So far everyone is saying for me to stick to the short chapters, mainly because they like the frequent updates. Which, honestly, really surprises me. Because I've had people (not to me) complain when chapters are shorter then 5k unless its a drabble or a one-shot.

So I honestly assumed most people preferred longer chapters. Either way, I am glad y'all were honest with me.

BUT, because I know that people do prefer longer chapters, I am going to try to make every chapter 3,000 words or more. The only reason why this chapter isn't 3,000 words is because I didn't want to make you guys wait any longer.

This is based on FF's Doc Manager word count- I do not have Microsoft word, nor can I afford it. My ass is a babysitter, and my employees are not considered "essential works".

Thank God I still live at home with my parents, because I would probably be homeless right now. Because I live in the States, and sometimes... we suck. And no one that lives in or out of the USA can convince me otherwise.

Al Grumman was nervous. And he did not like this fact one bit.

It was the Saturday after Roy Mustang had told him that not only was his sweet little Vivian- his only daughter and only child to survive passed infancy- had left this world before him and her Mother, but that she left behind a daughter, their granddaughter, who was now Roy Mustang's wife.

He had known for five days now, and he idea how to tell Matilda that they had what they had always wanted.

A grandchild.

"Al? You've been acting so strange lately. What is it?" Matilda sighed, sitting in her chair as she sipped her herbal tea.

"I just have had a lot on my mind Tilda." Al sighed.

How could he tell her? How could he tell his wife of damn over forty years that she had outlived all four of their children, and that she had a granddaughter?

She was a Grandmother!

Of course, Matilda has long since suspected, and frankly accepted, that they had lost Vivian. They lost her when she ran off with Berthold Hawkeye, an odd and scrawny boy ten years her senior from a high class family, because they told her they gave her hand to one Sebastian Hakuro III, a fresh out of the Academy charming twenty-one year old, who at the time, reminded Al of himself at that age.

Now he was glad Sebastian hadn't became his son-in-law. He was a Brigidiar General now, and while Al didn't know what he was like at home with his wife and newborn son, he was a jackass at work.

But Sebastian loved and adored his wife Suzanne, and their sweet little baby boy Sebastian IV. He rarely talked about them at work, but when he did, his eyes would light up as though they were the greatest thing in the world to him.

But that didn't change the fact that in uniform, Sebastian was a pain in the ass at work. Like a bad toothache.

Or a hemorrhoid.

"Albert. You can tell me. It can't be all that bad." Matilda sighed, putting her cup down.

"I don't know how to." He sighed.

Getting up out of her chair, Matilda moved to stand in front of her husband, crouching down to look at him at eye level.

"Al, how long have we been married?" She asked.

"Forty one years this December."

"And how many children did we have?"

"Four. George, Zachary, Michael, and Vivian." He reminded her.

"And how many of them did we outlive?" She asked, having a feeling her husband knew for sure what became of their only daughter.

"... All four of them..." Al sighed, confirming her suspicions.

Matilda frowned, trying not to cry.

"W-when did Vivian die?"

"February 19th of 1892."

"She's been with her brothers for nearly fourteen years, and we had no clue. What happened to Berthold? Do you know?"

"He died back in October, a little over a month ago. I do not know how either of them died."

"How... how did you learn of their deaths...?" Matilda asked, confused.

Al let out an amused snort, smiling at his wife, taking her hand in his own before kissing it.

"Our Grandson-in-Law told me."

"Grandso- we have a Granddaughter?" She gasped.

"Mhm. Her name is Elizabeth Ann, but she goes by Riza. She was born May 13th, 1889. She got married to her husband, who's a Corporal under my command, on September 3rd, 1903. They didn't even realize what her Mother's maiden name until after her Father died." George explained to her.

"Berthold made her marry off at fourteen? Sure we planned Vi's engagement at fifteen, but her wedding wasn't to happen until she was eighteen!" Matilda gasped.

"What's her husband even like?" She snapped.

"He's a very nice boy. His name is Roy. Berthold was his Alchemy teacher. He has known Riza since she was ten and he was fourteen. He somehow managed to convince Berthold to let him marry her, mainly so she wouldn't marry a complete stranger." George told Matilda.

"... Any great grand babies...?"

"None as of now."

"He come from good stock?"

Good stock. A crude term used to describe members of socially and financially high class families. The Armstrong's, Hakuro's, Grumman's, Raven's, and Hawkeye's were all prime examples of such families.

Berthold had been a very rare bad egg in his family's lineage.

"Not like us, no. But he's ambitious. Got a good head on his shoulders. All things considering, I rather like the boy. He's a bit nervous around me, but I chalk that up to him not knowing how to tell me he's my grandson by marriage and not a personality trait."

"Have you met her, our Granddaughter?"

"No. But..."

"But what?"

"I might've invited them over for brunch tomorrow. They have our address, I do not know if they will show up." Al told her.

"Brunch tomorrow? Oh dear. I have to decide what to have Julie make." Matilda sighed, referring to their cook.

Riza couldn't leave the couch. She just sat there, in a white high neck blouse, blue knee length flowy skirt, silk thigh high stockings, and black Mary Jane heels. Her winter coat was hanging on the coat rack by the door.

"Riza...?" Roy started, frowning.

"What... what if they don't like me...?" Riza mumbled softly, eyes locked on to the unlit fireplace.

"You're their Granddaughter. They're going to love you." Roy reassured her, leaning over the couch to kiss her cheek.

"I was my Father's daughter and the first time I heard him say he loved me was the day he died. And we both know he didn't really mean it. It was just whatever sickness he had turning his brain to mush in the end..."

"Riza, honey. You are worrying over absolutely nothing." Roy cooed, taking her hand to hold it.

Stressing out isn't good for the baby...

"I don't know if I have any extended family besides them. You have your Aunt. She loves you and it seems like she likes me. And through her you have your sisters." Riza frowned.

"This is all completely new to me."

"I don't know anyone on my Mom's side of the family. Don't know anything about her life before she met my Dad. If it wasn't for the fact that I saw a picture of her once and that she mentioned it to my Aunt, I wouldn't even know she was from Xing. I can't even tell you what her maiden name was. So I do know what you're going through. I understand how you feel." Roy told her, sitting on the couch next to her.

"I know you're nervous. But it'll be okay." He said, kissing her on the lips.

"And if I'm wrong and you're right, and it ends up being a complete disaster, you'll never have to see them again. I promise."

Perhaps it was the hormones caused by her pregnancy, or the kind and reassuring words Roy had said to calm her down. But Riza found herself with the uncontrollable desire to tackle him to the floor. Instead, she just swung her leg over his to straddle him on the couch.

"Mmm... How long until we have to be there?" She moaned.

"Not long. We have to be there in less then an hour." He grunted, feeling her hand slip into his slacks, grasping his dick in her hand.

"Roy? I wanna... try something..." She mumbled, her hands unbuckling his belt.

"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Riza said nothing. Instead choosing to climb off of his lap and sink to her knees on the hardwood floor in front of him.

"R-Riza. You d-don't have to do this." He stuttered, knowing what she wanted to try.

"But I want to." She pouted, unzipping his slacks and removing his half erect member.

"O-okay. Just go slow. Don't overwhelm yourself." He grunted, as her hand slowly pumped him. He wanted to talk her through it, but it's hard to talk someone through something you've never experienced.

"Any advice you wanna give me?" She asked, squeezing him gently.

"Yeah. Be c-careful with your teeth." Roy hissed.

Riza nodded, a small smile on her face, her cheeks flushed red. Once he was fully hard, she lowered her head, experimentally kissing the head of his dick, earning a groan from Roy as she did so. A small bead of clear liquid smeared across her bottom lip, and Riza pulled away to lick her bottom lip, tasting it.

Salty.

Feeling a bit bold, Riza pulled her face away from his tip, running her tongue slowly from the base of his shaft back up to the tip.

"Ohh!" She heard Roy moan, and when she glanced up, she saw that his head had been thrown back, eyes clamped shut.

Now he knows how I feel when he shoves his tongue inside of me.

She repeats the action, but instead of one slow swipe of her tongue, she kisses her way up his shaft, her lips ending at his slit.

But Riza wants to give him more. So, remembering to be careful with her teeth, she wraps her lips around the head, engulfing his dick into her mouth as much as she can, only able to take about half of his length into her mouth before she feels like she might choke on him.

She hears Roy groan, and feels him buck his hips, and Riza has to use her hands to hold him still. She lifts her head up slightly, sucking him as she does, and she absentmindedly hears a gasp from Roy. As childish as it sounds, the whole act honestly reminds Riza of when Jane's Mother used to give them and her older brother Kevin popsicles when they were little kids.

Only warmer.

The thought amused her, and she hummed. The vibrations of her mouth had Roy practically shaking, and when Riza repeated the action, this time as a moan, she felt his fingers grip her hair, keeping her head there.

Well then... She hummed, smirking as she heard her husband moan again, at least I know I'm not doing too bad of a job. Riza started to bob her head up and down, sucking and moaning his dick as she did, one of her hands squeezing what her mouth couldn't take while the other kept him still. It didn't take long before she heard Roy groan her name, and felt his cock twitch in her mouth as his seed spilled into her mouth.

And like the dutiful wife that she was, she swallowed every drop.

Once his dick was soft again, Riza released him from her mouth. She stood back up, straightened out her skirt, and told him in a teasing tone, "Hurry up or we'll be late."

Because I'm a girl who's never given a blow job, I have no idea how to write THAT kind of a scene. *screams in awkward*

Y'all think I'm playing? That one scene- that one little bitty ass scene- is why this chapter took so long be posted. Took my ass several days of awkward cringe to write it.