Bonjour, bonjour! Comment ca va? Moi, comme ci, comme ca.
Euch. School hasn't started yet.
Anyway, sorry about the late update, my computer doesn't have internet, so I have to cart everything from my computer over to me mom's to update. It's a hassle. DX /complaining.
Merci beaucoup au mon reviewers!
ChibiBeff: Yeah, I like to think I have a smidgen of talent. XD Thanks.
The Mr.Clean Alchemist: HOMYGOD. I remember you! Youused to review on Sorrow and Comfort, or whatever it was I ended up naming that fic! HOGOSH! 33333!
Ravenwolf Zero: Yeah, I'm working on writing the rest. I am horribly prone to writer's block, so I expect I can trust you to give me a swift kick in the behind when I need it. And, about Trish swearing, I like to think that she was really stressed. I mean, wouldn't you be?
zenos14: It's very sad indeed, how little explored HohoxTrish is. Quite sad, quite sad.
Siacatmesecat: Squee! HohoxTrish OWNS!
ArraMidnight: I'm working on it. ;)
Eden and Deon: Full speed ahead!
Miss Woodford: It's quite sad. XD -look up-
And without further ado, the next chapter. It overlaps onto the last one, it's cuz I hadn't finished typing out the entire first chapter when I decided to post on here again.
Allons-y!
"You've kept tons of things from me.How about how sick you already were when we first met? What about how you never told me you loved me, and let me figure it out on my own, when it was already almost too late? Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant instead of me hearing it from one of your friends?"
"Because, Hohenheim, for the same reason that I keep asking these questions—I'm scared of you when you're like this."
He blinked and let himself relax, before gathering his wife into his arms. "I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair, feeling her tremble.
She tentatively embraced him back a few moments later, and he sighed with relief. "Thank you."
"For what?" Sounding surprised, she tried to pull away, but he kept her close.
"Understanding."
That night Trisha understandably slept over at her friend's. Understandably, Hohenheim kept repeating to himself.
She had told him she needed time to deal with it, and he had agreed—it was quite a lot to get adjusted to. So, packing up baby Alphonse, some extra diapers and clothes, she headed over to Sarah's, the once girlfriend of Hohenheim. They had broken up and Trisha and he had gotten together, Sarah had since gotten married and had a child of her own.
He did not begrudge her the need to get away, in fact, if he had anywhere to go, he would've—"Papa?"
Hohenheim frowned. He was not thinking about his father. In Hohenheim's mind, there was no more than one train of thought—"Papa? Papa?" Feeling a tug on his pant leg, he looked down to see his young son Edward.
"Yes, Edo-chan? What is it?" Hohenheim carefully lifted Ed onto his knee.
"Where Mom?"
"She's at your Aunt Sarah's house."
"Why she not here?" Ed persisted stubbornly.
"Mommy hadn't seen Sarah in a while, and they wanted to play together." Perhaps he should have rethought this children idea…
"Oh." Ed looked dejected, but immediately brightened. "I pay wiff Ow. (I play with Al. :3)"
"Alphonse isn't here either, Edward." They were awfully degrading creatures.
"You pay wiff me, Papa?" he asked hopefully.
Hohenheim smiled gently. "Of course."
"Trish, what is it?" Sarah had asked worriedly. She was completely baffled at her friend's strange behavior. Trisha had shown up on her doorstep, unannounced, bearing baby in one arm and bag in the other, on the verge of tears. Trisha was too distraught to be understood clearly, but Sarah made out something about Hohenheim and his secrets.
Pulling out the one remedy Sarah knew always consoled her friend in times like these (chocolate, of course), she plopped onto the couch beside Trisha.
"S-Sarah, I don't know what to do!" Trisha sobbed as baby Alphonse crawled around on the floor. "I mean, he told me he didn't love them anymore, but still!"
Sarah handed her a piece of chocolate. "I don't know the exact details, but if he's told you that, you should be content, right, Trish?"
"But he kept it from me! We're a couple, he should tell me everything—"
"Now you're just being over-dramatic," Sarah interrupted reasonably. "You didn't tell him when you were pregnant with Edward or that you were sick--"
"He used those examples, too!" Trisha wailed before burying her face in a pillow.
"Trisha." Sarah said this so sternly it caused Trisha to look up. "One thing I won't let you do is wallow in your self-pity. He's told you he loves you. You told me once you would die to hear him tell you that. Well, Trisha, you certainly aren't dead, and you should be happy. He loves you. He loves you."
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