Here's the next chapter XD Hopefully it's enjoyable and longer than the last one. I must admit I struggled with this chapter a little but I think it worked out well... sort of...

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.

Talk of Cake

"Riza!" I heard Roy's voice yell. His tone was mixed with anger, concern and sadness. My eyes slowly flickered open and I turned to look at him.

"Roy?" I asked quietly.

"Colonel?" asked another voice sounding a little like Edward's. Edward appeared in my eyesight two seconds later, holding a box. Roy took the box off of Ed sharply.

"Thanks, Fullmetal," he said. Ed was looking at me, his eyes full of concern.

"Is she OK?" Ed asked, crouching down.

"She will be," Roy replied, although he didn't sound certain. I found my head on the floor of the bathroom. I was laying on my stomach with my shirt off. As I came to, I felt a burning sensation in my lower back. I cringed as I felt Roy dab something on it with a dry cloth. I moved my head slightly, causing Roy and Ed's attention to slip from my back to my face.

"Riza? Riza? Are you OK?" Ed asked.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't think I would pass out."

"How do you feel?" Ed asked loudly.

"Roy?" I asked. Roy remained silent as he continued to dab my back with whatever it was. After a few minutes he asked Ed for some bandages. Ed passed them to him quickly and Roy set about wrapping my back in these bandages. He helped me to my feet and walked me to the bed. He slowly lowered my down onto my front. Ed was looking at me concerned by what had happened. Roy walked over to one of the wardrobes and pulled out one of his shirts. He helped me put it on before he sat up straight and looked at me.

He wasn't looking at me, he was looking down at me. I met his gaze with a glare of my own. He was angry, I could tell but he hadn't spoken yet. Ed looked between us, deciding not to get involved. I glanced at Ed.

"I don't want anybody else's children," I stated. Ed seemed surprised by my words. He looked at Roy who merely nodded.

"I know," he said feebly, "But…"

He trailed off. He stood up and paced the room. Ed watched him carefully. I knew Roy was trying to calm himself down while trying to find the right words to say. Slowly he stopped pacing and looked at me.

"I'm sorry," he said, "I thought… I didn't think… Fullmetal, get out."

"I'm not going anywhere," Ed snapped, folding his arms in a stubborn manner. Roy shrugged and climbed onto the bed beside me.

"I'm angry," Roy said, "But I also understand. Who knows what doing that could have done to you. You should have asked-"

"I already asked and you said no," I snapped, "Damn it, Roy. I don't need lecturing about this. It's my decision so deal with it."

Roy rubbed my shoulders and gently kissed my head.

"I wish you would have told me," he muttered as he pulled away.

"It was an impulsive move," I admitted, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," came a voice from the doorway, "Everyone's sorry."

I turned my head a little so I could see George stood in the doorway, wearing her usual civilian attire. I blinked a few times, thinking I was imagining things until I realised how pale she looked and that she was wheezing slightly. She coughed loudly before slumping on the door frame.

"Take it easy," Ed said, "Don't tell me you left Kit with Havoc?"

"I left him with Al and Hayate, technically," George replied. Her gaze travelled onto me and she gave me a weak smile. "You should be thankful, Mustang."

"Why's that?" Roy asked, sitting up and glaring at her.

"At least she got her birth control sorted," George replied with a shrug. I looked at Ed who had decided he was going to pretend he didn't understand what George had said. I heard Roy chuckle slightly beside me.

"I suppose," he said. He bent down and kissed my head once more. George coughed weakly again and made to leave the room.

"Nice to see you, Riza," George yelled from the hallway. She coughed once again before her footsteps disappeared towards the stairs. After ten minutes or so, Ed disappeared, finally deeming it safe to leave me alone with Roy.

"At least you didn't cut them too deep," Roy said as he rubbed my lower back.

"I'm sorry," I found myself saying once again, "The thought of having that transmutation circle on my back made me feel like I wasn't human. Like I didn't belong to you."

He kissed my head and jumped off of the bed.

"You just wanted a day off from looking after Kit," he remarked with a grin, "What a shame, after an accident my fiancé had, I had to take a day off to make sure she was OK and then arrange a babysitter until she was OK again."

"Thank you, Roy," I said. Roy looked at me and smiled.

"Just don't ever let me find you passed out on the floor again, OK?" he asked. I nodded until my back twinged painfully.

"Does this mean?" I asked, "With George being out of the hospital?"

"Three weeks," Roy replied with a nod. I smiled as he left the room. I was going to be Mrs Mustang in three weeks. I felt butterflies in my stomach, feeling instantly like a one of Roy's fan girls.

"You're holding him wrong!"

"I think I know how to hold a baby!"

"You're going to drop him!"

"I am not! Just stop crowding me!"

"You're going to drown him!"

"Here! If you're going to-"

There was a few loud hacking coughs. I sat up in bed and looked around the room. I rubbed my head.

"Hey, are you alright?"

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and slowly sat up, ignoring the pain in my lower back. I looked towards the bathroom door to see Roy leaning out of it with a toothbrush in his mouth. He shrugged and returned into the bathroom. I heard him spit into the basin and turn the tap on. He turned the tap off and walked out of the room with a towel in his hands.

"You left our son with Havoc and Breda?" I asked, annoyed.

"And George," Roy added. That explained the coughing and the, now, silence downstairs. Roy froze as there was a loud crash downstairs.

"Ah!"

"Breda?" Roy asked. I nodded.

"Breda," I replied. Roy chuckled as he sat on the bed behind me to put some socks on. "So why are Havoc and Breda here?"

"Hell if I know," Roy said with a sigh, "I think Breda tagged along with Havoc to see how George was or something. That's all I heard him mutter when he arrived."

"Oh?" I asked. I looked at him.

"It's going to be one long day," Roy moaned, "Can I leave Breda with you for a while?"

"If you want," I replied with a shrug, "I thought Havoc got baby duty, not Breda."

"Yeah," Roy said jumping to his feet, "But I'm trying my best to separate Havoc and George for a while."

"Why's that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Roy pulled on his jacket and fastened it quickly. He walked towards me and helped me to my feet. I cringed as I stood up straight. Roy steadied me. I looked up at him. "You don't think they've got feelings for each other, do you?"

"Feelings?" Roy asked. He looked confused at me like he'd never thought about them in that way. "Havoc can't keep a girl for a week."

"That's not what I asked," I snapped. Roy chuckled again. He kissed my forehead.

"The thought didn't even cross my mind," Roy admitted, "But the guys have been… misbehaving a little. I'm thankful that George isn't there at the minute otherwise they would've all been pranked horribly."

Roy took his arms from around me and I stood awkwardly on the spot for a second before I took a few steps towards the door.

"Another reason why I wanted Breda to stay here is so that he can help with the planning," Roy said. I looked over my shoulder at him. Roy met my gaze and gave me a grin. "He is the best at tactical planning. You try beating him at chess."

"Get that thing away from the baby!"

"Yeah," I said returning Roy's grin, "He maybe a great tactical planner but what does he know about decorations and seating arrangements?"

"He knows about cake," Roy joked. We laughed as Roy slung an arm round my back and led me down the stairs.

The first thing I noticed was that George was sat on the sofa with Kit in her arms, peacefully drinking from his bottle. Havoc was sat beside her with his arms on the back of the sofa and laughing hysterically as Hayate pranced round a chair that Breda was stood on. Breda looked at Hayate with a look of utter terror. I could see him visibly shaking. George was paying Kit more attention than her colleagues. She still looked deathly pale and thin. She glanced up at me.

"Here comes your parents, Kit," she told the baby in her arms, "Hopefully you won't grow into a total goof like your father."

"Careful," Roy replied, "You're not in hospital at the minute."

She coughed loudly, quickly passing Kit to Havoc. Havoc jumped as she placed Kit onto his lap and quickly moved his arms to hold the poor baby. George coughed a few times, each cough making her body shake violently. I walked over to Havoc and took Kit off of him so he could help George. She stopped coughing after a minute or so. She looked weakly towards Havoc.

"You're going to be late," she told Havoc in a matter of fact tone. Havoc nodded slowly as he rose to his feet.

"Sure," Havoc said, rubbing his head. He watched her for a few more seconds before looking at Roy.

"Breda, would you mind staying with Riza and George for a while?" Roy asked Breda, as he pulled on his black coat. Breda nodded slowly, wondering why he was being asked this. "I'll be home around six. Havoc and Breda can take George home. By the way George, a Mary rang up the office yesterday asking if you were alright and if she could come up and stay with you until you're fit."

"And you said?" George asked, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was annoyed but her face was neutral.

"I told her that it wouldn't be necessary," Roy replied, "However, Havoc will be collecting her from the train station at four."

"Havoc," George said, sliding her eyes onto the blonde lieutenant, "Touch her and you die. Got it?"

"Like I would touch her," Havoc snapped, folding his arms across his chest, "I mean… Sure."

George glared at him before breaking down into a coughing fit. Breda turned to Roy.

"Is there anything I'm supposed to do here, Colonel?" Breda asked, "Set a perimeter? Gather intel?"

"No," Roy replied, "But you will be doing some very important planning."

"Of course, sir," Breda said with a nod. He paused before adding: "What sort of planning?"

"A wedding," Roy replied, smirking. Breda's jaw dropped.

"A…A wedding?" Breda asked. Roy nodded, "But… But… I'm a trained officer not a wedding planner."

"Breda's a wedding planner," chorused Havoc and George. Breda shot Havoc a dark look but he was too busy chanting to take any notice.

"True," Roy replied airily, "But it's in three weeks. Who else can possibly plan and co-ordinate such a thing in a week. You were the East's best strategist, weren't you?"

"Yes, sir," Breda replied.

"Then surely this will be an easy thing in comparison," Roy said, "Unless, you think it will be too hard?"

"Not at all, sir," Breda said. I glanced at George who was smirking. "I will accept my new mission, sir."

"Very good, Lieutenant," Roy said, "Let's go, Havoc."

"Sure, Chief," Havoc replied, following Roy as he left through the door.

"Oh, and George?" Roy called, "Don't kill Breda."

"Fine," George replied. Havoc grinned as he closed the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Breda rubbed his hands together.

"I need paper, the phone directory and a cup of coffee," he said. I nodded as I limped towards the kitchen.

"I'll find the paper and directory," George said, "Come on Hayate, show me where they are."

The dog barked and ran towards the stairs. Breda waltzed into the kitchen, pushing me out of the way so that he could make the coffees. He glanced at me as he spooned some instant coffee powder into three cups.

"So I was thinking, a hundred guests and a four tier cake," he said. I merely smirked.

Hehe, the wedding planning begins! Woo! Anyway, hope you've enjoyed this chapter XD

RSx