Yet another chapter!

I'm babysitting my two brothers (Even though my older brother is 18… lol) and my sister tonight and we're having a pizza/ice cream party yay XD So I'm gunna edit a few more chapters, do some homework (My art coursework is due in next Friday and I haven't even started my final product o.O) and then relax!

As per usual, please note me to any mistakes!

Enjoy!

Chapter 12

The bags that had been hidden away since they arrived came out, and they started to pack up their stuff. Clothes, both for Roy and Riza along with some for the baby, as well as toiletries, food, and other things they would certainly need like medicine, and a first aid kit.

"Are you sure you're okay to travel?" Roy asked, helping Riza to collect up blankets and shove them into a backpack so that they would not freeze at night.

"I'm fine." Riza replied, slightly irritated. She wasn't useless. "I can travel."

Roy moved closer to Riza and put his hands on her ever-growing stomach. He smiled as the baby responded with a kick.

"I'm not going to make you stay here." He said, looking up into her eyes "But the baby will be born soon, right?"

"Soon." Riza snorted "Not for another month or so."

"We could be on the road in a month." Roy said "We could be, oh, I don't know, in a muddy forest, and you could go into labour. That would pose such great health risks to you, and the little one."

"I'm going with you." Riza said, glaring at Roy "I'm not leaving you. After everything, do you seriously think I'm going to risk losing you again?"

"Do you value my life over that of yours?" he argued "Over that of your unborn child?"

Riza paused. She didn't have to think about the answer to that question.

"I value your life over mine ten-fold, Roy Mustang." Riza said, standing up slowly. "Because I love you, and that's what you do when you're in love; you protect one another, no matter what."

Roy stood next to her, and took Riza's face in his hands. He stroked her skin softly, searching her eyes.

"I love you too, Riza Hawkeye." He said "Riza Mustang. I love that."

"What, your stupid name after mine?" Riza smirked.

"No!" Roy feigned hurt "No. The sound of it. It just sounds… natural. Like it was always meant to be."

"I know." She replied, folding her hands over her stomach. Roy took Riza's hand in his own, and kissed her knuckle gently.

"But in all seriousness, if you dare trade your life for mine I will never forgive you." He said. Riza laughed, the sound high and floaty.

"Okay." She said, holding out her pinkie finger "Come on, let's do this like when we were seven. I'll promise not to give my life to save yours, and you promise not to give yours to save mine. Or the baby's."

Roy treaded his pinkie through hers, and they pinkie swore on it.

By that night, the two of them were packed up and ready to go. They had decided to leave in the dead of night, when hopefully everyone was asleep. Marge had agreed to spread around the village that Riza's mother had gotten sick (A lie.) and she and Roy were going to go and look after her (Another lie.).

As the clock reached midnight, Roy took Riza's hand in his.

"Are you ready?" he asked her. Riza shook her head slightly, but then nodded.

"Yes." She said, wanting to get out of the house before she changed her mind "Let's go."

And with that, the two of them slipped off into the night, bags slung from their shoulders. They couldn't risk taking the train, so they followed the path up into the forest that stood behind the little house they had spent the last few months in bliss. The trees swallowed them up, and they were gone.

They walked until the sun started to come up, and Riza's legs started to fail.

"Roy!" She cried out. She had fallen behind and could not see him. A few seconds later however, he appeared at her left with a worried look on his face.

"What is it?" He asked "Is it the baby? Should I take you back?"

"My legs hurt." Riza replied "I want to rest."

"Okay." Roy nodded, his face cloudy "We can rest."

Riza sighed and found a fallen tree to sit on. Groaning as she sat, she let out a content sigh at having all of her weight taken off of her feet.

"Take a drink." Roy said softly, passing the bottle to her as he pulled out a map. Riza thanked him and took a long sip. Roy tried to puzzle out the map.

"We're about here." He muttered, taking out a pen and drawing a circle. "There's where Feirme is…" Another circle.

"Roy." Riza asked. Roy looked up. "Where are we even going?"

"I… I don't know." Roy admitted. Riza sighed.

"You know, since they thought we weren't there we could've stayed." She said.

"You know they would come back." Roy said. "There are only so many places I could be. They were bound to figure it out one day."

"It could've been another few months, though." Riza said, examining her hands "It could've been years."

"Or it could've been days, weeks." Roy replied, his voice low "It could've been right after the baby had been born, and then where would we be?"

"I don't know." Riza admitted. He had a point.

After their break, they started to walk again. Roy walked with his hand in Riza's for a bit, and if any stranger was to pass them by they would probably think it was just a couple out for an afternoon stroll. With a few large bags.

They stopped a few more times, twice to eat, and the rest mostly because one needed to go to the toilet or Riza's legs were hurting. Even with this, they made good ground, and by the time it got dark Roy decided it was time to stop for the night.

The two of them found a little place near a river, and Roy made a little tent with alchemy. Riza rolled out the blankets whilst Roy fetched water to boil for the next day.

"I'm so tired." Riza said, sitting by the fire with Roy. She could understand why he liked it so much. It was strangely mesmerising to watch the golden flames dancing with each other.

"Go and get some sleep." Roy said, turning to her. Her heart started to beat as the light from the fire left shadows on his face. Unable to help herself, Riza shuffled closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'm perfectly happy here." She murmured. "It's nice to just be able to sit with you like this. No rules, no regulations, nobody telling us how to live our lives. Just you, me and the campfire."

"And the baby." Roy added. Riza grinned up at him.

"And the baby." Riza agreed. The two sat in silence and watched the fire, Riza's head on Roy's shoulder and his arm around her shoulders.

When the fire started to die, Roy realized Riza had fallen asleep on his shoulder and gently shook her awake so he could take her inside the tent.

"Come on." He said, his voice soft "Let's get you to a proper bed."

"You are a proper bed." Riza replied, her voice somewhat hazy from sleep. Roy helped her up, and brought her into the tent. He laid her down carefully, making sure to take her shoes off. After taking his own shoes off, he laid down beside her and pulled the covers over them both.

"Mmm, you're warm." Riza mumbled, pressing herself up again Roy. Roy smiled, and put an arm around her.

"And you're smoking hot." He joked, and the two of them drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, Roy was the first to rise. His arm was numb from where Riza had been asleep on it, but her sleeping face was still as adorable as all those times before so he did not wake her up. Even if she did snore, and sometimes dribble a bit in her sleep.

"Jesus…" Riza mumbled in her sleep. Roy looked over at her "He… Lives…"

"What are you on about?" Roy asked, shaking his head with a smile. Riza mumbled something else, and her eyes fluttered open.

"Good morning." She smiled. Roy kissed her tenderly.

"Good morning, my snoring-drooling-made-my-arm-numb-Jesus-lives Riza." He said, a grin plastered on his face. Riza sat up slowly, and glared at him.

"I do not snore." She said "Or drool. And what is up with the Jesus lives?"

"You do snore. You also do drool, look." He held up his sleeve to show a wet patch "And also, you talk in your sleep."

Riza blushed bright red, and looked away. Roy looked surprised.

"What kind of things do you dream about?" he asked. Riza blushed an even brighter shade of red, and suddenly getting it Roy blushed too.

"You dream about that?" Roy asked, getting slightly flustered.

"I do not! Don't get ahead of yourself!" Riza crossed her arms "I dream about Black Hayate, actually."

"Your dog?" Roy blinked "What happened to him, anyway?"

"Well, I left him with Second Lieutenant Havoc when we went up to Briggs." She said "With his legs working again, he always wants to be out doing something energetic. And looking after that dog is nothing but energetic."

"So he should still have him." Roy replied, sighing with relief "I know you miss him, though."

"I do miss him." Riza said, before smiling and patting Roy on the head "I guess you will have to do for the time being."

Roy made a barking noise, which made Riza laugh.

On the second day of walking, the forest had thinned out and given way to rocky, dusty mountains with deep valleys. Roy had decided it would be best to move west of Feirme towards the Western City since they were too occupied keeping Creta out to worry about two runaways. Though this made perfect sense, the ground was tough to walk on and it seemed to always be too hot to move.

It was another three days before they reached a village. Riza spotted it first, throwing up a hand to shield her eyes from the sun.

"Roy." She said, calling back to where Roy was ambling behind her "Come on! I think I can see a village!"

Roy perked up when he heard this, and started to walk a bit faster. As he reached where Riza was stood, she pointed and his gaze followed her finger. She was right; there was a village nestled in the valley below them.

"What are we waiting for?" Roy asked, feeling his energy come back "Let's go!"

Riza took Roy's hand and they walked down to the village. It was quite a trek, but they made it before nightfall and quickly located an inn.

"We don't usually see outsiders coming in." The innkeeper said when Roy told him that he and Riza were newlyweds on their honeymoon "Most people keep away because of the war. If I were you, I would take your pregnant missus there and get out. A battle ground is no place for the innocent."

Roy felt Riza's arm tighten around his, and gently patted her hand to calm her.

"I see, thank you for your concern." Roy smiled "If you don't mind though, it's late and we would like a hot meal, a hot bath and a warm bed."

"Of course." The Innkeeper grinned "I'm not very good, am I? I just drive away all the customers."

"You're a good man." Roy assured him with a chuckle "Not many would put people's lives before their business."

"I pride myself on it." The Innkeeper replied, and handed them a key "Here you go, room 001. It's just down the hallway there. I'll have someone draw a bath for you and bring some hot food."

"Thank you." Roy took the key, and led Riza to the room. As soon as they were inside, Riza threw her bags down and flopped onto the bed. She let out a content sigh.

"Wow, it feels so good to have a proper bed." She said "It's so soft and warm!"

Roy walked over and sat down next to Riza. He grinned.

"It is pretty soft." He replied, and fell back to that his head was right next to Riza's. Not even flinching at their closeness, Riza smiled at him.

"The life of a fugitive isn't so bad right now." She said. Roy smiled in reply, and kissed her softly. As he pulled away, Riza smirked and pulled him back into another kiss, this time a little more forceful. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Room service!" A cheery voice called. Roy sighed, and got up to open the door.

"To be continued." Riza told him, sitting up and running a hand through her messy hair. Roy grinned at her, and pulled the door open.

Outside stood a young girl, who curtsied and brought in two trays of food. She set them down on the table that stood to the right of the bed, and turned to the bathroom.

"I'll draw your bath." She said "Please wait a moment."

"Thank you." Riza smiled, and walked over to the table. She took a chair, and inhaled the aroma of the food. It smelt so good, and Riza guessed it was onion and potato soup. As she stirred it, she noticed there were chunks of meat in it too. It was cheap peasant food, but it was warm and it smelt good so that did not bother her.

Roy joined her, and they started to eat whilst the girl drew the bath. The soup tasted really nice, the meat was tender and the potatoes helped to bulk it out. There was a small bit of bread to go with the soup as well, and Riza used it to mop up the remains of her soup.

When they were both finished eating, the girl took their empty plates and took her leave, saying that the bath was ready. Without speaking, Roy and Riza took their bath together, Roy washing Riza's long hair for her.

Roy left the bath first, as Riza wanted to soak for a little bit. Whilst he left her to it, he sat down at the table and rummaged through his bag. His fingers fell on the smooth hard cover of what he was looking for, and he pulled out the book Riza had been reading, Where rainbows end. Locating the page he had been at last, he sighed deeply and began to read.

When Riza got out of the bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and stepped out into the main room. She saw that Roy had fallen asleep at the table, and smiled softly.