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"Hypoglycemia," Tami repeated. "She has what!?" Ed panicked. Winry put her hand on Ed's jaw. "Calm down, Ed. It just means that I have to eat more often and that I need more sugar," she said. Ed's breathing began to slow down. "Are you sure?" Ed asked the doctor, still sounding stressed. "Yes, just as Winry said. She'll be fine. And she shouldn't sit or stand for too long either. I expect the long sit while she worked and suddenly standing was what made her dizzy and faint," the doctor replied with a smile. She'd dealt with lots of worried fathers before, and poor Ed just looked barely old enough for all of this. Actually, both of them were a bit too young for this. But if the stories of the Fullmetal Alchemist were anywhere near true, Tami expected they would be fine. "Should we go to the hospital?" Ed asked. "No, I didn't see any signs of something more serious. She'll be alright here," Tami replied.

The doctor packed her bag, and the couple led her to the door. "Thank you," Ed said, calmed considerably. "Anytime," the doctor gave another smile. When the doctor was gone, Ed helped Winry back over to the workroom, hovering over her protectively, as if he could stop her blood sugar from going low. "Edward," Winry sounded unamused. "Yes, hun?" Edward answered quickly, without acknowledging the tone of Winry's voice. "You don't have to turn helicopter again. I just have to finish up Cal's wrist," she gestured to where Cal was sitting.

There was a knock at the door. Winry sighed. "That's going to be Leann," she explained, "Ed, could you get it?" She sat down next to Cal and leaned over his wrist in concentration. Ed was hesitant to leave her side, but he jogged to the door and opened it. There was a girl, not too much younger than Ed, in a wheelchair with a huge smile. "You must be Mr. Elric!" she exclaimed. "Oh, you can just call me Ed," he said scratching the back of his head. The identical boy behind the wheelchair, who was pushing, smiled too. "Is Winry here?" he asked Ed. "Yeah," Ed said, "Come on in." He opened the door, allowing the boy to push Leann in. "Ed, this is my brother, Lucas. Lucas, this is Ed, Winry's husband," Leann introduced the two. They shook hands and Ed gestured toward the workroom, where Winry could be seen working on Cal. "As you can see, Winry's busy as ever," Ed said, "and I would hate to make you wait, but…" "Oh, it's alright, don't worry about it. She can even take a break afterwards. I know she overworks herself sometimes," Leann assured.

Ed's brow creased in almost an apology, "How long of a break can she have? You see, it's kind of important because… we're having a baby." Leann's eyes became huge and her jaw dropped. There was a pause for shock. "Congratulations! Oh my goodness, that's so awesome! How long have you known?" Leann asked excitedly. Ed smiled, "Only a few days." His face became worried again, "We just found out—you probably saw the doctor on the way out—that she's got some sort of sugar problem. She fainted not too long ago." "Oh," the two said. They looked at each other for a minute before offering, "We can come back later. We wouldn't want to push Winry too far. She needs her rest."

Winry had finished with Cal, and was coming back from leading them to the door, and she had heard. "No," she put her hands on her hips, sweat dripping from her brow. "Winry, you need rest," Leann said from the chair. "Leann, you've been in that chair for the past week. You need to get back on your feet soon," Winry argued. Ed put a hand on her back. "Winry, you need your rest more than I need to get out of this chair," Leann said seriously. Winry's eyes grew watery. Ed hated seeing her like this. "Winry," he gave her a kiss on the cheek, wrapping his arms around her. She let him, her hands falling from her hips. "It's not fair," she got out. "You need your rest," Lucas said, "Don't worry about Leann." "Yeah," Leann added, "Don't worry about me." Winry's tears slipped over the edge as she looked into Ed's eyes for comfort, "I need to do my work. I have to help her." Ed cupped her face, wiping her tears with his thumbs, stroking her cheeks. "Hun, you can do your work. But right now, you need to rest a while," he tried to console her. She fell apart, falling into Ed's arms. "Edward, I'm falling behind. Everyone needs me. Why can't I do it? I'm so tired all the time. It's not fair to them!" "Shh," Ed shushed, "it's going to be okay. Everyone understands, hun. They all want what's best for you."

Winry cried for a bit on Ed's shirtfront before composing herself, and she apologized to her guests. "I'm sorry," more tears threatened to come, "I'm so sorry." Lucas came around from the wheelchair. Giving Winry a hug, he said, "It's alright, Winry. You needn't be sorry. We understand completely. We just want you to get some rest." Leann gave a reassuring smile as Ed and Winry led them to the door.

When they were gone, Winry broke down again. "Edward, I feel like such a failure. I can't do anything for them, and they all need my help," she sobbed into his chest. Ed put his arms around his wife, holding her close. "Winry, you're not a failure. You are amazing. You help so many people, and they all love you for that. They understand your newest challenge. They know you're working as hard as you can," he whispered into her hair. He began to sway with her, a slow dance to try to calm her. Ed was never good at dancing, but he knew that he could cheer Winry up by trying.

Winry's crying slowed before it increased, and Edward stopped. Kissing the top of her head, he asked, "What's wrong, Winry?" "I feel dizzy again, and it's miserable. I don't want to puke. I don't want to, Edward," she whined, "Why do I feel so awful? Why am I such a sissy?" "I'm sorry, hun," Edward said, not letting the frustration and sadness creep into his voice, "It hurts to see you so sick. Is there something I can do? I feel so useless."

"I can carry you up to bed, and make you dinner," Ed offered. "I don't feel very hungry," Winry said, her tears subsiding. She held her arms up, and Ed swiftly lifted her into his arms. "You're so strong, Ed," she said, the hand around his neck reached up into his hair and massaged his scalp. Winry's eyes were drooping, she was getting tired. Edward carefully carried Winry up the stairs and laid her down softly on the bed. "It's so hot," she mumbled in her sleepiness. Edward slowly untied her mechanic one-piece suit sleeves from around her waist. He contemplatively rested his hand on her enlarged stomach for a moment. Ed cautiously pulled the rest of the suit off, lifting one leg at a time to get it off from around the ankles. He quickly threw the suit in the hamper in the closet, grabbing one of Winry's nightgowns. "Hun," he whispered, "Can I help you dress?" Winry mumbled and her head slightly moved up and down. Ed realized how exhausted Winry actually was. He helped Winry take off her wrap-bra, noting that it barely fit now. They really did need to go shopping. He slipped the nightgown over her head, fitting her arms through the holes. He threw her socks in the laundry hamper as well before slipping downstairs to make her dinner.

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