Chapter 3

"Ava, where are you?" Jean asked, his voice sounding anxious, even over the phone.

"Calm down, Brother. I'm fine."

"I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about when I'll see you next so I can ground your sorry ass."

I scowled. "What are you, my father?"

"Your brother, actually. And I have every right to punish you."

"No you don't! I didn't do anything wrong!"

"Don't even try to pull that shit with me, Ava. You know full well what you did was wrong! You almost got yourself killed and pregnant in one shot!"

"Shut the hell up, Jean. What's wrong is you acting like father. You're not, all right? He's dead and nothing is going to bring him back, so stop trying to take his place!" With that, I slammed down the phone and glared at it.

"You know, that phone did nothing to you," Roy said, stepping into the room with a mug of hot chocolate.

"Hypocrite," I grunted, storming past him. He only smirked. "He drives me insane. He really does."

"So much for sibling love," Roy stated, his ever-famous smirk settled on his face. He handed me the hot chocolate and sat on the couch across from where I was pacing.

"Don't you have something better to do?" I asked, glaring as Mustang's ever-present smirk grew.

"Nothing as entertaining," He responded.

"Piss off," I hissed.

"No such luck."

I gave him a glare as I began sipping my hot chocolate, and he stared back at me. It was silent till the phone started ringing again. I groaned.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" he asked.

"What do you think?" I muttered.

"Are we starting those mood swings early, darling?"

I blushed. "Stop calling me that."

"What wrong? You are carrying my baby, aren't you?"

My face turned even redder and I took a sip of hot chocolate to cover it. The phone finally stopped ringing and I heard Roy snicker.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he replied, sipping his drink, again. Of course, at that moment, the phone started ringing all over again. I picked up the phone in annoyance.

"Hello?" I asked, knowing exactly who it was.

"Ava! You better come home right now!"

"No! And stop calling!"

"Not until you come home!"

He ranted on about how he promised he'd protect me and how dumb I was to get knocked up. I hung up before I actually had to listen to it.

When I turned around, I noticed Roy had disappeared. I didn't hear the phone ring, so I figured Jean might have finally gotten the message to leave me alone. I sat down in Roy's abandoned spot and played with the handle on the mug until I heard a door click and footsteps coming into the living room behind me.

"Are you ok?" Roy asked, noticing my anger.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, getting up. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach as soon as I was standing and doubled over. Roy immediately grabbed my arm and escorted me to the bathroom where I threw up in the toilet.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I remembered Gracia did that when she was pregnant. Maes was freaking out. He thought she was dying." Roy chuckled to himself and looked anywhere but me.

"Sorry did I-"

"Of course not! You should get to bed."

"But it 10:00!"

Then the phone was ringing, again.

"Go to bed. I'll deal with Jean"

I said nothing, just nodded and went into the spare bedroom that Roy cleaned up for me. The bed was nice a soft and I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Roy's POV

"Hello, Havoc. Why are you calling on this nice night when you could go out on a date with your girl friend?"

"Don't act friendly with me, jerk! You knocked up my sister!"

"No I didn't; her experiment did."

"That's impossible! You expect me to think she had an immaculate conception!"

"No. Just look at her experiment. It's pretty impressive, I have to admit."

"Fine I will."

"Good. Now go to bed."

"Not until Ava is home."

"Then have fun staying up for nine months, Second Lieutenant."