Four and a half months had past, and though Riza had been doing an outstanding job of hiding the fact in the office, it was becoming more and more obvious to the passerby that she was pregnant. By the time three months had past, Roy could see the slight swelling of her stomach when she was out of uniform. By the time that third month was a quarter of the way through, she had gone and requested a larger uniform—almost oversized, actually—to try and hide the growing bulge. But by that current date, her stomach had swollen to a point that it was not easily hidden. Even the larger jacket and pants could not hide her current condition.

So she came into the office one day in an oversized button-down shirt (quite similar to Roy's shirt, actually—Breda, Havoc and Falman were betting on whether it was his or not) with her jacket unbuttoned over the front. This immediately caught the attention of the men in the office, all of whom were quite used to her insistence on wearing her uniform properly, not to mention her very habitual nature.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye?"

Fuery drew the short stick and had been forced to try and find a way to question her sudden change in uniform. The blonde looked up quickly from her work, gaze slightly distant as she put the file she was working on down. "Yes, Sergeant?"

"I was just wondering if everything was all right," the young man said, fumbling with the pen he was holding and looking nervously to the floor. "You…you're usually very strict with uniform protocol." Hawkeye couldn't help but smile tiredly at the boy; he tried so hard to be polite and as a result was often put up to questioning like this.

The small smile vanished when she saw that all eyes in the office were on her. More pointedly, all eyes in the office were on her stomach. With a bit of a huff, she sank into her desk chair, gaze dark. "I had no other choice. Please ask no further questions, Sergeant."

Fuery hesitantly looked to the other men, trying to get a hint at what to do next. Havoc nodded slightly, blue eyes sparkling with what could be called mischief if the man was fifteen years younger. "You know you don't need to try and hide the fact that you're pregnant, you know."

Hawkeye cringed and Fuery ducked his head down to focus on the work he was not completing. Even Breda stuck his head dutifully into his book to avoid listening to Havoc's comment and the shouting match that he was certain would start soon. "Perhaps this does not hold true for you, but in this day and age a woman pregnant outside of wedlock is heartily frowned upon—not to even touch upon my profession."

Havoc smiled, stuffing his hands into his pocket. "I happen to think pregnant women are very attractive."

"Lieutenant Havoc, get back to work!" Mustang's voice boomed over the chattering that began when Havoc chose to open his mouth once again. "You cannot possibly be so dense to make a move on a coworker not to mention that she is your superior officer!"

"You're one to talk about that, sir," Havoc grumbled, glowering as he sank back into his seat. "I wasn't making a move on her—I happen to have noticed that, when gaining weight, pregnant women start to think they aren't attractive anymore. I don't think it's true and you can tell that the Lieutenant is thinking that by the look on her face."

Hawkeye snapped up from her work, "I am sitting directly across from you, Second Lieutenant Havoc, and thusly can clearly hear all of your conversation." The blond Second Lieutenant shuddered. Hawkeye was consistent with using honorifics and titles but she rarely used a full title. She did, however, use full titles when angry—or bothered.

"That is enough," Mustang grumbled, "get back to work, Havoc. I don't want to hear another word from you."

For a few moments, it was quiet in the office, the only sounds scribbling pens as various documents were signed and filed away. Finally, "well, you could wear civilian clothing. It has to be more comfortable than uniform pants several sizes too large and a men's dress shirt."

Author's Notes: This is a short, short chapter. For which I apologize. This one just fell into place like this; the next two chapters (not including this one) originally were one chapter that I cut into pieces becuase it was too much at once. I had to keep this one short. Sorry!