Little One -- I'm gonna see if you can guess who's POV this is.
"What's this?" he asked himself, peeking over the edge of the basket.
"It looks like one of them, but it's so tiny," he mused. "Even tinier than the little female(1)."
He watched as the basket was picked up and brought inside, making sure to get all of himself inside as well before the door was closed. The tiny one seemed about his size. It was hard to tell though, since she was in the basket, which had now been set on the bed. His mama (he never called her that with others around, but this little one seemed too young to understand...) had disappeared into the kitchen, looking for something or other.
He decided then to take this opportunity to get another close, and hopefully better, look at the tiny bundle within the basket. He hopped up on the bed, scrabbling a bit to get up, for he was still a little too small to get up without mama's help most of the time. It was odd for mama to be up this early anyway. Or at least it was when Uncle Roy (who, in his opinion, got a little too close to mama sometimes) hadn't called sounding very urgent, which didn't happen often.
He wondered what mama was looking for in the kitchen, and hoped it wouldn't take her too much longer. The little one was starting to wake up, and she didn't seem happy. Another moment and she started to cry. That hurt his ears, and he whimpered, quite ready to cry himself.
Drawn by the wails and whimpers, his mama came rushing back in, picking up the little one, and then sitting on the bed to pull him into her lap. After a few minutes, the crying stopped, because mama was singing softly. He liked it when mama sang. It sounded nice, and made him feel good. He yawned, stretching in mama's lap. The little one was cooing quietly now.
He decided this was nice too, the three of them. It could stay this way, just him and mama and the little one, and he wouldn't mind. He snuggled up against mama, but she shifted and stood up. She lay him and the tiny female down on the bed together, covering them up and putting pillows on either side. That was odd too, but he was too sleepy to care. He cuddled up to the warm body beside him, and fell asleep. He'd wonder about things more in the morning.
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Uhhh... 's not really a drabble, is it? Too long, certainly. Oh well. Since when have I written drabble-length drabbles? I suppose it doesn't matter... What does matter is what all of you people think of it.
A/N: (1) Elysia-chan.
Astarael00: There will be more Roy/Riza eventually, as it is one of my favorite pairings. I'm not very fond of babies myself, but I'm having fun writing the 'Baby' set of drabbles, and people seem to like them.
Lady Damali: Oh I know. It should be something like: 'Roy went into shock, Hughes and Ed fainted and the rest of the gang was just barely maintaining consciousness.' But that seemed kind of...extreme. This drabble here is for you by the way. Hope you like it.
saffiremoon21: Would Riza know how to take care of a baby? Well, I like to believe that most people (women in particular, but men as well) have a vague idea of how to take care of a baby. Some of it is natural, to the point of being instinctive. Or at least in my experiences it has been. I'm sure she's going to be talking to Gracia -a lot- very soon though.
Marii: Here's hoping Riza will be a good mommy. But only time and my wacked out inspiration will tell.
Invader-Nehima: Oh I know. And I just absolutely -had- to have Cain hold her.