Authors Note: So, as promised I have another story for you guys. Also a birthday gift to myself. This one was hard for me to write for some reason. I started it a while ago and just couldn't get it out on paper the way I wanted. I kinda feel better now. Ha ha. Sorry if this is a little OOC. Like I said it was hard. And another thing. I realized that my last chapter may have been a little OOC as well but I look at it this way: it was based mainly when they were kids. Way before Ishbal, in lighter times. I thought it was kinda funny myself. But sadly no , I'm fairly sure that my alerts didn't go out since I posted it from my iPod (I figured out how). So, for now, I blame no one but my iPod and crappy WiFi. BTW, I realize that as a General, Roy would probably have more paperwork, but I wanted to be nice to him. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA and I've run out of creative ways to announce that. Any suggestions?

On A Side Note: Saw a gay guy run, one who shaved his armpits, and heard about a guy getting his wiener tattooed all before seeing a white Steve Urkle 50 years in the future. A very interesting day to say the least.

Captain Riza Mustang walked to her husband's office expecting the worst. Her morning doctors appointment made her late and she knew that he would be slacking off on his paperwork as usual, maybe even more so now. Being a Brigadier General meant that his paperwork had lessened significantly, since most lower officers did it, but it also meant that his work was more important. He should be working on the forms to get the two of them out to Ishbal to help rebuild; though, knowing him, he was cleaning the windows. However, with what she learned at the doctors today, she doubted the Fuhrer (her grandfather) would even let the two of them go.

It'd been about six months since the Promised Day and everything seemed to go back to normal. Almost everything. Roy had proposed soon after his sight returned, stating that he wasn't going to take anything for granted anymore. He had Major Armstrong drag her from her hospital bed so that she could be the first thing he would see. Havoc returned from retirement as an unofficial, official secretary to the General also meaning that most of their team had reassembled. Another thing different was her hair. She decided to have it all cut off and start over, since the doctors butchered it in their haste to keep her alive. Roy wasn't too thrilled but, when she told him it was a new beginning for the both of them, he agreed and told her she was beautiful either way.

After patting her pocket to make sure it was full, she opened the door to her husband's outer office. She walked to her desk and sat her purse down, noticing that something was off. The men were doing their paperwork.

"And to what do I owe this great pleasure," she asked her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Havoc looked up from his work. "Chief said that if we didn't work today that he would burn us to a crisp. Now, we know that he wouldn't actually do that because: one, he's not a hypocrite; and two, he just seems really grumpy today. Since you weren't here to cheer him up, we thought we'd make it easier on him." Riza followed his gaze over to the calendar on the opposite wall, trying to think of what could possibly be bugging him today. He did seem a little off that morning. Then it clicked. The anniversary of his best friend's death. Riza was brought out of her thoughts when Breda spoke to her.

"Don't worry Hawkeye. We'll go back to slacking off tomorrow." Riza sighed at the use of her maiden name. Apparently she just had to get used to the fact these guys adopted it as a nick name. Instead of correcting him, she opted for a 'Thank you' and spun around to visit her husband in the adjoining office.

Upon entering the office, she noticed that the entire atmosphere was tense and depressing. Roy, who was diligently working on his paperwork, looked up at her arrival as if expecting something. His eyes went from surprised to sad again when he didn't see what he wanted. Her heart broke at the look on his face, and she returned his small, sad smile with one of her own. She closed the door and walked up to stand behind him. He rested his pen on the desk and rolled his head back as she started to lightly message his shoulders.

"How are you," Riza asked. Her voice low and laced with concern.

"I should be asking you that." Roy's eyes, which had closed to enjoy her message, opened to a small smile on her face.

"I asked first."

He sat back up straight, and she moved her hand from his shoulders to run through his hair. A gesture she found to be really comforting for him. A small sigh escaped Roy's mouth.

"I still expect him to call bragging about Gracia or to burst through that door and shove his newest pictures of Elecia in my face. I never thought I'd say this, but I miss it."

Riza kissed his forehead and leaned down to hug him from behind. Her hands moved to rest on his chest and her chin sat on top of his head lightly.

"I know," she whispered. After about a minutes silence she spoke again. "You know, I can't brag about a wife, but I can take care of the picture thing. "

Her hand reached into her pocket and pulled out the photo that she'd been hiding. Roy took it and studied the fuzzy, black and white picture. He noticed the time stamp from that morning and he could swear he saw the outline of a small body.

Roy whipped his chair around to look at her, the life returning to his eyes. He racked his brain for something to say, but was speechless.

"H-how.."

"Well, Roy, when two people love each other.."

"You know what I mean."

"How far along? Twenty-four weeks."

"…Wow."

Roy was silent for a moment before unexpectedly wrapping his arms around her waist, He pulled her closer and hugged her after kissing her stomach. Riza chuckled, thoroughly surprised by his actions. His grip loosed when he stood from his chair and kissed her. His lips moving against hers lightly before moving up her jaw line to her ear.

"I love you," he whispered before resting his forehead on hers to look into her eyes as she opened them.

"I love you too." He kissed her again quickly before spinning on his heal and walking out. For the first time that day, she saw him smile as he announced her pregnancy to their comrades. And she smiled to, because it was a real one. Not a smirk, half hearted, sad, or mischievous smile. A rare, but real smile that was possibly bigger than the one that Roy Mustang wore on their wedding day.

AN: Thanks for reading! Please review… they make me wanna focus on this instead of that other thing I should be focusing on. That I'm not, still.