Hello y'all!
This OS has been written with the theme "Douleur" = "Pain". Since I've written something tragic with the theme "Fullness" ("It is finished", in my Royai OS collection), this one will be happy and fluffy! (with some pain since it's the theme)
Rating K+
Characters: Edward Elric, Winry Rockbell
Relationship: Edward/Winry
Genres : Romance, Family, Fluff, Humor
Enjoy!
"Ed, can you cut the pie? I want a piece." Winry's voice rang from the living room where she was resting.
Edward raised his eyes from the frame he was trying to assemble to put a photo of their wedding in it. "Right now? Winry, we finished lunch not so long ago, are you sure it's reasonable?" He asked, although he was used to his wife's demands, especially for a few months now.
"Ed, if I didn't need your help to rise up, I would already have a wrench to throw at you!"
Edward smiled. Her pregnancy hadn't changed her, and after several months where she'd lacked energy she was as energetic as ever. He put the half-assembled frame on the table – with his alchemy it would have been much faster – and rose. He took the knife without care and shouted from surprise and pain. He looked at the cut that began to bleed on his finger and realized he'd accidentally taken the blade. He stifled a swear and ran to the sink to clean the cut. Then he took his handkerchief and wrapped it around his finger. It would be enough for now, he decided while he tied the ends of the cloth together.
Once he was holding the handle of the knife, he cut a piece of the pie and placed it on a plate.
"Here's your command, Mrs. Rockbell-Elric!" He claimed as he entered the living room. He sat on the sofa where Winry was resting and put the plate on the table next to her. He gave her a small fork. She accepted it, frowning.
"I heard you cry, are you alright?"
"Me? Oh, yeah, just a cut with the knife…" Edward waved his bandaged right hand, and Winry laughed.
"Once again you forgot your arm isn't metallic anymore!"
"I know," Edward grumbled for the appearance. It wasn't the first time he hurt the arm he'd got back during Promised Day, and they both knew it wouldn't be the last. "At least my leg gives you some work to do."
"You take more care of it than you did with your arm, so I do only routine checks on it. Now, I'll eat that pie, then I've got laundry to hang up," Winry said as she bent to take the plate.
The fork fell on the floor in a metallic noise and Edward saw Winry wince and put her hands on her belly.
"Winry! What is it?" He asked, worried.
His wife slowly breathed in, out, then straightened and smiled. "I think this one was stronger than the others."
"The others? Winry, don't tell me it's not the first contraction!"
"In that case I won't tell you anything! But they're closer now, and… oh."
Oh. Indeed.
Edward saw with utter dismay the sofa darken where Winry was sitting. The training he'd followed for the last weeks took over. He rose and put an arm under her legs, the other on her back and lifted her. Winry shouted in protest.
"Ed! I can still walk!"
"And I'm bulking up! You're not as light as you were, you know?"
Winry hit his shoulder. "I can walk, and I decided I'd stand for most of the labor, so put me down," she ordered with a firm voice.
Edward obeyed but kept his hands on her all the time they climbed the stairs and until they were in their bedroom. Winry leaned back against the table and clung at the side when a new contraction hit her. Edward caressed her cheek and placed a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm going to call the doctor and Alphonse, then I'll come back with water," he said.
He kissed her and went down to make his calls. Alphonse and May arrived ten minutes later from the house the brothers had built after they'd come back to Resembool. The doctor arrived later and began to give his instructions.
The following hours were full of anguish, cries of pain, and various talks between Winry's contractions. Finally, after one last push from her, a cry rang in the room, the cry of a little being who was taking its first breath in the world.
"It's a boy!" The doctor announced.
Sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still squeezed in Winry's, Edward glanced an admirative and loving look at her. "You did a fantastic job, Win. We have a son," he whispered.
His throat was clenched, and once the baby was cleaned and placed on his mother's chest to suck, he broke into sobs.
"Hey, Ed, it's alright, he's here," Winry breathed gently.
Edward nodded. "I know… he's here," he managed to say between sobs. "We've created a life. A small life who'll bring beauty into this world."
He kissed his son's forehead. The baby had found his mother's breast and was drinking without care about the world. His hair was as blond as his parents'.
"Welcome, my son." Edward kissed Winry, and nothing else mattered outside her and their child. Their little child.
The forgotten pie was eaten by May and Alphonse when they hanged the laundry during the delivery.