FMA isn't my creation
Riza sat as the center of attention. One hand rested on her swollen stomach, "Thank you Jean, this blanket will be perfect for Rowan, and thank you for including Maes."
"Thank you Uncle Jean," called the raven-haired boy playing in the corner.
"Mine next," Roy ordered.
"How'd you get this," Riza asked in shock.
"Your Grandfather gave it to me when I beat him at chess. He told me it was your favorite toy before we knew each other. I always knew you must've had an old teddy bear."
"I named him Roy when I was three."
"He told me."
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