They went into the living room and both sat down on the large cream coloured couch. Hohenheim cleared his throat and leaned forwards, his elbows rested on his knees.

"So what is it?" Ed asked impatiently.

"So aversed to talk with your old man?" he chuckeled.

"S-Sorry." The younger one apolgized.

"Well, what was your journey like, dad?" Ed tried to get the conversation going.

"Ah, there is a lot I could tell you. I'd rather be waiting for Alphonse and your mother to be around too to tell everything." he started playing with his fingers.

"Ok Ed. This attempt failed." Ed told himself a little frustrated.

"I actually asked you to talk with me because of something else." He began.

Ed still had no clue what he wanted. Hohenheim took a deep breath in and continued. "I know you are hitting a difficult age now."

"Just what is he trying to get at?" Ed wondered. Finally it snapped. "No way! No thanks Dad!" Edward jumped off the couch and headed to the door ready to leave.

Hohenheim being taller just needed to take a step forward and was already next to Ed grabbing his shirt's neck. Gently he pulled him back and said "It's not that. Not yet at least. Just sit down again." He let go of Edward's shirt and pointed over to the couch for him to sit.

"And you are not-!"

"No." Hohenheim interrupted gently.

"G-Good." The younger one stuttered.

Hohenheim took one last glimpse at his son to make sure would not run away any second again and began talking "Me and your mother thought about getting you your own room. I'm sure you and Al want your private shpere sooner or later."

Ed recalled his father's words.

"Does this appeal to you Edward?" he asked smiling at him.

"Yes it does." Ed smiled back for the first time today since ever his dad came home.

"Well well, then. Go get ready for bed. You've got school tomorrow. Once you are home we will talk about your room. If I'm not mistaken the attic should be habitable."

"The attic!" Edward gasped. It appealed greatly to him to be living in the attic.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"Of course I don't." Ed smiled again. His father couldn't help but smile back.

"Well then, go get some sleep. It's pretty late already and I'm tired from my journey." He stood up and stretched his long arms out to the ceiling. "We will talk about this again with your mum tomorrow."

Ed walked upstairs quietly so he would not wake his little brother who would most likely already have fallen into deep slumber.

The door creaked as Edward creeped inside.

"You took long to come upstairs brother." Alphonse commented as he saw Edward coming inside.

"Yes yes I know. Are you reading Dad's books already?" He asked jumping onto Al's bed. He leant over Al's shoulder to read with him.

"It seems complicated, yet based on the laws of nature. Really interesting. Why don't they teach such stuff at school?" Al frowned.

Both lied in Al's bed laughing.

Hohenheim and Trisha had passed by and stopped in front of the door listening to their children laugh. Gently he pulled his wife close and hugged her. "It seems like just a few days ago that I helped Alphonse walk. And now…now he is already 14." He chuckeled and led Trisha to their room.

He sat down on the comfortable bed. "It's been a while since I last slept on such a nice bed."

Hohenheim leant back into his pillow and started unbuttonening his shirt.

"I bet it has been a while since you last had a woman sleeping next to you too." Trisha smiled and ran a finger down his chest. Hohenheim smirked and rolled onto Trisha. "It has been long since I had any bed activity too."

"Oh darling! The kids are still awake." She whispered.

"So what? They know what sex is about, don't they." He nibbeled on her bottom lip gently.

"Of course they do…" she giggeled and started to kiss him.

Warm skin pressing against each other. She felt him sliding off her clothes. Her skin felt like burning.

The alarm clock went off. "Damn!" Ed's hand flung over the bed's egde hitting the alarm clock so it fell off the table onto the floor. The alarm kept roaring though.

Ed stood up grunting and frustrated it was Monday already. He stomped around the floor to make the alarm clock shut up.

"Brother!" Al yelled

"What! If it's your crotch annoying you, not my problem. You've got to live with that." Ed grunted picking up the alarm clock and placing it back on the desk.

Al sweatdropped. "Euhm…actually I just wanted to tell you that mum had just called for breakfast."

"Oh." Ed felt a little uneasy now.

"But what were you talking about?" Al asked curiously.

"Nevermind! We'd better not let mum wait." With these words Ed ran out of the room and straight down into the kitchen.

Al was left with questions decided to follow his brother and not worry about it though.

"Good morning." Ed announced as he took a seat.

"I will take you to school today." His father spoke inarticulately with his mouth was full with toast..

"Morning Alphonse." Trisha smiled and served some more orange juice. "Anything wrong with you hunny?" she asked a little worried.

Ed's eyes grew slightly bigger and he stopped with his toast halfway. He squinted over to his brother.

"No, nothing really." Al sat down and grabbed for some toast too.

Ed was relieved.

"Alright. Take care on your way home and have a nice day at school." Their Dad waved goodbye as they left the car.

"Sure old man, we will." Ed grunted and poked his brother to hurry up. "Hey Al. Get moving."

Hohenheim drove away as suddenly a woman jumped into his car. Tires sreeched. He jumped out of the car and rushed to the lady's aid. "Are you ok?"

"Yes yes I am." She stood up collapsed again though.

"Wait. Lean onto me." He lent her a hand and brought her to his car to sit down for a while.

"I have to say you are a pretty handsome man." The woman chuckeled. "Maybe I'm lucky to have ran into you."

Her eyes met his wedding ring. "Obviously, the best ones are always taken." She laughed rubbing her ankle.

"Should I bring you to a doctor maybe?" he asked looking at her ankle.

"Oh no it's ok. But maybe you could bring me home." She asked politely.

"Hm, you know what? Just stay at my place until you feel better. My wife has good ointment for your sprained ankle." He smiled and closed the door of the front-seat passenger.

"Oh you are too generous." She said blushing a little.

They arrived home and Hohenheim brought her inside explaining ti his wife why he brought a woman home.

Just a few hours later Edward stood in the door.

"What the hell is this woman in our living room doing?" Ed asked chewing on the wooden part of the little spit where fruits had been on.

"I'd rather ask you what the hell you are doing here." His father looked down at him his hands on his hips.

"I am suspended from school." He retorted in a calm cool voice walking down his father.

"You are what!" Hohenheim yelled.

He grabbed his forhead and sighed.

"In case the likes of you cares, this woman sitting in our living room is Amanda and she ran into my car today." Hohenheim explained rather annoyed.

"Oh so this is how you get the woman nowadays. Is mum not enough. I heard you two yesterday." He shuddered still chewing on the spit.

"Shut up you little brat and hand me the letter your school gave you."

Ed reached into his pocket and brought out a little wrinkled-up letter. His dad frowned at the sight of this and snatched the letter out his hand as if he was fearing he would set it on fire any second.

Thouroughly he read through it. Without looking up he folded his hands in front of his face and sighed once again.

"Hey Dad. Doesn't mum mind if you bring a woman home?" Ed still had the same laid-back attitude but gave up chewing on the spit and had some orange juice instead.

"No your mother doesn't mind." Hohenheim said as calm as he could.

"It's because she loves you, yeah?" Ed asked in a way that made love seem almost ridiculous.

His father just sighed.

"Yeah I get it. I don't understand love yet." Edward turned round and left the kitchen.

"Why did it just have to sound as if he was making fun of me." Hohenheim frowned resting his forehead on the table banging it a few times.

"Alright I'm over it." He sighed as Amanda came into the room.

"Having trouble with your son?" she asked giggling a little.

"Does it seem that way?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well anyways, your ointment helps a lot."

"I'm glad" he smiled. His smile seemed fake though and vanished in a minute.

"Mind me asking what the letter said?" she asked once again in her politest way.

"Not at all." He reached over the table to grab the letter again.

"Dear Mr and Mrs Elric.

I'm writing you to report your son's, Edward Elric, poor good behaviour. We were willing to overlook a couple of incidents in the past, but due to those incidents piling up lately I would like to ask you to meet up with me tomorrow 3 pm.

We can not tolerate his obstreperous behaviour and fights anymore.

Yours sincerely,

Prof. Martha Parkins."

"Oh, sounds bad." She said in a thinking pose.

"Come to think of it. I was away for a year and arrived back home yesterday and I'm already stuck in this mess." He frowned even more.