Disclaimer: Hiromu Arakawa owns Fullmetal Alchemist and anything else involved. I, therefore, own nothing.
Author's Note: Written as a gift!
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Character(s)/Pairing(s): Roy, Maes/Gracia, baby Elicia, mention of Riza
January 28, 2011
"There's the number of the restaurant, the doctor, the usual babysitter—"
"Alright, alright," Roy responded, waving his hands in dismissal at his best friend—who had been ticking off, on each finger, every single person in Central, more or less, that could do a better job or save his ass if anything went wrong. Like he didn't already have that sort of thing figured out.
"You remember how to change a diaper?"
"Yes, mother," he replied sardonically.
"You're going to call Hawkeye ten minutes after we leave, aren't you?" Hughes joked. In a hushed tone, he pulled Roy closer in an aside, "Remember, hanky panky happens when Elicia is asleep and asleep only. I don't need my precious baby's eyes melted off because of you and what you like to call technique."
"I agreed to babysit, not get my life evaluated. Now just go!" Roy frowned, pushing Maes away—who was putting up a weak fight. "Don't be a brat."
Hughes snickered to himself as gave up to go collect his wife. She met him halfway, carrying their precious little angel in her arms. Elicia was almost a year old, and this was the first time they were going to leave her alone.
Gracia looked pensive. "You know, Roy, if you're not comfortable doing this we can always reschedule."
Maes scooped Elicia out of Gracia's arms and deposited her into Roy's—not before planting a wet one on her forehead. Elicia was in a daze, fresh from a nap. Disgruntled to be yanked out of her mother's arms, she made a noise of disapproval. After Roy swayed her back and forth in his arms a bit, the baby nestled against him. His arms were secure enough for her to doze off again.
"See? He's a natural!"
"Please, just go."