Riza should have been tipped off the moment the phone rang and her husband, who was closer to it than she, made no move to answer it. Trying to keep her pointed glare to a minimum, Riza picked up the receiver and was instantly flooded by a myriad of incoherent words and happy laughs that she could only attribute to one person: Rebecca Catalina.

"Rebecca," she called over the line in the hopes of getting her friend's attention. "Rebecca…"

Her friend either did not hear her words or did not care for Riza's command, for she continued babbling excitedly into the phone.

"Rebecca," she snapped in her authoritative tone, this time getting her friend to stop for an iota of a second. Hearing a chuckle, she turned toward Roy and saw that he was trying to cover up a smirk. Unable to question him before Rebecca started chattering again, Riza decided to turn her focus back to the latter in order to get to the bottom of it, though she had a sneaking suspicion she knew what it was.

"What is this about?"

"J-Jean," Rebecca replied giddily into the phone.

Feeling a smile touch her lips, Riza raised her brows and shot Roy another look, seeing that he had turned his attention completely toward their call.

"And I assume it's a good thing?"

"Yes," her friend replied enthusiastically.

"Would you rather show and tell?" When Rebecca answered with excitement equal to her previous answer, Riza said, "Alright. Let's meet at the café around the block from my place in fifteen minutes."

After Rebecca eagerly agreed and hung up the line, Riza shook her head and rested the receiver back on its cradle. Turning back to Roy, she folded her arms and gave him a knowing smile. "So is that where you went with Lieutenant Havoc last weekend?"

Roy chuckled and got up from his armchair and walked over to her, pulling her closer to him until her growing belly touched his. "You got me," he admitted. "Havoc wanted it to be a secret so my lips were zipped."

"You certainly got me… and Rebecca," Riza said as she shook her head. "Even though we both expected it at some point."

"Yeah," Roy said, "Those 'hints' Rebecca kept dropping really got Havoc thinking. After talking it out with me, we went to the jeweler and he found the perfect ring."

Riza hummed in reply. "You do realize you won't be seeing much of me after this point, right?" When Roy raised his brows questioningly, she said, "According to Rebecca, she's had her entire wedding laid out since she was seven. Now that she's getting married she's going to want me to help her plan it all out."

Puzzled, Roy said, "But they just got engaged. They wouldn't start planning right away… Would they?"

"You clearly don't understand Rebecca Catalina," Riza said with a light laugh as she leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek. "I have to get going, though. I can almost assume she's already going to be there by the time I arrive." Pulling away from him, she teased, "I'll see you when the baby arrives."

"I'll see you then," Roy replied with a laugh, albeit a nervous one.

Riza gave him a small smile and turned away from him to collect her jacket and purse, feeling his eyes on the back of her head, likely wondering how serious she had actually been.

Just like Riza had suspected, Rebecca had beaten her to the coffeehouse and was already sitting down with a cup of tea. When she saw her friend approaching her, Rebecca jumped up from the table and almost knocked the piping hot drink all over herself. Quickening her pace, Riza met her friend just as she sprang away from the table.

"Are you alright," she asked as Rebecca grabbed a handful of napkins and began to soak up the tea.

"Yeah, I am," Rebecca replied as she looked up at Riza, her concentrated clean-up ruined the moment she acknowledged her friend.

Riza saw Rebecca quivering, unable to contain her excitement. Raising her brows, she began, "So what is it you wanted to show—"

She was cut off when Rebecca squeaked and shoved her hand in her face, revealing a ring with a beautiful silver band and a sizeable diamond jewel set in it. Looking past it and at her beaming friend, Riza said, "So that's what you were trying to tell me over the phone." When Rebecca nodded frantically, still at a loss for words, Riza chuckled and pulled her friend into a hug. "Congratulations, Rebecca. I couldn't be happier for you and Jean. Now," she said as she pulled away, keeping her hands on her friend's shoulders, "Do you want to try and start from the beginning?"

"It was completely smooth sailing," Jean Havoc said as he leaned back in his chair and proudly folded his arms across his chest. "Everything went according to plan."

"Really," Roy asked after taking a swig of beer. "And she didn't suspect a thing?"

"Nope," Jean declared. "She was completely, totally surprised."

"I knew it the minute he led me into that restaurant," Rebecca disclosed as she leaned forward and braced her elbows against the table, resting her chin on her hands. "I mean, it was obvious. My favorite restaurant, a table set up under the atrium outside, the space around the table conveniently cleared of any other patrons… It was the perfect set up."

"Did he seem nervous at all," Riza asked as she raised her hot chocolate to her lips.

"Oh, of course he was," Rebecca replied. "He was scared shitless."

Riza shook her head and chuckled. "So since you knew, did you play it cool?"

"Of course I did," Rebecca replied matter-of-factly. "I acted completely normal…"

"I pulled her chair out for her before I sat down myself. And when I did we slipped into casual conversation without any indication from me of what was to come."

"Is that so," Roy asked as he quirked a brow. "And she said absolutely nothing about the fact that the restaurant, one of the busiest places in Central, was half-full?"

"You bet," Havoc replied with a grin. "I told you before that it's all about how you present yourself."

"If you say so," Roy agreed as he raised his glass to his lips.

"I'll admit that I mentioned the restaurant was looking a little empty a few times," Rebecca said with a mild shrug. "Though it didn't even seem like he registered what I was saying."

Riza lifted a brow. "How so?"

"Oh, you know," she began as she waved her hand, "Looking around nervously, half-listening and answering what I was saying. Typical things a man under pressure would do."

"I'm surprised you didn't call him out for it," Riza pointed out as she set her beverage down.

"I couldn't do that to him," Rebecca replied, "Not with how nervous he was about the whole thing."

"So was he like that the entire time," Riza asked curiously.

"For the most part," Rebecca admitted. "He finally calmed down right before dessert, though. Right before the ring came out."

Upon hearing her friend mention the piece of jewelry again, Riza nodded toward it and inquired, "So how did he do it?"

Rebecca grinned and held her hand out again for Riza to see. "The restaurant owner came out with a piece of my favorite dessert and it was sitting on top of it."

"Simple," Riza noted as she smiled, "I like it."

"Simple and classy," Rebecca corrected her friend as she pulled her hand away and rested her chin on it again. "A bit off from the display you nearly had if I might say," she added as she gave Riza a knowing look.

Riza shook her head and chuckled. "It's funny how our husbands, or rather husband and soon-to-be husband, had ideas that were completely out of their character norms."

Rebecca shrugged. "I don't know, Ri. Pretty sure your man can be flashy when he wants to be."

"I suppose you're right," she replied as she reached down and absently twisted her wedding ring, her thoughts momentarily returning to the day she saw it and had wondered what its price tag had been.

"Although," Rebecca continued as she leaned forward, "I'll bet the 'flashy' crown will be handed over to me once I, or rather we, start planning the wedding."

Riza smiled and shook her head. Then, reaching up, she pretended to take an invisible crown off of her head. With a giggle, Rebecca bowed forward as Riza imitated setting and adjusting it on Rebecca's hair. As she leaned back, Rebecca 'adjusted' it once more before weaving her fingers together and saying, "And speaking of planning, I have a question for you."

"It would be an honor," Roy said as he set his empty beer glass down on the counter.

Havoc beamed as he clapped Roy on the shoulder. "That's great! Welcome aboard."

Roy shook his head and chuckled. "Have you asked any of the other men yet?"

"Nope, you're the first one," Havoc noted as he set his mug down. "I figured I'd ask Falman and Fuery when I see them next week, and I'll ask Breda tomorrow when we play cards."

"Sounds like a plan."

Havoc nodded as he fished his wallet out of his pocket and began to poke around for loose cenz. "And speaking of plans, do you think the women have my entire big day planned out already?"

"It's possible," Roy replied.

"Well, as long as she tells me the date I'll be sure to show up."

When he produced a few cenz, Roy shook his head and pushed his hand away. "I've got it tonight. Consider this a congratulatory gift."

"Thanks, boss," Havoc replied as he beamed and pushed his wallet back into his pocket.

"No problem," Roy said as he handed the barman their bills. "Although I'm surprised you're packing up so soon. Figured you'd want to celebrate a little more."

"Nah," Havoc replied as he slipped his jacket on over his shoulders. "As much as I'd like to, I already made plans with Rebecca after we told you two." When Roy raised his brows, Havoc took it as a questioning glance and winked, "To, you know, seal the deal."

With a small sigh, Roy massaged the bridge of his nose and frowned. "Thank you for that mental image, Havoc."

"Sorry, boss," Havoc apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I'm just kind of excited. It's weird considering myself an engaged man." When Roy gave him a small smile in reply, Havoc chuckled and shook his head. "I hope it doesn't wear off anytime soon because I admit that I'm really liking the idea of it…"

"Oh," Roy replied, "Trust me. If you love her like you say you do, then the feeling will never wear off."

"I'm home!"

Upon hearing the announcement of Riza's presence, Roy smiled and folded up the newspaper he had in his hands and rose to his feet to greet her. "Welcome home," he said as he strolled over to her and helped her remove her jacket. "How was Rebecca?"

"Great," Riza said as she removed her scarf to drape over the coatrack. "And Lieutenant Havoc?"

"Absolutely smitten," he noted as she turned toward him. "So," he began on a new train of thought, "What did she assign you to?"

"Matron of honor duties," Riza said with a small smile.

"I figured," he said as he grinned. When she quirked a brow in question, he announced, "Groomsman," as he stepped closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. "So when's the wedding? I assume you and Catalina planned the entire thing over coffee."

Riza chuckled and shook her head as she followed suit and wound her arms around him. "Not quite. She has a few ideas she bounced off of me, but she's nowhere near being finished planning it."

Roy playfully raised a brow and sarcastically said, "Really? I figured it would already be next month."

Riza shook her head again. "She said not until after the baby comes and we're more settled into our roles. She wants to make sure I'll be able to perform all of my duties."

"Makes sense," Roy replied with a mild shrug. When she agreed, he asked, "So how was the proposal for her? Was it everything she hoped it would be after riding him about it for over a year?"

Riza rolled her eyes and said, "According to her it was perfect."

"Havoc said the same thing. Although, I still think my proposal was better though," Roy said proudly as he pulled her closer to him.

"It was," she hummed in reply. "Although we could have done without the rain."

He frowned. "I checked, double-checked, and even triple-checked the forecast for that evening and I swear that it said clear skies for the night."

She gave him a light laugh before draping her arms around his neck. "Still, your improvisation was very impressive."

"I guess," he replied as he stuck his lower lip out. "Though I would have much preferred my original plan."

Riza smiled and shook her head. "I'll admit that writing your proposal out in the sky with fire would have been very neat, but what matters now is where we are at this moment."

Roy chuckled and dipped his head forward, resting his forehead against hers as he freed one of his hands and eased it up to rest on her growing belly. "True," he murmured as he closed his eyes and sighed, "Because in the end, everything I've ever wanted is right here."

Bonus: What actually happened…

After pulling out Rebecca's chair and nearly running over her toes with it, Jean carefully eased her in to the table without another incident before hurrying around to sit down in his chair. Already feeling his cheeks begin to warm, he lifted up the menu and held it in front of his face, scanning over the various dishes and appetizers the restaurant served. When he heard her pick up her menu as well, he relaxed slightly.

When he spied an appetizer they could start off with, he lowered the menu and said, "Hey Becks, do you—"

"Yes."

His heart practically burst out of his chest as he froze, his eyes as wide as hers. When he opened his mouth to stammer out something, she quickly corrected herself and said, "I mean, yes, dear? What is it?"

"Oh, uh," he began as she averted her eyes from him, her cheeks turning a ruddy hue. "I was just wondering if you wanted to get some baked asparagus as an appetizer since they're your favorite and all."

"That would be great," she squeaked back as she glanced down at the menu again. "And maybe we could order our entrees while we're at it."

It was Jean's turn to squeak. "You want to order everything in one go?" When she hesitated, he backtracked and nodded, "We could do that! Especially if we already know what we want anyway. As long as we can get dessert."

"Oh?"

Backpedaling even further, Jean rubbed the back of his neck and coolly said, "I've really been craving their chocolate cake."

"Oh," she said again slowly and then pursed her lips. After a few beats, she nodded and said, "Yeah, me too, actually."

"Great," he replied as he smiled, feeling the knots in his stomach loosen ever so slightly.

"Ready to order?"

They both looked up to see that the waiter had returned with a notepad in hand. With a nod, Jean gestured to Rebecca and grinned. "Yes, we're ready to order."

The more Jean filled his stomach, the less nervous he felt about the entire situation. Perhaps it had been the wine or maybe the food. Though the one thing that was certain was that the longer he spoke to her, the more confident he became. If all went according to plan, they would leave there not just boyfriend and girlfriend, but fiancées to the other.

The thought caused a tremor of excitement to course through Jean. Because while the nervousness and trepidation was still there, they had mostly been masked by his excitement. So when he saw their waiter approaching them out of the corner of his eye after their plates had been taken, he straightened himself out and said, "I hope you don't mind, but I ordered a little something beforehand."

He watched as Rebecca's head whipped around to watch the waiter approach and he held his breath as the young man slowly placed the decedent plate down in front of her, the impeccable piece of dessert sporting the ring he and the General had spent so long searching for. So when her eyes slid down to it, he eased himself off of his seat and got down onto one knee, gesturing to the piece of cake in front of her.

Clearing his throat so that she would turn her attention toward him, he held his hand out toward her and began, "Rebecca Catalina, you have been a part of my life since I—"

With a loud squeal, she launched forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and cried, "Yes, yes, yes!"

Stunned by her sudden display, Jean held his arms out from his sides and uttered, "Uhh, wait, I haven't…," as he felt his ears grow warm.

Nuzzling her face into his neck, Rebecca squeezed him tighter and murmured, "Of course I'll marry you, you goof," into his ear.

Feeling a smile spread across his lips, he lowered his arms and wrapped them around her, drawing her closer to himself. Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly before chuckling and uttering, "I love you… I love you so much."

A/N: I'm sorry this took so long ;_; I promise I won't go so long without an update next time. I just got stuck on the angst train and I couldn't get off for a while. But now I'm back on track and feeling fluffy :D Thank you for your patience as well. It means the world!

Next time expect some Team Mustang shenanigans and Royai cuddles toward the end (inspired by the magnificent theysangastheyslew on Tumblr (aka MethodforMadness on deviantart)! Also, Roy writing his proposal out in the sky was purely her idea. Inspired by this picture on deviantart: methodformadness .deviantart art /Mazel-Tov-532375484. Just remove the spaces owo). Again, thank you for the reviews, favorites, and follows! It all means so much!