Drabble the Thirty-Second.another fantastically humorous ideafrom Humor Queen Merc. the suggestion, " Why don't you write a short drabble (or two) where Riza is pregnant and Gracia convinces the pair to babysit Elysia for practice." the result...read on!
Roy stared at Elysia, then Riza, and then back at Elysia. He had to do what?!
"Just give her a bath, Roy. Fill the tub, plop her in, help her wash, towel off, and get her dressed. It really isn't that hard." Riza was running out of patience. Elysia was at that cute toddler stage where she either wanted to go everything herself or she wanted everything done for her. This evening, it was the latter, and Roy was not helping. For all his enthusiasm about creating a kid, he seemed to have no interest in actually maintaining one. She owed Gracia for letting her use Elysia as a sort of training for her errant husband. Gracia knewthe manhad a soft spot for her daughter, and she had been hoping to use that to Riza's advantage. She was a shrewd woman, Gracia Hughes, and Riza Hawkeye was no stranger to tactics either. "Mustang, how can you expect the men to listen to your plans and strategy if you cant even maneuver a child into a tub?"
That did it- a frontal assault on the man's pride never failed. His scowl deepened before splitting into a huge smile as he turned back to Elysia. "Bath time!" He crowed, swinging the giggling toddler into his arms and parading off towards the bathroom.
Forty minutes later he emerged, white shirt soaked through, his pants splashed in countless places, and a bit of soapsuds stuck to the side of his face. He deposited the cheery Elysia in Riza's arms and continued walking, determined to get away for at least a few minutes.
"Roy, I did tell you the doctor said it was going to be triplets, didn't I?"
To his credit, Roy managed to make it outside before howling in terror.
a/n - the image of Roy with suds on his face, holding Elysia...i wish i could draw....