Roy smiled at his wife, while she mentally processed the fact that she was indeed staring at him after two entire years apart.
Two entire years away from each other, separated by a ten hour train ride. Their only forms of communication being a five minute every two week phone call and a once a month letter.
"Can I have a hug from my beautiful wife?" He asked softly.
Riza found herself breaking down into tears, throwing her arms around his neck.
"What are you doing back? I wasn't expecting you for a few more days?" She asked between sobs.
"I wanted to surprise you, so I lied about when I was coming back." He admitted, holding her tightly.
Riza pulled away from him and kissed him on the lips, moaning as he kissed her back. When they broke apart, she looked him up and down, her lips turning up in a slight smirk at him in his uniform.
"Didn't think you'd look this good in a military uniform." She snorted.
"Meh. It's kinda thick and itchy, to be honest. I'm so not looking forward to dealing with this in the summer time." He groaned.
"Do they not provide a winter and summer version?" Riza asked.
"You get this one for year round in the main five sections of the country, and a thicker one if you're unlucky enough to get stationed in Briggs."
"Will you ever get transferred there?" Riza asked.
"Good God I hope not. The General in charge of there is scary. I heard she's pure evil."
"She?" Riza yelped.
"Oh yeah, women are in the Army. It's one of the few professions that both men and women can do. Not sure what the requirements for a woman to be able to enlist are, though." Roy explained.
"With how you described what you've dealt with the last two years, I don't know why any woman would want to join." She snorted, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.
She lead him into the living room and pushed him onto the couch, straddling his legs before he could even open his mouth.
"Someone is being brave. Considering your Father is home. Or is today one of his bad days?" Roy smirked.
"Nope. Today's actually a good one. But it's been two years and frankly, my hand has only been able to do so much. So shut up." She whispered in his ear, unbuckling his belt as his hands slid under her skirt.
"Riza, honey, I wanna taste you." He whined, letting out a groan as her hand grasped his dick. He returned the favor by pushing her panties to the side and stroking her folds.
"L-Later. I wanna get to the main event." She moaned softly.
"Riiiiiza." He pouted, kissing her neck.
"Roy. Later tonight, you can put your head between my legs as long as your heart desires. Hell, you can fall asleep with your tongue inside me for all I care. But right now the only- ohh- thing I w-want inside of me is this." Riza said, giving him a slow pump.
"Take your panties off." He ordered. Riza did as he told, climbing off of him long enough to slide her panties off. She straddled him again, and hiked up her skirt.
"It's been two years, do you remember what to do?" He asked, holding the base of his member as she hovered above his tip.
"Probably not." Riza admitted, holding the hem of her skirt around her hips, leaving her private area exposed.
"Want me to do the work?" He asked her.
"Yes, but I wanna stay in this position." Riza requested.
"Okay."
With that agreement accomplished, Riza slowly sunk down on his member, biting her bottom lip to keep from crying out in pleasure.
"Shit, I forgot how tight you are." Roy groaned, biting her neck. "I can already tell I'm not going to last long." He gasped.
"Don't care at the moment." She grunted, as he gripped her hips and thrust up into her.
"We have to be quiet, Reez. Don't want your Dad to hear us." Roy smirked.
"You feel s-so damn g-good, Roy." Riza groaned, burying her head against his neck.
Roy came first, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled his seed inside of her, making absolutely no attempts to pull out of her. Riza's breath hitched in shock when she realized what he was doing, and her mouth opened in a low moan when the warmth she felt triggered her own orgasm. Her walls clenched his dick tightly, milking him for every single drop he had to offer.
"You know we might have just..." She gasped, trailing off, her face still against in his neck.
"Yeah, I know." He panted. "I got transfer orders to be in East City. We have to be there by November 1st." Roy told her.
"East City? Sounds nice. How far of a train ride is that?"
"Five hours and forty five minutes."
"Even better." She giggled, kissing his cheek.
"Do you mind if I go speak to your Father?" Roy asked her.
"Not at all. Go ahead."
Riza slid his spent member out of her, quickly getting off of him so as little of their fluids could spill onto his uniform. Roy tucked his dick back into his pants, and zipped himself up. He bent down, cupped Riza's cheeks in his hands, and kissed her softly on the lips.
"Do me a favor? Don't mention East City to him. I doubt he'll be alive by time we have to be there, but I'd rather not have him try to start an argument and put you in a bad mood." Riza asked softly.
"I won't. Frankly I don't want him knowing where we live even if he was in good health." Roy scoffed, as he turned to walk up the stairs.
While he was gone, Riza sat back down on the couch and exhaled slowly.
Less then thirty days and I'll be out of here. Not even a month and I'll be free from this town. The old man can't stop me, he won't make it another week. I'll be surprised if he even survives through tonight. The baby me and Roy might have just conceived on this couch will grow up in a safe and happy home, with two parents that love them and each other.
Riza wasn't sure how long she'd been preoccupied by her thoughts, how long Roy had been gone, before she heard him yelling for her.
Oh God. She panicked. Did my Father mention the tattoo?
She doubted it, but she still had a panic expression etched on to her face as she raced up the stairs to Berthold's bedroom.
The funeral was a quiet affair, held the next day.
Only the two of them were in attendance, even though neither of them really wanted to be there. Berthold Hawkeye didn't even deserve the amount of guests at his funeral he did receive.
The man barely deserved a funeral.
"I'm sorry you had to pay for my Father's funeral." Riza muttered.
"It's the least I could do, after everything he's taught me."
Even if it is more then he deserved. They both thought to themselves.
"Your Father told me that soldiers are left to die on the side of the road like trash. I'm still surprised he agreed to let me marry you." Roy sighed.
"Please don't die." She said, her tone ominous.
"Don't day it like that." He begged, cringing. "I can't guarantee it. But I know it's the only way to make a difference, and I know I'll never be happy if I don't try to make this country a better place."
Roy looked at her, and chuckled nervously when he realized he had finally told her why he had enlisted in the first place.
"Man, that must've sounded pretty childish, huh?" He blushed.
"Not at all. There's nothing childish about caring." Riza told him, not just as his wife, but as his friend.
Because despite being legally bound for over two years, that's what they had been the majority of the time they'd known each other: friends.
Riza decided right then and there. As soon as they'd got home, she would show him her back, and tell him what her Father had done to her in his absence.
The walk home was silent. Not an awkward one, but a rather comfortable one. Roy wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him.
"So how's Jane been? You haven't mentioned her lately." Roy asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't know, her family sent her to North City over the summer." Riza frowned.
"She got married?"
"No. Early acceptance to University. She's going to be a doctor, just like her Father." She said, smiling happily for her friend.
What she didn't tell him was that the only reason why Jane's parents even had her take the early entrance exam was because one of their classmates and Molly Brown's best friend, Cleo August, had been married off to the son of a well respected business man from South City. Who then proceeded to beat her to death ten months later for giving birth to a daughter instead of a son. She hadn't even been sixteen...
What had become of her baby daughter, Riza didn't know nor did she want to.
All she knew was that six weeks later Jane was taking her exams, and a month after that she was gone.
"Good for her!" Roy grinned, truly happy for his wife's childhood best friend.
"Mhm. I'm so happy for her. She's always wanted to be a doctor. It's wonderful she's getting the chance to follow her dreams." She cooed.
"What are your dreams?" Roy asked softly.
"Never really thought of it, honestly. I know I've always wanted to be a mother, and to get out of this town. And I'm going to have that, because of you. But beyond that? I don't know." She admitted.
Roy frowned, kissing her temple. He then scooped her up bridal style, carrying her the rest of the way home.
"Do you know where your Father kept legal documents? Deed to the house, your birth certificate, parent's marriage certificate, things like that?" Roy asked.
Riza shook her head no.
"I don't even know where our marriage certificate is." She admitted.
"Oh that's in a lock box underneath our bed." Roy told her. "I wasn't about to let him have that."
Oh.
"Perhaps his study? Or maybe the attic. I don't know how to get in there though. I've tried, it's locked."
"Lemme try." He said, walking to the door that kept the attic steps hidden.
He was silent while he studied the door. Riza watched him, unsure of what he was doing.
"Can you get me a piece of chalk?" He asked, his back to her.
Riza went to her Father's study, rummaged around the desk drawers for some chalk, and gave a small triumphant smile when she was successful. She handed the piece to Roy, who drew a transmutation circle on the drawer.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
"See those marks?" He asked, pointing to the strange marks along where the door and wall met.
"Yes?"
"That's Alchemy. That's how your dad sealed this door, why you couldn't ever open it." Roy explained, before clapping his hands.
And there goes the attic door...
"Come on." He smirked, taking her hand as he lead them up the stairs.
To say the attic was dusty would be the biggest understatement in Amestris history. Roy had to alchemically break the window in order to provide them some sort of fresh air.
"It smells up here." Riza gagged.
"Tell me about it." He groaned, covering his nose with his hand. "Let's just pick something and take it down to look through."
Riza looked around the space, her eyes focusing on a chest in the corner.
"That." She said, pointing.
"Good place to start."
"Need any help?" Riza asked.
"Nah. But thank you." Roy said, picking it up with both hands.
"Want me to go down first?" Riza asked.
"No. I might trip & I would rather not land on you."
"Are you sure you don't need my help?" Riza asked again, walking down the steps behind him.
"Yes honey. It's not that heavy." Roy promised.
Once they got to Riza's old bedroom, the closest and emptiest room on the second floor, Roy put the chest down on to the floor. He grabbed the chalk from his pocket, drew another circle, and broke the lock.
"Huh. Mostly paperwork. No wonder it wasn't that heavy." Roy mumbled, sitting down on the floor.
"Hopefully it's important paperwork and not more of my fathers notes." Riza scoffed, sitting across from Roy as he grabbed a folded up piece of paper from the chest.
"Ah ha! Yep. This is what we needed to find." Roy grinned, handing her the paper he had grabbed.
It was the deed to the house.
"What else is in there?" Riza wondered, grabbing her own sheet. What she read surprised her.
Berthold Jeremiah Hawkeye.
Born November 22, 1860 at 4:17 pm.
Nine pounds, three ounces, twenty two inches long.
Mother: Savannah Eloise Hawkeye
Father: David Richard Hawkeye
"What is it?" Roy asked.
"My Father's birth certificate. I never even knew his middle name..."
"Damn." He scoffed.
The next piece of paper Riza pulled out held her Mother's birth certificate.
Vivian Elizabeth Ann Grumman.
Born July 1st, 1870 at 2:23 am.
Six pounds, 14 ounces, 19 inches long.
Mother: Matilda Rosalind Grumman
Father: Albert George Grumman.
Riza let out a shaky breath as she read the document.
"Riza, hon? What's wrong?" Roy asked.
"I didn't realize how young my Mother was when she died..."
"How young?"
"Twenty one. She wasn't even nineteen when I was born. She died the winter after I turned two. I wonder if any of my grandparents are still alive. Would be nice to put faces to the names."
"Lemme see it." He requested, holding out his hand. Riza handed him the paper, and when he read it, he felt his heart drop to his stomach.
"What? What's wrong?"
If you tell me you have someone with the name Grumman in your family, I'm jumping off the roof right now!
"I recognize this name." He groaned.
"How so?"
If I find out I'm married to a distant cousin I will kill myself, there will be no hesitation. I do not love Roy that much.
"My commanding officer in East City is going to be a man named Grumman."
Thank fucking God!
"Is it my Grandfather?" Riza asked curiously.
"I don't know. I don't know the man's first name. I only know him as Lieutenant General Grumman. It's not a very common name, so while I don't know if he's your Grandpa, he's more then likely related to you. Possibly a great uncle or something." Roy said.
"First chance you get to talk to him in private, ask. I never knew anything about my extended family. It would be nice to know something."
"Will do. Hey! I found your birth certificate." He cackled, reading it aloud.
"Elizabeth Ann Hawkeye, born May 13th, 1889 at twelve o'clock pm. Four pounds, two ounces, seventeen inches- damn you were tiny. Mother: Vivian Elizabeth Ann Hawkeye. Father: Berthold Jeremiah Hawkeye. Didn't realize your full name was after your Mom."
"Father said that was what my Mother requested early on in their marriage, before they realized having children would be difficult. That if they ever had a daughter, her name would be Elizabeth Ann."
"Where'd they come up with Riza?"
"I have no idea. He said my Mother called me that from the beginning."
"Ah." Roy nodded in understanding.
"Roy?"
"Yes?"
"I want to- need, to show you something." Riza said softly. It was time he finally learned what had happened to her, the true reason why she missed their first phone call.
"What is it?"
Instead of answering him, Riza simply stood up, and walked out of the room, walking down the steps back down to the living room.
"R-Riza? What's wrong?" Roy asked, quickly following after her.
When he got to her, her back was facing the living room doorway, and he could tell by her posture that she was nervous.
"Riza...?"
He didn't notice her quickly unbuttoning her blouse, the fabric quickly falling to the floor. Riza stood silently, holding her breasts with her hands, as she waited for Roy to explode over seeing her back.
And explode he did.
"What the fuck did he do to you?" He screamed, the volume of his voice making Riza flinch.
"When did this happen? How did it happen?" Roy snarled, paving around the room. Riza kept quiet. For the first time in the six years she known him, Riza was truly scared of Roy.
And she didn't like it.
"I wish he hadn't died so I could kill him myself!" He hollered.
"Seriously, Riza? What the fuck is that?" He snapped, as he continued to pace around the living room.
"The secrets to Flame Alchemy."
Roy stopped dead in his tracks.
"He used you, like a fucking piece of parchment paper." He scoffed, shaking his head, as he leaned forward to rest his hands on his knees.
"And I thought the cold-hearted bastard ruined your life by forcing you to get married at fourteen."
"When did he do this to you?" Roy asked her again, this time much calmer.
"... It's why I missed our first phone call..." She said softly, trying not to cry.
Roy exhaled sharply.
"I knew something was wrong. I just knew it! What kind of a husband am I? I couldn't even protect my wife from her own Father!" He scoffed, talking to himself.
"Roy, it's okay." Riza cooed, trying to calm him down.
"No it's not, Riza! Do you have any idea how much danger he put you in? Something like that is dangerous if the wrong person finds out about it! What was the bastard even thinking?" He snapped.
Riza walked to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Roy, it's okay." She repeated.
"Will you please quit saying that?" He scoffed, resting his chin on her shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around her back.
"I don't mean it in a way that condones what my Father did to me. I mean that it isn't your fault." She cooed.
All Roy could do was cry into her skin, repeating over and over again that he was so sorry.
Later that night, the two of them rested comfortably in bed, Riza laying on her stomach as Roy examined her back, the both of them as naked as they had been on their wedding night.
"You know, from an Alchemist's view point, it's actually quiet incredible. Even if most of the text is just an ode to fire." He mumbled, his finger tracing the transmutation circle etched into her skin.
"But as a human beings point of view...?" Riza asked.
"It makes me wish I knew about this when your Father was alive, so I could've ripped his spine out through his mouth." He growled.
"I can't believe he forced you to do this..." Roy grumbled.
"He didn't... not exactly."
"What do you mean?"
"He... t-told me that he needed my help with his research. That it was important. And like an utter idiot, I agreed." Riza frowned.
"He manipulated you, Riza. That's worse. That pisses me off even more!" Roy groaned, laying down on his back next to her.
"How long did it take to complete?" Roy asked her. When she opened her mouth to answer, he quickly interrupted her.
"On second thought, don't tell me. I do not want to know."
"The day he died, when you were knocking on the door, he told me he loved me. And I thought, 'No you don't. You never have' I regret not saying those words outloud to him. If I had known he'd be dead by the time the sun went down, I would have."
"I'm glad you knew that it was bullshit, Reez." Roy told her softly, rolling her onto her side and pulling her close.
"I wanna have sex again." She told him.
"Already? We just finished."
"Two years, Roy! Two years!" Riza whined, snaking her hands down to grasp him, making him groan.
"Ok-kay." He stuttered when she pumped her hand. "What position do you want, do you know?"
Riza did know what position she wanted. They'd only done it once before, and she thoroughly enjoyed it. But because of her tattoo, she was worried Roy would never want to do it again.
Only one way to find out...
Releasing his dick, she scooted away from him, and positioned her body the same way Roy had done the first time.
"Pretty please?" She begged, biting her bottom lip.
He fought back a groan as he saw what position she wanted. He sat up and moved behind her, grabbing her hips and re-positioning her, making her ass go higher into the air.
"Ohhh!" She moaned loudly, when he sunk into her.
Roy was not gentle as he slammed in and out of her, grunting as she moaned beneath him.
"R-rougher." Riza begged.
What kind of husband would he be if he didn't give his wife what she wanted? Groaning, Roy pounded harder into her, moving his hand from her waist to circle around her clit.
"Oh god yes!" Riza moaned, her cheek resting against the mattress. It was like that, with her face pressed against the bed and her ass in the air, that Riza came, her walls pulsing and clenching around Roy's dick.
"Fuck!" Roy grunted, emptying into her.
"Why does it feel so good when you come inside me?" Riza whined, as Roy slid out of her, their fluids flowing out of her and down to the mattress.
"I have no idea." He panted, unbending her legs so Riza was laying flat on her stomach.
He flopped onto his back next to her, gasping as he caught his breath. Riza rolled over and snuggled up to him, letting out a happy sigh as she laid her head on his peck.
"The military you you a lot of muscles." She cooed, running her hand up and down the abs he didn't have two years ago.
Roy just laughed.
The next two weeks went by in a blur. Their mornings were spent with Roy studying her back, their afternoons spent going through the house, deciding on what little items they wanted to keep, and their nights and evenings were spent making love in bed, hopeful for Riza to either be pregnant or for them to have a child of their own before their third wedding anniversary.
"What should we do with all these books?" Roy asked, as they sat in Berthold's study.
The man had several tomes lining his bookshelves, with the contents ranging from different types of maths and sciences to history and geology. For an Alchemist, it surprised Roy how few of the books' subjects were Alchemy based.
"Whatever. Makes no difference to me." Riza shrugged.
"The military might pay a decent amount of money for some of these texts. Some of them are hundreds of years old, and in pristine condition."
"Roy. I don't care what you do with them. Sell them, keep them, give them away, use them as firewood, it makes no difference to me." Riza sighed, trying not to let her voice show her annoyance.
"I always thought books interested you." Roy frowned.
"They do. Just not his books." Riza mumbled.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Unfortunately, it's going to take me a while to recover from my childhood, and that's assuming I ever do. Most anyone can do really is just let it take its course." She sighed.
"I can't wait until we get out of here. I don't ever want to come back here." Roy smiled at her.
"Me too. I am going to miss Jane's family though."
"Your families close?" Roy asked.
"Eh. Jane's Dad is the doctor who delivered me- and most of the town's people that are younger then you. He's also who treated my Mother when she was dying. And I do know that if anything had happened to my Father when I was growing up, the McCowls would've taken me in unless other family of mine had been founded, so I wouldn't end up in a group home." Riza explained.
"They sound like good people."
"They are." She smiled.
Standing up off the floor, Riza wiped her hands on her skirt, and smiled at Roy.
"While you are decided what books you wish to do what with, I am going to go up to the attic and see if there's anything up there I want to keep. Hopefully being aired out for two weeks has made things less dusty." She said, turning to leave the room.
"I love you!" He yelled after her.
"I love you too!"
She stood in the middle of the attic, not knowing where to start. There were just so many boxes and trunks. Exhaling as she shook her head, Riza walked towards a cardboard box that was beside where the chest of paperwork had been, figuring that maybe her Father had put all the important things in the same corner.
She dragged it to the center of the room, sat down, opened it, and yelped in shock when the first thing she saw was a dead rat.
"Ew!" She gagged, jumping back away from the box.
"What? What is it?" She heard Roy yell from the hallway.
"I found a dead rat in a box!"
"Want me to get rid of it for you?" Roy asked between giggles.
"Please!"
Riza was silent as Roy ascended the attic stairs, grabbed the rat corpse by its tail- holding it as far away from him as he could while doing so- and tossed it out the broken attic window.
"Yuck!" Riza gagged.
"I seem to recall that when I first came here, you were the one chasing rats out of the kitchen and I was the one being grossed out." He snorted.
"Those rats were alive Roy!" Riza cried, crossing her arms.
"Alright. Holler if you find another dead rodent." He snorted, walking back down the steps.
Shaking her head, Riza went back to the box, shivering as she picked up the random piece of cloth the dead rat was on.
The cloth ended up being a table cloth. Nothing fancy, just a simple white colored table cloth, that had no damage from rats or moths as far as Riza could tell. She was surprised it was still in decent condition. It didn't appear to be yellow or faded. Once she was done examining it, she folded it back up and placed it next to her, and grabbed the next thing from the box.
By the time the box was emptied, she had pulled out one white table cloth, eight white napkins, eight gold napkin rings, ten gold place mats- I wonder what happened to the other two napkins and napkin rings? She had thought to herself after counting the items- and at the bottom of the boxes was a forty piece set of flatware, the handles lined with a gold leaf design.
These are actually very pretty. Which side of the family these came from?
Putting everything back into the box in the order they were put in, Riza dragged the box back to the doorway, deciding she wanted to keep everything in it, before grabbing a trunk and pulling it to the center of the room.
The chest was heavy, and she scoffed in annoyance when she discovered the contents were books. Riza was about to call for Roy to come deal with them himself, when she realized that one of them wasn't a regular book.
It was a photo album.
Picking it up, she sat it on her lap and opened it. She didn't recognize the baby in the first photo, tiny and definitely new, snuggled up in a blanket. Because the photo was black and white, she couldn't even tell if the baby was a boy or a girl.
She turned the page and saw a woman who seemed familiar, but couldn't place who she was, holding the baby. The woman clearly looked exhausted, her hair a mess as she smiled happily at the camera, her newborn in her arms.
The next page showed her Father, much younger and healthier looking, holding the same baby, a genuine smile on his own face. Oh. This is my baby book. Riza thought, turning the pages to look at each photo. The album ended with a picture of a two year old Riza sitting in front of a tree, a stuffed bunny in her hands and joyful grin on her face. Mother died the following February. I guess she was the one who took all my photos, since the album stops here.
Riza shut the album, and put it on the floor next to her.
The rest of the books were books of fiction, clearly belonging to Vivian and not Berthold.
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Huckleberry Fin, Tom Sawyer, Treasure Island, Little Women, Black Beauty, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Around the World in 80 Days, and many more titles. So many books and Riza had read none of them. She couldn't help but wonder if any of them were any good.
"Hey Roy!" She yelled over her shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"I found some books!"
"Oh crap." She heard her groan. Oh crap? Why would he- ohh. He must think they belong to my Father. She thought, as he entered the attic.
"So what kind of books?" He asked her.
"Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea." She said, holding it up for him to see.
"Oh. Entertaining books." He grinned, sitting next to her.
"So I'm right to assume these belonged to my Mother?" Riza asked.
"That's what I would assume, considering all your Dad's books are focused on knowledge instead of fun."
"So what was in the rat's coffin?" He smirked.
"Table cloth, napkins, flatware, things like that. It's over there for you to take down for me." She said, pointing.
"Got it."
It took them another four days to completely go through the attic.
There wasn't much that either of them wanted to keep, but they decided to put what they did want in the four trunks the attic held, deciding they were more sturdy than flimsy cardboard boxes.
"These are really beautiful." Riza mumbled, examining the fine China her and Roy had discovered in the last box.
"Tell me about it. Why would your dad hide these things away and force you to eat off chipped and broken plates?" He scoffed, examining the white and gold floral tea kettle.
"I think most of the nice things we've found belonged to my Mother. It's like he wanted to pretend she never existed." Riza sighed, checking every single one of the fifty seven items in the box, ensuring that none of them were damaged in anyway.
None of them had so much as a scratch.
"So what should we use these for, everyday use or special occasion?" Roy asked.
"I... have no idea. I think the plates and bowls will be for special occasion and the tea set for every day use." She decided.
"Sounds like a plan."
"How exactly are we going to get our things to East City?" Riza asked one morning, as she made pancakes for breakfast. They were supposed to leave for the train to East City tomorrow morning, and they had so many trunks and boxes to take with them.
"There's a moving truck with some men set to arrive this afternoon to load up our stuff, not sure what time they'll be here though." Roy answered.
"And they're going to take everything?" Riza winced.
"Not unless we tell them too. I figured we'd just put what we want in one room, lead them to it and go 'only take what's in here' and then stay out of their way."
"Good idea. What room though?"
"Well... do you want to take any of the furniture?"
"Not particularly. What about my Father's desk? You seem interested in it." Riza said, putting the pancakes in front of them and sitting down beside him.
"I'll admit it is a nice desk, but I don't want it. Hey? What's going to happen with the chickens?" Roy asked, hearing them cluck and squawk outside.
"Mrs. McCowl is supposed to be here at noon to get them." Riza told him, shoving a bite of food into her mouth.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Who the hell? It's too early for anyone we're expecting to show up." Roy grumbled, confused.
"I hope it's not any debt collectors." Riza groaned. "I don't even want to know how much money my Father owed random people."
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Pushing his plate away, Roy stood up and walked towards the doorway.
"Stay here unless I say otherwise." He ordered softly.
"Boy if you do not open this door right now, I will kick it down!" A gruff voice from outside yelled from the porch.
"And you know I can kick a door down off its hinges!"
"Oh God, it's my Aunt Chris!" Roy cried, running to open the front door for her.
Riza poked her head through the kitchen door way, watching as a heavy set woman pulled Roy in for a bear hug.
The woman, who Riza now knew to be Madam Christmas, looked absolutely nothing like Roy. She saw zero resemblance between the two of them. Maybe she's his aunt through marriage? Or adoption?
Madam Christmas had dark brown hair, a mole on her face, lots of make up and jewelry on, and a fur coat.
"You've been eating Roy-boy?" She asked him, taking his chin in her hand as she examined his face.
Roy-Boy?
"Yes Mama." Roy grinned.
Whack!
"Don't call me Mama!" She snapped, smacking him upside the head, ruffling his hair with her manicured hand.
"What are you doing here?" Roy asked her.
"Well excuse me for wanting to meet my Daughter-in-Law, since you haven't brought her to Central yet!" Christmas snapped.
"We leave for East City tomorrow! And hey, if I'm not allowed to call you mama, you're not allowed to call Riza your daughter-in-law." Roy grumbled.
"Don't tell me what to do." Christmas said, finally noticing Riza standing in the doorway.
"She's adorable, Roy-Boy!" Christmas cooed, giving Riza what seemed to be a genuine smile.
"Roy-Boy?" Riza quipped, raising an eyebrow.
"If you love me, you won't ever call me that." Roy begged.
"I promise I won't ever call you that... to your face." She smirked, turning to walk back into the kitchen.
"Riiiiiiza!" Roy whined.
"Oh she's going to fit in great with the girls." Christmas laughed, following after Riza.
FanFic won't let me post the link to the dinnerware set the found, so go to Ao3 to find the link. Sorry.