Roy was alone in his office with his son. Riza left him alone with the napping Haytham for a moment and told him to finish his paperwork. But 20 minutes after she'd left Haytham woke up and Roy abandoned all of his work to play with his son. He was sitting down on the floor with Haytham playing peek-a-boo. After a few peek-a-boo rounds, Roy swooped Haytham up in his arms and started tickling the boy. Suddenly the doors burst open. Roy stopped tickling Haytham and looked to the door. Only to see his wife holding some papers, looking slightly amused and slightly annoyed. And next to her were General Armstrong and Major Miles.

"Well would you look at this, Fuhrer Roy Mustang, playing down on the ground with a child. What a sight!" Armstrong mocked.

Riza looked at Roy sternly. He quickly cleared his throat and stood up with his son in his arms.

"Sir, you were supposed to work on the papers…"

"I know lieutenant, but he woke up and, you know, I just had to play with him…" Roy whined trying to convince his wife.

She sighed and set more papers down on his desk and then took Haytham off of Roy's hands. Roy sighed, he wanted to keep playing with Hay, but duty called. She set Haytham down on the floor and let him play with his toys. Roy sat behind his desk and Armstrong sat across from him and Major Miles waited outside of the office. Riza sat down and filled some papers while occasionally stealing glances at her son. She started understanding Roy's desire to abandon his work in favor of playing with Haytham. But she was at work, she needed to finish and then she would be free to play with her son. As she finished her papers, Roy and Olivier talked about Briggs. Haytham was very interested on the blonde woman sitting across from his father. The 7-month-old boy crawled towards the lady and tugged on pant leg. Olivier looked down to the boy. He laughed and smiled at her. She looked questionably at Lieutenant Hawkeye.

"What is he doing? And could you tell him to stop it?" Olivier said sternly

Hawkeye chuckled.

"Well, he likes you General." Hawkeye answered.

"That's strange. Normally you scare the life out of any living thing around you…" Roy joked.

Armstrong shot an annoyed glare at Mustang, making him slightly cower on his chair. Riza got up and picked Haytham up.

"Here General Armstrong, why don't you hold him while I go deliver some papers?" She said setting Haytham down on her lap.

Olivier looked questionably at the child, who on the other hand was amused.

"I'll be back in a little while." Hawkeye announced as she walked out of the office.

Olivier turned her attention to the giggling baby boy sitting on her lap. She was visibly tense and uncomfortable. Roy looked even more amused than Haytham.

"Well would you look at that, General Olivier Mira Armstrong, intimidated by a 7 month old baby. What a sight!" Roy mocked.

"Be quiet you insolent punk!" Olivier yelled.

Roy laughed loudly. Haytham took a particular interest in a medal from Olivier's uniform. He began to play with the medal. Roy immediately noticed.

"Haytham, don't play with that!" He said sternly.

Haytham stopped playing with it and turned his attention to something else. Olivier looked amazed at the boy.

"He's really obedient. How?"

"Riza's very strict. But, truth be told, he's been always like that. I guess he gets it from his mother. He mostly takes after her."

"Thank God for that!"

Roy huffed. Suddenly Lieutenant Hawkeye walked in. Roy smiled widely when he saw his wife walk in. He stood up.

"Well, I'm off to grab something to eat. I'll be back in a few minutes." He said.

He walked by Riza and gave her a peck on the cheek and whispered 'I love you' into her ear. She smiled shyly. She was about to tell him that he shouldn't behave like that in the office, but before she could say anything he had disappeared.

"Out of all of the guys you could've settled for, you settled for a buffon like him."

Riza sighed and looked at Armstrong.

"Yeah, he may be a complete idiot at times but I love him. He's a loving husband and a caring father. I couldn't have asked to be settled to another man."

Armstrong looked down to the boy still sitting on her lap.

"Your boy, he's a really special kid. He takes after you."

"Yeah, Roy says that a lot. He is a special kid. Apart from Roy, he's one of the greatest joys in my life. Having him was one of the greatest things that have ever happened to me. I'm really blessed to have the opportunity to be his mother." She said walking over to Armstrong and picking up her son.

Olivier had this strange feeling. She suddenly missed having Haytham in her arms. She started getting confused. She wasn't good with kids, at all. She was never cut out to have a perfect family life with a husband and kids. So she never really gave it much thought. But seeing Lieutenant Hawkeye with her son made her think what her life would be like if she had a child of her own. She smiled as she imagined holding a kid of her own. And if she were to have a child with someone, there was only one man she would want to have a child with. She saw Hawkeye bouncing little Haytham in her arms when the door burst open, revealing Fuhrer Mustang finishing an apple.

"Did I miss anything?" Roy said.

"No, we just talked. Nothing interesting sir. You should really get back to those papers, they are due very soon." Hawkeye reminded him.

"Alright…" Roy groaned.

Riza rolled her eyes and walked over to him. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll be over before you know it. We'll be home soon." She whispered in his ear.

"I love you sweetheart." He whispered to her.

She pulled away and cleared her throat.

"Well sir, if you'll excuse us, we'll be at the shooting range with Auntie Becky. Hay loves the shooting range don't you Haytham? Yes you do…" Riza said using her baby voice on her son.

Strangely enough, Haytham did enjoy being at the shooting range with Rebecca and Riza. Roy looked on until Riza and Haytham walked out of his office. He then sat back down and he and Armstrong resumed their conversation about Briggs and then went on to talk about Ishval. After another hour of conversation, General Armstrong was finally dismissed. She was still thinking about her idea about children. She walked out of the Fuhrer's office and met Major Miles.

"Ready to go back to Briggs, Miles?"

"Yes sir." Miles said saluting.

Olivier looked at him and remained silent for a moment. She huffed and started walking out of Central Command.

"Miles?" She called.

"Yes?"

"I have a special favor to ask of you…"

"For you General, I'll do anything…"

Author's Note:

Who's into the idea of an Olivier/Miles spinoff story? I've played with the idea for a while. So I decided to write this chapter and later start a separate story with these two.