A/N- This was originally written for LJ's fma_fic_contest, Prompt 83, Tear. (Word limit 250.) I seem to be compelled to portray Roy as a dork.
**I am so happy about the Chilean miners being rescued. This is very good news!**
If I were Master of the FMA Universe, something like this story would have happened in the manga!
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Riza breathed a sigh of relief when their son was born. It wasn't only that she had worried about having a healthy child, but her husband's behavior had become somewhat bizarre, even for him.
Roy Mustang had tried to prepare himself for the big event with an alchemist's intense fixation. He'd read every book that he could find on the subject. (One day she'd looked in his notebook to see if he had jotted down anything of special interest, but when she saw that he had written the entries in code, she could only shake her head.) He'd prepared various tinctures and ointments that might be called for. (The ones from the pharmacy might not be pure enough, he had explained.) He'd obsessively practiced some of the skills that he knew he would need. (Riza had been so astonished when Black Hayate appeared in a diaper that she just stood there with her mouth open.) Roy had also been consumed by a need to rid the house of any threat to the health and welfare of the new addition, no matter that he well knew that a baby didn't crawl for a half-year or more.
So, she'd hoped that the actual infant would keep his father busy and in a healthier mindset. Of course, when she found Roy hunching over their son trying to catch a tear on a microscope slide, she knew that she'd just better get used to living in Crazytown.
A/N- Thank you for reading. Please review! Maybe Roy will behave more sanely! Take care.