2. Family

Rating: PG-ish?

"Winry!" Edward calls, as he shuts the front door with his foot.

"What, Ed?" she calls back from the living room.

"I couldn't find that MK7-650Special that you wanted." He says as he passes through the living room, into the kitchen.

"What?" she whips around in her seat on the couch, "I know I saw it yesterday!"

"At Drezden's, right? Apparently, he sold out." He leans on the door frame, still holding several large paper bags.

"No!" she wailed. "I can't believe it's sold out!" In the kitchen, Edward filters out Winry's laments as he unpacks and stores the groceries. Veggies in the fridge; bread in the cupboard; nuts, bolts, nails go in the tool box—tool closet; milk…fridge, too.

"Naa, Winry," He walks back into the living room with an apple in each hand. Winry stopped ranting and turned to face him. He gives her an apple; "I did manage to get the old geezer to order another for you." he bits into his own fruit, and walks around to the front of the couch.

Winry immediately lights up, "Yes! I knew I could count on you!" and tries to tackle-hug him.

"Whoa! Careful!" he stumbles at the sudden extra weight thrown at him. "It's great that you put all that faith in me and all," he says, then more quietly, just above a whisper, "but we don't wanna damage this little bundle here, though." Edward pulls Winry in from behind and puts a human hand on her bloated middle.

"That's right," her back pressed firmly to his chest, and her hands resting on his, "we're going to be a family soon."