Author's Note: I do not own FMA or its characters. This is set after the end of the manga and is slightly AU.
Birth
Riza was considering shooting someone, except for the fact that Roy had hidden her guns and that probably wouldn't mean that she would be getting any sleep anytime soon. She hadn't had any sleep in the pasty twenty-eight hours, and it was making her more than a little cranky. The contractions had a little to do with that. Riza had been in labor for at least twenty hours now, and she was more than ready for it to be over.
She hadn't been able to get to sleep last night, and after a number of sleepless hours, it had finally dawned on her that the pains that were irritating her weren't a backache but contractions. That had meant waking up her husband and getting the two of them to the hospital. Roy had been mildly panicked once he realized what was going on, but he had handled things better than expected. There had been no wrong turns, and he had only yelled at one of the other drivers on the road.
And once they had gotten to the hospital, things had not been easy or over with quickly. It had taken some major insisting (and threats) from Riza to have Roy stay in the room with her. Then nothing more had happened save for more contractions for the past several hours. The only thing of note had been her water breaking about five minutes ago.
"We're almost done, Mrs. Mustang. I need you to push on the next contraction," the doctor said.
"Hawkeye-Mustang," Roy corrected from where he stood beside her, holding her hand.
"Whatever," the doctor rolled his eyes. "Now push."
Riza glared at him. But she did push, and she kept pushing.
"Just a little more. The baby's head is out. Just one more push should do it."
Minutes latter, a bundle wrapped in a white blanket was placed in her arms. Riza smiled down at her daughter.
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