A/N: Oh my god guys! I am so sorry for the wait! I hope this chapter satisfies you! *PLEASE DON'T KILL ME*

Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist does not belong to me. All rights reserved to Hiromu Arakawa.

Riza Hawkeye held her growing stomach with a pained frown. She bent a little, giving out a whimper.

Roy rushed to her side. "Are you okay, Riza?" He looked at her, crouching down.

"The baby just kicked… Very strong." She grunted.

Roy smiled as the nurse called the Mustangs' names. Roy stood up, grabbing Riza's hand to help her up. Roy and Riza had never seen so many pregnant women in pain in one place ever. You could see Ishvalin women, Xingese women, and Drachmen women even. Ever since Grunnman passed the immigration law, everyone has been coming to Amestris to live better lives. Roy and Riza personally preferred Xing, but if Roy were to become Fuhrer, he needed to stay in Amestris. And where Roy goes, Riza goes.

They got in the office and Riza laid down as directed by the doctor.

"Now Mrs. Mustang," He began.

"Just call me Riza, Doctor." She interrupted.

"Riza, you are how many months along?" He asked her.

"5 months."

"Good, the fetus should be mostly formed at this point. Are you feeling kicking?"

"Yes, very strong ones."

"Then let us begin."

Riza nodded, leaning her head sideways to smile at Roy. He smiled back.

The Doctor rubbed the ultrasound device across Riza's stomach gently as multiple images popped up on the screen. The growing fetus was huge. It was strong and well formed.

"Well, Riza, it seems you have a healthy baby girl inside of you." The doctor clapped his hands together.

Roy and Riza shared a look and said simultaneously, "Elizabeth."

Edward Elric was filing a report at Roy's office, talking to a smiling Riza Hawkeye.

"Do you have a name?" Edward asked curiously.

"Elizabeth Marie. After my mother." Riza smiled.

"That's a pretty name." Edward grinned.

"And you better keep your midget hands off of her, Fullmetal." Roy loomed over Edward.

"Jeez, Colonel. Way to act like Hughes." Edward rubbed his neck.

Riza chuckled and handed Breda, Havoc, Fuery, and Falman their paperwork.

A captain opened the office door.

"Colonel Mustang, the Fuhrer has requested your presence." He saluted.

"Right then, Captain thank you." Roy nodded and walked out the door.

Roy walked to the Fuhrer's office, and opened the door.

"Sir." He saluted the old man.

"Have a seat Mustang." Grunnman smiled. "I need to talk with you."

Roy sat down. "Yes, sir?"

"If you have not heard, I am retiring in 5 months." Grunnman pulled out some papers. "Of course, I need a successor. That's where you come in."

Grunnman handed him the papers. "Would you mind signing these forms?" He handed Roy a navy blue pen with sparkles on it.

"Where did you get this pen, sir?" Roy smiled at the childish pen.

"My granddaughter made it when she was young." Grunnman chuckled.

Roy looked down at the papers, and his eyes widened.

"Fuhrer's successor confirmed." It read.

"Sir?!" He looked at a smirking Grunnman.

"How about being the next Fuhrer?" Grunnman smirked.

A/N: ROY'S GONNA BE FUHRER! :D But, remember. ONE MONTH after Elizabeth's birth. (oh no) Every Monday, I will post a chapter!

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