Disclaimer: I DONT OWN FMA BECAUSE THE DUB PEOPLE SHOVED IT UP THEIR ASSES!
A/N: HELLYESIUPDATED. I haven't updated in a while. Why? BECAUSE I'M A BUM. YEAH. A ROYAI BUM. Enjoy this chapter. I'll TRY to make it long but, I GIVE YOU NO PROMISES.
Warning: This chapter is probably OOC. Sorreh. Upi was going to keel me ded if I didn't update soon.
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was stirring the trees, you know the cliché.
Stanzie was nowhere to be seen. Riza though she saw the dog duck into the bathroom, but she figured it was because she was afraid of the lightning and thunder. So all four of the humans, Edward, Winry, Al, Roy, and Riza, went to bed.
In the middle of the night, a huge crack of thunder boomed over the land, waking Winry from her light slumber. It sort of freaked her out. She wouldn't admit it if you asked her or accused her, but she was honestly…afraid of thunder. Trembling just the slightest bit, she raised herself out of bed and headed to Ed's room. But then she shook her head, saying to herself, 'What would he think if I came to him in the middle of the night, afraid of the thunder? Still, she wondered,no. She wouldn't risk him losing what respect for her he had.
Grabbing a blanket off the couch on the way, she walked on to the kitchen. Maybe some hot cocoa with help ease her fears. She pulled the blanket tighter around her shoulder and got the container of milk out of the refrigerator. She smiled to herself as she poured the white liquid into a pan and set it on the stove. Ed and his milk… she thought.
Winry sat down on a barstool and watched the milk slowly heat. When it had come to a boil, she pulled a mug out of a cabinet and lifted the pan, about to pour the creamy substance into the mug, when she heard a pained moan come from the bathroom. Surprised and frightened, the dropped the milk on her foot and screeched, "AH! MY FOOT! OWOWOWOW!" She, she clamped her hands over her mouth. Shit, she thought. I must have woken up the whole house…but…what was that noise? Well, it was probably just my imagination.
She bent down to pick up the pan. As the girl stood back up again, she ran, back-to-chest, right into someone. Roy. Winry squeaked in surprise.
"R-Col-Fuh-Mist-Mus-Fuhrer Mustang! W-what are you doing up?" She said to the evil look on Roy's face. He yawned and his facial expression lightened up again.
"I was sleeping." He said firmly. "What made you make that noise anyway-"
The moaning noise came again, and Roy clung to Winry like a toddler might his mother. Winry sweatdropped at Roy's antics.
"W-what was that!" He whimpered.
"I…dunno…"
Roy grabbed the (still hot) pan from off the floor and slunk over to the bathroom door with Winry behind him. He looked at her, looked at the door, put his hand on the knob, and yanked quickly to find Riza crouching over the toilet, holding her stomach and vomiting up what she had had for dinner. It was graphic and made Roy want to throw up himself, but he did not. Forcing a caring look on his face, he walked over to the woman with her head in the toilet bowl.
"Riza?" He said softly, putting a hand on her shuddering back and handing her a washcloth he had grabbed from off the sink. She took it and wiped her mouth.
"Roy…" She leaned onto him and threw her arms around his torso. "Roy…." She started crying. Winry poked her head from around the door and, seeing that all was right with the world and there was no stalker/rapist/demon in the bathroom, came in. Roy looked at her and shooshed her away with his hand. She veinpopped and left.
Roy looked back at the pajama-clad blonde woman in his arms and stroked her hair gently. "Riza, what's wrong?" He said, concerned.
"I'm…" she shuddered again. "I'm pregnant, Roy." She whispered.
He gasped. "You…what?"
"I'm sorry." A new torrent of sobs shook her frame once again. A small smile spread scross Roy's face and he hugged her.
"Don't be." He seperated himself from her and smiled. She stared into his eyes. He re-closed the gap between them in a tight embrace. "I love you. I wouldn't want to have a baby with anyone but you." He smiled at her. She smiled back rather devilishly.
"You'd better net just be flattering me, Roy Mustang."
He returned the smirk.
"Always, Darling."