"You're actually scared?" Ed looked at the older man in surprise. "You're actually scared of being a father?"
"You weren't, Fullmetal?" Roy grumbled, playing with the glass in his hands.
"Well, a little. It's weird to think about, being a dad. You just kind of sit there and watch your wife do all the work for almost a year and she yells at you if you're not helping her the right way and sometimes because you're helping her at all—that was always confusing—and then there's the problem of cravings—"
"I hadn't even considered her hormones, thanks for adding another worry onto the list."
Ed patted his senior on the back with a grin and leaned back on the barstool as far as he could without falling. Roy Mustang was actually sweating and Ed couldn't say he totally blamed him. Winry was a nightmare in pregnancy, but at least he didn't have to worry about her shooting him.
"What is actually scary is how much they love you." Ed said finally, tired of watching the old man suffer. "I have done so much stupid shit since they were born, but it doesn't matter. Cecil still looks up to me like I'm a hero and Bronwen still wants to sit in my lap in front of the fire when I'm home. It's scary to think that I could mess that up, but it's scarier to think that I can't."
"Yeah…". Scarier to think that you can't.