Specially saved for Royai Day! Sorry It's so short and that I couldn't post before like I said I was. Exams and Pokemon don't mix. Yeah, Heart Gold stole my brain...

Anyway: I don't own FMA but I really enjoyed chapter 108 XD

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"Who's a good boy?" I heard Roy say to Black Hayate as they played fetch in the back yard. I was upstairs changing Kit but I could hear the dog and Roy playing through a slightly ajar window near to me. I peered out as I heard Roy yell at the dog. I saw Hayate climbing over Roy, who was on his back on the grass, holding out Hayate's ball just out of reach. I held up Kit to show him his father.

"Look what sort of gene pool you've come from," I said seriously. Kit wriggled in my arms. He obviously didn't like looking down from so high. I held him tightly in my arms. "I'm not going to drop you."

The dog yelped. I glanced to see Hayate and Roy wrestling over the ball. The dog was bearing its teeth in a playful manner while Roy was grinning in his usual way whenever he had the upper hand.

"I'm not going to have to worry about you, am I?" I asked Kit, "But I'll be forever running after your father. How sad."

Kit giggled at me.

"At least he'll be a better father than your name sake," I continued. Kit wriggled in my arms and reached for my nose. He put one finger on it and giggled loudly. "That's my nose, Kit."

"Get off!" Roy shouted at the dog outside. I gave a heavy sigh and walked into the hallway. I could hear Roy yelling at the dog but I didn't pay much attention. I walked down the stairs, Kit bouncing lightly in my arms. In the living room I placed him in a small, material cot and tucked him in. I turned on my heel to go into the kitchen to get Kit's bottle. I glanced out of the back door to see if Roy and Hayate had killed each other yet, but Roy was stood up, ball in his right hand with Hayate jumping up, trying to reach it.

I walked towards the cupboard to find the bottle I was looking for but found it was already heating up in tub of boiling water. I carefully picked it out of the water, trying not to burn my fingers in the water. The milk was the right temperature. I smiled and returned to Kit in the living room. I was half way through feeding him when I became aware of Roy watching me from the doorway. He was smirking in his usual way.

"I'm glad to see you've recovered," I said, not amused by his stance or expression. I watched him walk towards us.

"May I?" he said, holding his arms up. I gently pulled the bottle from Kit's mouth and handed Roy the baby. I waited until Roy had Kit nicely settled in his arm before I gave him Kit's bottle. I watched Roy feed Kit.

"You OK?" Roy asked me, looking at me for a fleeting moment. I nodded. "You sure?"

"I think everything's catching up to me all of a sudden," I replied, rubbing my eye with my hand. Roy nodded like he understood.

"You've suddenly got nothing to do," he said, "Apart from look after Kit, but since he's such a good boy he doesn't take much looking after. Do you?"

I smirked as Kit reached upwards and tried to get his father's nose. Roy smiled down at his son and moved his head back as the child took a swing for his nose a moment later.

"Listen," Roy said, somewhat seriously, "There's something I want to talk to you about."

"Oh," I said. Roy took the bottle out of Kit's mouth and moved the baby in his arms so that Kit was up right with his chest on Roy shoulder. Roy patted Kit gently on the back until Kit burped cutely. Chuckling slightly, Roy laid Kit back into his cot and covered him up. I watched him becoming increasingly nervous by the long pause.

"It's about the wedding," Roy said, his gaze still on Kit. I nodded. I waited for him to look up at me. Slowly his head turned up to face mine.

"What about it?" I asked.

"I want to move the date forward," Roy replied. I blinked several times before opening my mouth to ask him why. However, I found that no words came out of my mouth. "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so surprised."

"Sorry," I managed to mutter. Roy took a stride towards me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I automatically looked up into his eyes.

"I almost… I want Kit to be with you. I have a dangerous job and I don't want to tempt fate so as soon as George gets out of the hospital I think we should get married," Roy said, "If anything happens to me before then you'll loose Kit."

"Roy," I said weakly.

"I mean, we can get everyone here in a few weeks, right? I wasn't planning on a big wedding, just the odd family and friends. Will that be alright?" he asked. I nodded. He pulled me into a tight embrace. "Once we're married everything will be fine."

"Roy," I repeated, finding my voice was wavering slightly.

"Yes, Riza?" he asked.

"I… I love you," I replied lamely. Roy's grip tightened on me. He knew perfectly well that I wasn't going to say that but I suddenly found a bit of confidence in myself and ignored the little voices in my head.

Roy left for work the next morning. It took him some coaxing to leave his bed but he was gone just after eight o'clock. I spent the day looking after Kit and arranging for a wedding. It was about half four, after I had put Kit down for a nap that I found myself in the bathroom looking at Roy's razor. It had a sharp edge, very sharp. It could easily slice through any skin. Something strange came over me. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and threw it uncaring onto the floor. I turned so that my back was facing the mirror. I put the blade onto my skin and took a deep breath.

Roy was going to kill me for doing this but it had to be done.

Determined I pulled the blade up, flinching as the skin was sliced. I did it again, once on the same side and then on the other. I looked at the blade and saw the blood on the tip. After a minute or two I felt queasy and my knees gave way. I was plunged into almost immediate blackness.

I've decided to become a writer for Eastenderssince I right pretty close to the normal Eastenders thing in this Fic. It's not my fault... I blame Techno!

RSx