter escape her and felt mildly hurt at her reaction.

When the laughter subsided some she finally spoke, "I can't believe I'm going to say this...but okay. Let's get married Alphonse. Only if you are serious and realize that if we do this, that it's forever. I don't even know how I can accept though, don't you want to want to wait until you meet a nice girl and settle down with her? If we do this, I would be robbing you of that. I don't know if I can do that to you after waiting years to get your body back to steal your future from you." Guilt evident in every line of her features, she began crying even harder. Tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes, he was blown away at how beautiful she was, even right now in this insane moment.

"Winry, like I told you when I first arrived, a woman like you is rare to find. I'm positive we can get through this and who knows, maybe someday you may actually love me." Blushing furiously, she started to speak again. "No, don't worry about it now Winry, there's already enough going on to think about. Let's just take care of you for now." She beamed at him with an almost blinding smile that nearly rendered him breathless. After a second though, a worried look colored her expression and he could guess what it meant. "I will talk to brother. I will make him understand somehow." Just how he would do that was a mystery to him, but there wasn't a better solution at this point. He wasn't dumb, he knew this wouldn't be easy for any of them, but they had caused enough pain and damage in her life, Ed more so than him, he would have to say but still she deserved the world. And deep down, if he was honest with himself, there was a part of him that truly wouldn't mind marrying her. After the last couple of weeks, he had grown used to waking up next to her and he was loathe to lose that feeling. Now he would get to continue that and maybe more one day. His cheeks pinkened at the fleeting thought. Winry nodded in agreement to him speaking with Ed and grew quiet.

He had no idea just how hard this would be on her, but he was getting a clear picture in his mind. In three weeks she hadn't even spoken his name, and after the first two times that he had and he had watched her flinch at it, he had been mindful not to again in her presence. Feeling her tuck her head under his chin, he was pulled out of his thoughts as he hugged her tightly. After a moment of them just holding each other, she lifted her head to gaze at him.

"You deserve better than me, Al...the damaged goods that I am." He was preparing to dispute her statement vehemently when she silenced him by pressing her warm lips to his, effectively ending his denial. As her tongue breached the barrier of his formerly closed mouth, he was lost in sensation as he moved his tongue foreignly against hers. Feeling a tingle from the mint of her toothpaste, he lost himself in tasting her and exploring every part of her that she was willing to give. When she sucked his bottom lip, he had to stifle a groan that had begun to rise of it's own accord. Teasingly, she nipped and licked his mouth and he knew in that moment he would give her any damn thing she wanted.

AN: ALRIGHT GUYS! I know this shit is crazy right now...well maybe haha or maybe not as much as I think it is. In any case let me know what you think of this chapter and whose POV you would like to see next...Winry, Ed or Al. It's a tough pick I think which is why I put the decision in your hands lol. Nothing is set in stone so please let me know who you want to end up together! Thank you for reading!