Hello, sorry I have no concept of time.

Because apparently it's been... about three months (give or take a day) since I updated this and to me it only feels like it's been three weeks.

Oops!

"Well that went well." Roy said, as they entered their home following brunch with Riza's maternal grandparents.

"Better then I thought it would." Riza admitted, going to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water.

"So what all did you and your Grandma talk about?" He asked her, sitting down on the couch with a sigh.

"Mostly about my Mother. Apparently they were extremely over protective of her, since they lost three sons before she was ever even born." Riza explained, sitting down next to him.

"Three? Man, that must be awful. What happened? Did she say?"

"One of them, George, contacted measles. Another, Zachary, was a stillbirth. The third, Michael, drowned. I don't know their birth orders or if any of them were ever alive at the same time as another." Riza frowned, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Sometimes I think that's worse than what my Mother went through. Losing a pregnancy before you've even had the chance to form a bump seems a lot less depressing then having to bury a child that you got to hold, feed, and love." She added.

"Yeah..." Roy mumbled, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her closer to him.

"Oh, and before I forget- my Grandma knows about the baby."

This surprised Roy greatly. "I thought we decided not to tell anyone right away?" He asked softly, trying not to sound too upset. He had been dying to tell Christmas that she was going to get a grandchild since the doctors had confirmed it earlier that week.

"She figured it out, Roy. I don't know how, maybe how I was acting or the fact that I told her I couldn't wait to have a family with you. But she asked me if I was expecting, and I couldn't lie to her." Riza sighed.

"Okay."

Riza isn't stupid; she knows he's upset. Understandably so. He wants to tell the Madam that they're going to be having a baby that's due in early June so badly. He has to bite his bottom lip to the point where he draws blood every time she calls them to chat. It isn't fair. It isn't right that a relative that didn't know that Riza even existed a week ago gets to know something before the women that raised Roy did.

"Call Chris and tell her about the baby." She decides simply.

"Riza..."

"No. Call and tell her. It isn't right that my grandmother knows and she doesn't. I made my grandmother promise not to say anything to anyone. Just make sure you have Chris promise the same thing."

Roy smiles at her, and she can see his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I love you." He cooed, kissing her on the lips before quickly jumping off of the couch to run to the phone. He was practically vibrating as he dialed his aunt's phone number, trying to calm his nervous as he waited for her to answer.

"Hello?"

Roy threw his head back in a silent groan. "Madeline, where's my Mom?"

"She went out to lunch with one of her former girls, Desiree, I think the Madam said her name is. Do you know her?"

"Desiree? Nah. She must've been from before she got me. Okay, can you have her call me when she gets home, please?" Roy sighed, trying not to sound disappointed.

"Alright. I'll have her call you as soon as possible. Anything else?" Madeline asked.

"No..."

"Okay, Roy. If you say so. Bye!"

"Bye."

As soon as the phone was placed back down onto the receiver, Riza was up and wrapping her arms around him from behind, her cheek pressed against his spine. "I'm sorry." She mumbled softly.

"It's okay. She'll be able to learn in a few hours verses a few weeks." He said, taking her small hands in his larger ones and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Anything you want to do for the next few hours?" Roy asked her.

"Ohh... I can think of quite a few things." She teased, pulling away from him. He turned around and raised an eyebrow at her, smirks gracing both of their faces.

Riza let out a squeak of pleasure when Roy picked her up and all but tossed her on to her back on the couch cushions.

Standing between the couch and coffee table, he gripped the waist band of her skirt, pulling them and her underwear down and putting them in the floor.

"You better not rip those. Stockings can be expensive." She gasped, arching her hips as he sunk a finger into her, testing her arousal.

"Ohh." She moaned, as Roy curled his finger inside of her, pumping in and out.

"Roy, p-please." Riza begged, reaching out for his waistband.

"So needy and impatient." He smirked, pulling his fingers out of her and licking them clean, moaning happily at the taste.

He thought she tasted delightful before getting pregnant, and being pregnant had made her taste even better.

Standing up, he removed his belt, and unzipped his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down to his knees, his erection springing free. Roy moved to stand at the side of the couch, gripped both of Riza's ankles, and pulled her closer to him, resting her ass on the arm of their couch.

The couch the army had provided them was too small for them both to lay across comfortably, so this was how they were forced to be intimate on it. Sure they could easily get a bigger couch and let the military use the one they provided for another couple, but it wasn't on their list of priorities.

"Roy...!" Riza groaned, begging. "Quit being a tease."

Smirking, Roy spread her legs open, his thumbs pressing into the junctures between her thighs and pelvis, slamming into her. His hands moved to grip her hipbones as moved in and out of her, grunting and groaning as Riza crossed her ankles behind him.

"Oh!" She moaned, feeling him move his hand so his thumb pad could circle her clit.

"So tight." He gasped, a pleased grin on his face.

"So when do you think we made our baby?" Roy couldn't help but ask her. He had been wondering when their little bean had started to grow from the moment the doctor confirmed their existence.

"The romantic part of me would like to think it was the first time we had sex after you saw what my Father had done during your absence." Riza gasped.

"In reality though, it was probably when you shoved me on to the couch and rode me five minutes after I came home." He laughed.

"Or when you- uh- bent me over the kitchen table later that week." She moaned.

When Roy finished, he stilled his hips, spilling into her. Riza moaned softly, her walls milking him. They both couldn't help but laugh in the backs of their heads. Even with their child growing in her womb, she still milked him for every drop of his spend. When he pulled out of her, he used two of his fingers to push his cum back into her, although it was more to keep it from staining the couch than anything else.

"Let me get you a rag." He cooed, pulling his boxers back up.

"Okay." Riza said softly, her hands on her belly.

She was imagining their baby out in the world. Would they be a delicate little girl or a rowdy little boy? Perhaps if it was a girl she'd be like Roy, headstrong and fearless. Anything would be better then a timid little thing like herself. If they were like her would they be bullied? Mocked and ridiculed for things they couldn't control?

She must've been crying, because when Roy came back into the living room, he was concerned.

"Reez? Sweetie, what is it? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" He asked, panicked as he cleaned up her inner thighs.

"Huh? Oh, nothing. I don't really know why I was crying. Hormones, I guess... Figured I'd be further along before that started." She shrugged, smiling at him.

"Are you sure?" Roy asked. He wasn't convinced and they both knew it.

"Mhm." Riza nodded, sitting up to kiss him.

"I love you so much." She grinned.

"I love you more." Roy kissed her back.

Riza was making dinner, chicken noodle soup, when Madam Christmas called Roy back.

"What is it you wanted to tell me, Roy boy?" She asked gruffly.

"Hey ma, I got a question for you. Are you alone?"

"Yes I'm alone. The girls are all downstairs. Now what is it?" She sighed. She must've not had a good day today, because Roy could tell by her tone she was trying not to get upset.

Roy smirked, even though the Madam couldn't see it, but Riza could. What a dork.

"Would you like a grandson or a granddaughter?"

"... What?"

"Would you like a gran-"

"I heard you the first time! Are you serious?" Christmas gasped.

"Yes I'm serious!"

"When?"

"When did it happen or when is it coming?" He asked her.

"When is it coming?"

"Not entirely sure, but we're thinking some time in June. Doctor will confirm it next week though."

"Oh my God. You're serious? You better not be lying to me, Roy!" She snapped.

"Why would I lie to you- or anyone, for that matter- about this?" Roy questioned.

"I don't know. Oh my God. I'm gonna be a Grandma. Holy mother of God."

"I take it you're happy?"

"Of course I'm happy!" She cried.

"You better worship the ground Riza walks on! Least you can do for her. Poor thing better pray that baby doesn't inherit your fat head. You nearly got stuck coming out of your Mother!" Madam Christmas reminded him.

"I know. And I will. Dinners done, I'll talk to you later. I love you."

"Love you too. And give Riza a hug for me. Bye."

"Bye."

Expect a time skip next chapter, because my goal is for the baby to be born before the end of chapter 16.

Also, from now on, this will be the only story I post/update on both Ao3 and Fanfiction.

So if there's a story here that you wish to keep on reading, you'll have to go over to that sight. My username and story titles are all the same.

If you wish to continue with my story 'Victory' please note that it is a series of one shots & is a bunch of short stories on Ao3 and not one big story like it is here.