AN: "Can you write something with "when were you going to tell me?" in it? I saw it in your angst starter list and thought it could be interesting. Also could it be Roy and Riza and, please don't make the ending too angsty, there's only so much I can handle. Love your fics, byyye." - anon

"When were you going to tell me?" Roy asked her, his voice hard and gaze cold. It was understandable - she had hidden this vital piece of information from him, but it was for his own good. Everything she did was for his benefit, but he just didn't get that. There was no malicious intent. There was no spite. Riza just wanted to keep him focussed so he wouldn't end up being killed because he was too distracted. That was an entirely likely situation. The man attracted danger wherever he went with his obnoxious need to prove himself to be the best in the room.

But still… with Roy looking at her like he was now… He felt betrayed by her. Riza saw it in his eyes. There was doubt there too - and that hurt the most. She'd never wanted to give Roy a reason to doubt her loyalty and her trust. That wasn't the reason for her secrecy.

"It was to keep you safe -"

"Bullshit," he snapped. Riza frowned. "How would not knowing that keep me safe?" The edge in his voice turned to a growl.

"To keep you focussed and to allow me to do my job effectively. I couldn't do that if you kept me back at the office."

You -!"

"What, Roy?" Riza finally snapped.

He huffed angrily, hands clenched into fists as his shoulders and jaw set. He spun on his heel and marched to the door.

"Roy?" She couldn't help but call for him. Fear had gripped her as she watched him walk away from her, terrified that this was finally the last straw for him. His hand gripped the doorknob tightly as he paused and Riza's ability to breathe stopped as she watched on. She didn't know what to do about him leaving like this. She didn't know how to make it right while stuck in this hospital bed.

She needed to make it right. Now. Before it was too late.

But she didn't regret not informing him of the information she held. She stood by what she did.

Opening her mouth, she was cut off by him. "I'll inform your doctor you're awake."

"Roy -"

"He wants to check over the -" Roy choked on the word, unable to say it. Dread coiled inside Riza's stomach. No, no, no. "The baby. To make sure they're okay."

The door slammed behind him, causing tears to jump into her eyes. They fell silently as Riza stared at the closed door.

Roy stormed down the corridor. He couldn't believe her. Riza had always put herself in front of others but this was something entirely different. She'd put a –

He still struggled to even think the word. His emotions were a hurricane inside of him, unable to latch onto one specific feeling. He was unable to think the word that changed everything for him. For them.

She'd put a foetus in danger today. Her baby. Their -

Roy stumbled to a stop, grasping the wall beside him to keep him upright.

Their baby.

And she didn't fucking tell him.

It's been three months. She was three months pregnant. The wound on her abdomen had narrowly missed her tiny bump. Narrowly missed their child.

Roy dove into the nearest restroom and vomited up his lunch.

He'd almost lost his child today and he would never have known.

She'd kept that from him.

Why?

He would find no answers in his miserable reflection in the mirror, no matter how hard he stared at it. The only one who could answer it was lying in a hospital bed down the hall.

Roy was angry with her. She never had any real concern for herself, only him. The result of that was she'd almost lost her baby today. That was inexcusable, and Roy would feel the same even if it wasn't his child. She shouldered everything under the pretence of "protecting him", but how would not knowing he had a kid protect him? It was such bullshit.

He'd looked into her eyes before he left, and he saw the fear held in there too. She was terrified by the whole thing - terrified of losing their child too - and Roy wasn't helping by storming out, but he needed a break. Hell, he'd just found out he had a kid on the way an hour ago, and then found out Riza's recklessness had almost gotten them killed.

Of course, he couldn't entirely pin the blame on her. He'd dragged her into this mess they now called a life. Ishval, the military, the Promised Day. She'd gotten hurt through all of them because of him. He was angry at himself and needed to remove himself from the situation before she thought that all that anger was directed at her.

The whole situation was a fucking mess.

He cleaned himself up and walked back the way he came. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room silently and saw her facing away from him. She was looking out towards the window, no doubt watching the little robin that was hopping along the windowsill. Her hair tumbled down her back and splayed across the sheet. Her shoulders were rounded in on themselves, revealing she'd either been crying or was about to start.

Roy parked himself at her back, staring at it as he heard the quiet hitches in her breathing.

"I'm sorry for storming out," he murmured. Her shoulders and spine tensed but she didn't reply. "I just… I needed to leave before everything overwhelmed me. I didn't want to lash out at you."

Slowly, Riza rolled over to stare at him. Her hands were placed under her cheeks, and her body curled into a ball. Red eyes met his and Roy instantly felt guilty.

"I was never going to keep it from you forever," she whispered. "I just didn't want you to worry -"

"Riza," he admonished softly, followed by a smile. "At this point I'm always going to worry about you."

Her gaze held his for a second longer before she nodded, dropping her eyes to the bedsheets. "I just… I wanted you focussed. It was unfortunate what happened and I'm sorry you had to find out this way."

Silence reigned and her eyes never left the bedsheet. Roy's hand gently pried on of hers from underneath her cheek. It was warm to the touch as he grasped it tightly.

He could dwell on the fact she didn't tell him for years. They would deal with that issue, but at another time. They would need to, otherwise lack of communication like this would tear them apart. However, right now… Roy didn't want to argue with her. The urge to fight left him when he dragged himself away from the sink in the men's room after cleaning himself up.

Right now, in this hospital, after Riza had been crying quietly to herself, Roy didn't want another argument.

"We're going to have a baby," he whispered quietly, a quiet laugh of disbelief leaving him. Tears of happiness filled his eyes.

Riza's gaze lifted fearfully, then paused when she saw the tearful happiness on his face.

She nodded, gripping his hand tightly. "We are," she whispered.

Roy's head bent and captured her lips with his. If was a soft kiss, but one he used to convey how sorry he was for overreacting and how he forgave her.