Wow! Looks like I finally made a Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood story people liked! I figured I was so happy with it that I wanted to write a next one. This isn't as funny as the last one, but a bit more cute. Father might be considered a bit OOC, but I think he's just right. I mean, he earned the respect of all the homunculi, and he had them call him 'Father'…

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2. Big Sister Lust

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*Note* This takes place around Briggs, but not modern-day Briggs…

It was a stormy evening as Father trudged through the snow. This wasn't a surprise, being near the border of Drachma. However, he was a little worried for the bundle in his arms. It had taken a lot of work, but there was now a third child in the family. He looked at his new 'son' with a smile. This was the calmest one he had created. Not that he was surprised, looking at his son, whom he had named Sloth for obvious reasons. The little boy made no movements and slept in his arms. He chuckled softly, remembering the indignant wails from Pride, and the calculating way Lust had stared at him. "We're almost there little one." He whispered softly to Sloth in the way he would only talk to his beloved creations. Another smile grew on his features, when he saw the castle. They were home. It was like a fortress, though he preferred the basement. The upper floor often had to deal with icicles, which would be dangerous for his young children. Just because they were Philosopher Stones didn't mean he wanted them to keep risking death. As he opened the door, he saw the elder children sitting. Lust had crawled into her older brother's lap, despite the fact that Pride had obviously attempted to keep the tot away. Father wondered if he should have made Pride last, noting his obvious dislike for children.

"Papa!" Lust hollered happily, much to the older boy's misery. Father sighed. He much preferred 'Father', but the word didn't work for the young girl and after ages of getting her to say it right, he gave up. Lust jumped out of her brother's lap and up to Father, hoping for a hug, which he often gave to her. So it surprised her when he didn't, only patting her head with his hand.

Pride got off the couch slowly and looked up at Father in sheer horror. The issue wasn't Father of course, but the little bundle in his arms.

"Father, you didn't…"

"Yes, son I did."

Pride made a strangled sound, while Lust tilted her head in curiosity. "Did what, papa?"

"You have a little brother."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Papa, don't you need…"

He put out his hand to stop her. "Everyone in this family is special. Besides, that's what humans do…"

She nodded, and stood on the tops of her toes to try to see the baby. Father bent down with little Sloth in his arms. At this point, Pride had taken to whacking his head repeatedly against the wall, muttering words that Father knew he hadn't taught him. Probably from the people at the fort Briggs-the soldiers cussed a lot, particularly during sword practice. He figured it was best to let it slide-this time.

"He's so pretty!" Father sighed at this. Pretty wasn't exactly what he had in mind with this one…

"What's his name? What's his name?" Lust jumped up and down, in excitement. Father couldn't help but wonder if this level of excitement would be there on the next one's birth.

"Sloth. Now Lust…"

Lust looked up at her father, eyes prepared to drink in everything he had to say.

"Even though I will be taking care of the boy, you need to help to."

"Huh?"

"Well, you need to be a good example for your brother, and any other siblings that might come after."

She grinned, but her smile dropped and she turned around, gesturing to Pride, who now had his head in his hands and was making strangled sounds.

"What about him?"

Father rubbed his free hand on the back of his neck. "Pride…he's a little difficult."

"Yeah. You should have named him 'grumpy'." She agreed.

He inwardly chuckled. Pride was nothing in the temper department compared to one of the future children…

"Can I feed him?"

"…I suppose…"Father was a little worried about what would happen. Not like Lust would do anything on purpose, but...

He worried way too much about these children.

Thanks for reading. I was pleasantly surprised with the amount of readers for this story-only chapter one too. I have a question: Are there any characters that you want to see the next chapter focused on? Note: if you have any cameo requests, I can do them, but except for Honenheim and Truth, I have to say that anyone will have to be an ancestor (who strangely will act a lot like their descendant…)