and another bit of ed and rowan fluffy goodness. -fireun
Ed's nose twitched, his attention immediately switching from the paper he was reading to the delicious aroma filling the air. Such a delicious, familiar smell…it poked at the neglected, nostalgic parts of his mind with the insistence of a bloodhound. He folded the paper carefully and stood. Which is when the front door opened, and Rowan stuck his head in, peering about.
"Hullo." Ed waved languidly, his attention on the fact that the opening of the door resulted in the tantalizing scent becoming stronger.
"Oh good! You're home." Rowan's face split into a smile that was altogether too familiar. Anyone who knew Ed had seen that grin, and would be running. He opened the door a bit more, moving to the side. "I brought some company over." When the door was fully open, Rowan waved a young woman in, pulling it shut behind them.
Ed blinked, waves of baby pictures flashing by in his mind. It was the eyes really. They still glittered with an impish amusement of the world that everyone had found irresistible. It had, apparently, managed to affect his son as well, for Rowan was standing there, a stupid smile on his face, and slight flush on his cheeks. "Dad, this is…"
"Elysia." Ed finished, caught somewhere between amusement and pleased disbelief. Oh, and chagrin. He really should have visited the Hughes' more often…
Elysia smiled broadly, offering the box she had entered with. "It's good to see you Mr. Elric. My mother sent this for you."
Ed looked at the box, finally able to tag the odor that had distracted him. "Is that…?"
"Yup!" Rowan could hardly hold still in his pleased pride.
A Gracia Hughes pie. Ed reached out reverently, accepting the unexpected gift. It was still warm…There was a small note attached to the box itself, which Ed removed as soon as he set the pie next to his neglected newspaper.
'Happy Birthday, Edward.'
Ed was stunned; touched and rather at a loss for words. He looked at Elysia with what he was sure was the stupidest smile to ever grace his features splitting his face.
She dropped a kiss onto his cheek, grinning. "Happy birthday!"
"Happy birthday!" Rowan echoed, hauling his father into a rib-snapping hug.