Authors Note- Yay chapter two is up! This chapter is quite a bit shorter than the last but all well. Enjoy
Chapter 2- Bone Structure
Trisha sat in front of Edward, who had his bib on. It was meal time, and Edward looked around at what was there. So far there was some orange stuff, and a shiny thing, and then... he froze, before tears started to well up in his eyes. Not that stuff again.
"NOOOOO!!!!" He screamed and forcefully shoved the Sippy cup onto the floor down below. It can't get him there. He looked down and saw this white liquid drain out of it.
"YUCKY!!!" He wailed, just in case the message didn't get through.
"Oh Edward." Sighed Trisha in exasperation.
"Wow, he can't even look at the stuff without freaking out. You'd think kids can put up with more than that." Hohenheim said who watched the incident from a distance.
"Oh yeah, you laugh." Trisha said bitterly.
"I'm not laughing; here I'll help you clean up." Hohenheim went to the cupboard to get a white cloth. He then went to the sink to get it damp. He knelt down to clean up the milk, aware that his son was staring daggers at it. He also noticed that Edward was also glaring at him, probably thinking that he was now infected with the milk or is sympathizing with it or something. Jeez kid, take a chill pill. It's not the milk's fault that it's your public enemy number one.
Once he wiped it up, he went back to the sink to clean the cloth out. He turned off the water and looked at Trisha
"Really, why do you always try to feed the poor kid milk? It's pretty obvious that he doesn't like it."
"Oh I don't know, I'm trying to allow him to have some kind of bone mass by age twenty. But, hey, what do I know?" She sarcastically snared back.
"I'm not saying that it's not important or anything, but I think we need to think up another way to give him milk, before our kitchen floor is bleached white." He smiled, trying to be funny. Trisha is usually to care-free and happy, but lately, she has been so uptight, and that can't be good for either her or the baby.
She sighed. "I guess so; we will have to figure out something." She then went back to feeding Edward, who was more accepting now that the demon was vanquished.
"How about that stew that I used to make all the time? It has milk in it, but I can't taste it." Trisha said after a while, shoving another spoonful into Ed.
"You can give it a try." Hohenheim said, obviously not have a better idea.
That night, Edward noticed his mother writing down something. He looked up at her questionably as he continued to try to rip off his teddy bear's arm.
"Wha' ffat" She asked her. Trisha smiled.
"I'm making sure that I remember a certain recipe correctly. A meal just for you!" She said happily. He then, with a little bit of effort, she got up. Hohenheim took over and knelt down to Edward's level.
"Wanna play alchemists and scientists?" He asked.
"Yay! Akemist! Akemist! I be akemist!" He said happily.
"All right, I'll be the scientist then. Now, we are teaming up to make up something new. What do you suggest we make?"
"A milk 'n' needle killie fing." Edward announced proudly. Why destroy one evil thing when you could destroy two? He might have not known the word at the time, but he definitely thought himself as a genius.
"A milk and needle killing thing? What a good idea." Hohenheim said, careful to both not roll his eyes and to distract him while Trisha got the ingredients out, one of them of course being milk. They played together happily for a little over half an hour, except for the fact that Edward tugged so hard on Hohenheim hair that it almost came out twice, and soon supper was ready.
Trisha got Edward all prepared to eat, and cooled some stew for him. She then grabbed a spoon, and let him try a bit. To her relief is smiled enthusiastically.
"Yummy." He said. Trisha and Hohenheim sighed in relief. He might still end up short, but at least he will have some kind of bone structure.
Authors Note- Well that is chapter two up. I would really appropriate it if you please review. Thanks for reading!