After a week holiday from school I'm back in business.

Trisha-Melissa Elric: 3
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"Oh my, look at him." Rachel said as he watched through a wall made of glass, to the other side where dozens of babies were sleeping peacefully. But Rachel's eyes were caught by only one of those lovely infants, the one pretty close to the window, wrapped in light blue blanket.

"I know." Roy said as a reply, also looking himself at the said baby boy, glassy look in his eyes.

"Now, Mustang," Edward said, a smirk rising on his lips. "That's what they call small." All the same he was happy for his wife and brother-in-law.

Roy remained quiet awhile, before nodding slightly. "I know."

Trisha, who was currently holding his dad's hand and standing on her toes for a better view, watched all the sleeping babies and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "They all look like dolls." he accounted her opinion.

Smiling and chuckling a bit, Roy nodded once again. "I know."

Roy couldn't name many other days when he had been happier than he was now. After nine long, wearing and thrilling months he was finally here, looking at the new born baby boy. His son. Riza sure as hell was one amazing woman.

"Have you thought about the name yet?" Rachel asked as she looked at her nephew. Roy nodded, swallowing hard.

"Jonathan. Jonathan William Mustang."

Rachel smiled. Edward smiled too, knowing that the name Jonathan was an inheritable name in Mustang's family. The first boy always got the name, Roy having it as his second one.

Trisha seemed to think the name over and over in her little head, trying to decide if she liked it or nor.

"Can I call him 'Jon'?" she finally asked, looking up to his dad.

"Call him whatever you want, honey." Edward answered, always giving his daughter all the rights when it came to Mustangs.

The four stood there for few minutes more, before Edward accounted that he was going to see Riza in her room. Rachel left with her husband, but Trisha asked if she could still stay with Roy for awhile. Since Roy or any of Trisha's parents had anything against it, Edward and Rachel left and Trisha stayed next to Roy, the man resting his hand on the girl's blonde hair. Neither said anything in about five minutes, but when Trisha was sure no one would come to them, she tugged Roy from his pant leg and waited for him to turn his head to look down at her.

"Woy, can I ask you one thing?" Trisha asked with lowered, somehow shy voice. After Roy nodded, she looked at all the babied again and went through all them with her eyes, searching.

"Which one are we staring at?"

From the next chapter on there will be lots and lots of action with Roy dealing between his niece and own son.