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Morning Sickness
A soft, wet nuzzle was what awoke me that morning. It startled me so, I almost fell out of bed – ok, so I DID fall out of bed – big deal… right? Of course I muttered – ok exclaimed – curses at whatever had woken me up. I hadn't gotten much sleep lately.
I felt a wet lick to my face and "blaah" escaped my mouth.
"Yuck, Black Hayate!" I shouted, "You know I don't like you licking me!" I wiped the dog's saliva off my face with the back of my hand. He barked at me a few times, getting my attention.
"What?" I asked, a little angry at the pup.
He pointed to the bathroom with his wet, black nose. That's when I heard it; the unmistakable squelching sound of someone up chucking. I shivered. "Gross." I thought sleepily. Whoever that was, they were incredibly sick. I tried to crawl back beneath the covers to get some more sleep, when Black Hayate growled and pulled on my boxers. I had to grip them to keep from falling down.
"Hayate! Let me get some sleep for once!" I tried to swat the dog away with my hand, "Riza can you make him stop? He's not listening to me."
No answer. That bolted me out of my drowsy state. Riza wasn't in the bed nor the room.
"Riza!" I desperately thought. Hayate barked and ran over to the bathroom door. I cautiously followed. "What if someone was forcing her to do something in there?"
I arrived at the door. Without bothering to knock, I busted into the room. The sight the greeted me wasn't pleasant.
Riza Mustang was standing over the toilet holding her long blonde hair back, throwing up the contents of her stomach. The sight was disgusting but slightly funny to me for some unnamed reason.
"Riza?" I asked hesitantly. Lately she'd been more grouchy and snappy. I was afraid she'd round on me with one of her guns or something.
Riza looked up at me in astonishment. Her amber eyes grew wide at the sight of me. Then she turned back to the toilet with an urge to puke some more.
"Riza!" I yelled. I flew to her side and held her hair as she balanced herself from falling over. I didn't look at the inside of the toilet. I knew it wasn't pretty. I could already smellthe vile stuff.
I stroked her hair back from her face. "My poor Riza. Maybe she's got the flu or something." I thought.
"Can I have a washcloth?" The question was said in a raspy voice. I let go of her hair. As she held it back now, I grabbed a rag and ran it underneath the sink.
"Here." I handed the cloth over to her. With it, she wiped her mouth clear of vomit. Suddenly she fell as she tried to get to the sink to ring out the rag.
"Riza!" I shouted. I caught her before she fell to the tiled linoleum. Slumped against my shoulder I could feel how irregular her breathing was. In addition to that she was burning up; she had a fever.
"Riza are you sick? Riza? Honey? Baby? C'mon baby speak to me!" I asked of her urgently. She shifted to look at me.
She was sweating and breathing abnormally hard. She looked exhausted.
"Roy? I have to tell you something…" she trailed off.
"What! What is it! Are you dying! Riza! Gods above Riza you can't die on me!" I went ballistic. She put a slightly shaking finger against my lips.
"No. I'm not dying… it's something else. It's…" she paused. It was like she didn't want to tell me.
"What? What is it? I'm really worried about you dear." I said honestly. "Gods I sound like a cheesy romance novel." She smiled weakly while she brought one of my hands to settle on her stomach.
"I know." Again she paused, "Roy, I'm pregnant."
I blinked. "What did she say?" I asked myself.
"Roy?" she asked me. I was stunned, shocked, astonished, flabbergasted! Did I hear her correctly? Did she just say she was pregnant?
Apparently she saw the bewilderment upon my face.
"Yes Roy you heard right." She tried to smile.
"Are – are you sure?" I asked. She nodded. I suddenly felt giddy and I hugged her tightly. She clutched her stomach that I noticed was slightly rounder than normal.
"Are you ok?" I asked, concerned for her health. She nodded.
"Yeah, just morning sickness. Every woman in my family gets it." she told me. I looked at her blankly.
"Morning sickness is when you're pregnant and you throw up a lot, obviously, in the morning." She said noting the sun peeking in through the blinds of the window in the bathroom.
"Oh." I answered. Then Black Hayate pranced in. I glared at him.
"Hi Hayate. Did you wake up your daddy like I told you to?" she asked as she rubbed the pup behind the ears in reward. Hayate yipped in response.
"Good boy." She stroked his black fur. I stared at her blankly.
"You're the one who sent him to wake me up?" I asked incredulously. Riza nodded. I slumped a little.
"I haven't been sleeping very well lately." I grumbled.
"Yeah, well, you won't get much more after the baby comes." Riza smiled at me. I threw her a pout and she laughed.
Running her fingers through my hair she giggled in my face.
"Gross Riza! I don't wanna smell your icky vomit breath!" I shouted. She made a face at me and slapped my shoulder. All the while I smile at her.
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A/N: heehee. Ok just to let you I know NOTHING about pregnancy so I was pretty much guessing on the whole thing. Sorry if I'm wrong. Wow, I've been updating like crazy! You should be proud of me ;) lol. Please review.