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AN: Sorry for the delay! (I was ahem prohibited. :P If FFnet was a tangible entity, I'd shove a sharp pointy stick up their ass.) I had to think for a moment for an inspiration for a pregnant woman... At first I had Hawkeye just being her normally disciplined self, but temptation is too great. My inspiration was for when my Aunt Katie was pregnant, and how she treated her (now ex) boyfriend. :) Also, you all need to thank ffsilverwolf, a good friend of mine, who told me that I should do this chapter, not just skip it over. :P
CHAPTER 6
Over the next five months, the office observed Hawkeye. They noticed that unlike other women, she didn't get Extreme PMS and start killing everybody, for which everyone was thankful. As time went by, watchers could see Hawkeye getting larger and larger.
In addition, all the other women in Headquarters took an interest in her. At first, all the female officers, receptionists, clerks, etc., that had at one point fantasized about Roy Mustang hated Riza Hawkeye for 'nabbing him'. But, with a baby on the way, the Unified Women of HQ put aside their jealousy and converged on Hawkeye in a squealing mass of motherly instinct.
That in itself was enough for Hawkeye to go postal, but she endured. She endured the hormones, the random emotions, the urges to destroy all humanity. She put up with living with Roy, and she put up with having more and more difficulty doing everyday tasks. She still came to the office everyday, not even pausing to consider taking maternity leave. Simply, Riza Hawkeye REFUSED to become one of THOSE women who could not control a simple thing like hormones. Wimps.
But, however much she ignored it, Hawkeye did have hormones. And one day, they would break out of her iron control…
That day came around the middle of her sixth month.
Riza had started the day normally enough. Shove husband into office, check. Give husband today's paperwork, check. Give husband liberal amounts of coffee, check. Take magazine away from husband, check.
Flipping idly through the magazine, Riza found the coupons. Hm, coupons. Coupons were always good.
If she had bothered to pause for a moment, Riza would have noticed the danger signs right there. Since when did she care more about coupons then she did about paperwork?
Oblivious to the coming danger, she browsed. When she came upon a coupon for toilet paper, Riza Hawkeye felt a sudden uprising of emotion. Furious, and a little panicked, Hawkeye tried to keep it down. No way, no way, NO WAY was she going to give in! But, contrary to her wishes, Riza soon found herself crying. She couldn't believe it! How could she just start crying over NOTHING like that!
Very quickly, Riza found herself hysterically bawling. The noise brought Roy out of his office. Swiftly looking around for the commotion, he saw Riza and gaped. Rushing to her side, he knelt down and asked, concerned, "What's wrong?"
Riza brought her face up out of her hands and glared at Roy. This was all HIS fault! Hysterical sobbing soon gave way to murderous rage. "You…" she hissed.
Roy stiffened. He had no idea what was going on, but that didn't sound good.
"You… this is all YOUR FAULT!" Hawkeye screeched the last part at her husband's rapidly retreating backside, following him determinedly down the hallway. She would NOT let him get away from PUNISHMENT.
Meanwhile, Roy Mustang was running for his life, looking around for a good hiding place. A good enough hiding place that he wouldn't have to leave it for the next few months.
"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY!" Riza's hunting call rang through headquarters. His blood chilled, and he sped up. Apparently, he still wasn't going fast enough, because he FELT that bullet go past his head.
Later, by-standers swore that Mustang was running near the speed of light.
Careening around a corner, Mustang ran into, quite literally, Alphonse Elric. Needless to say, Al wasn't the one who ended up on the ground. However, Roy was in very good shape, still in his late twenties, and bounced back up right quick, feeling a spurt of hope.
He had found his hiding spot.
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