Author's note: (Dislcaimer: I do not own either the concept or storyline of Fullmetal Alchemist)

This chapter really has no significance with the story :p

Recently I realized how big of a Roy Mustang fan I really am so I decided to add this chapter in honor of his...50th birthday!

That's right :) I did the math for my story and figured out that if Skyla was born when Ed was twenty, then Mustang would have been roughly around thirty-two when his son, who is only a year older than Ed's daughter, was born. Which means that he was forty-nine in chapter one of this story and it's already been a year...meaning he finally turned fifty.

I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Love,

AL

Thud.

"Damnit, there's more?"

I paused in the hallway in Central City's Headquarters and listened to the commotion going on in Lt. Colonel Mustang's office. Hesitantly I walked through the doorway surprised, although I didn't show it, to see so many people.

A slightly chubby man with clean-cut, dark ginger hair leaned against the wall accompanied by a tall, lean man with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth-both dressed in the standard navy blue military uniform.

"Is everything alright in here Lt. Colonel?"

I glanced around the room, Mustang wasn't at his desk or anywhere else for that matter, but I could have sworn that I had heard his voice. On his large, mahogany-stained desk sat an impressive pile of papers-next to which stood another man, this one smaller and thinner with spiked black hair and dark, friendly eyes that lied behind the thick lenses of his wire-framed glasses.

"Who's the cute girl Roy?" The man with the cigarette asked as emitted small wisps of smoke from between his lips.

I stared at this man skeptically, so Mustang was in his office?

Suddenly a rustling noise came from the Lt. Colonel's desk and I turned just in time to see the ridiculously high stack of papers slide to the far left.

"Easy Havoc," he replied boredly, "she's underage."

"All the good ones are," the officer sighed and snuffed out his cigarette with the bottom of his shoe before throwing it into the waste basket.

My jaw dropped in surprise for a second but then I quickly composed myself.

"You were….behind there?" I asked in awe, pointing at the papers that had been hiding Mustang, who sat in his chair with an annoyed grimace planted on his face.

"That's right. After your little stunt on the assessment day I've had nothing but paperwork to file-liability claims, reports on the chimera and its creator, so on so forth."

"Sorry for the inconvenience," I frowned and leaned against a black upholstered chair.

"That's no way to talk to your superior little Elric," Mustang said smugly and sat back in his chair.

"I'm not a dog of the military yet," I smiled sweetly, "so currently you're just the old man of a close friend."

I watched as curiosity began to spark in the eyes of the man as our conversation went on.

"A close friend, huh? And here I thought he'd be bringing you home for dinner any day now."

The Lt. Colonel grabbed a pan and took the first file off of the top of the pile. "Um, excuse me miss, but did he just call you an Elric?" the man with the glasses asked politely, looking genuinely surprised.

"Oh, yes, I'm Skyla Elric, it's nice to meet you," I stepped forward and shook his hand.

The man stared for a second before giving me a friendly smile, "Kain Fuery."

"I'm Jean Havoc," The cigarette man smiled as he and the third person walked over to me.

"Heymans Breda," the last man nodded with a smile.

"You're an Elric?" Havoc asked skeptically, turning to the Lt. Colonel for some answers. Mustang sighed and closed the file he had been reading. "Damnit, this is getting old, do I really have to explain everything?"

The three men nodded and I stood there, slightly regretting that I'd decided to pay him a visit.

"Can you wait to explain until after I've left? I just came in to see what's going on."

Roy Mustang put a hand to his forehead in annoyance, "The Fürer is deciding whether or not you will be admitted into the military as a state alchemist, so for now all we can do is wait. Riza insisted that you stay with us until everything is situated."

I smiled, relieved to have finally gotten an answer, "Great, thank you."

With that I spun around and walked out of his office before anyone had a chance to ask any more questions. I was about three steps down the hall when I crashed into someone else and stumbled back.

I looked up to see a familiar face with black hair covering its dark eyes. With the twitch of his head Rolland flipped his hair out of his eyes and to the side in a very girlish manner, although I wouldn't never actually point that out to him.

"Oh, hey, I didn't see you down there," he teased.

I rolled my eyes and brushed past him, "Your short jokes are getting old."

Rolland turned around and joined me as I walked down the hall, "You just came out of my dad's office alive."

"Brilliant observation," I smiled and picked up my pace. I was in no hurry to have rumors about Rolland and me spreading. I'd barely been around Headquarters for three days and already I had young, nameless soldiers ask me if were 'an item'.

Where the hell did that term come from anyway?

Rolland stopped walked and I took a few steps forward before my curiosity got the best of me. Damn him. I turned around, "Why is that such a big surprise?"

He looked way too happy as he took two steps forward so that we were standing next to one another; he stared whimsically out the window at the rainy military campus and then whispered to me very discreetly, "Today is his fiftieth birthday."

I stared at him skeptically, "Yeah right, there's no way Mustang can be that old."

A giant, sinister grin spread across Rolland's face, "Oh yes, he is. He hasn't told anyone that it's his birthday though, and those who do know don't have a clue about how old he's turning so feel free to tell everyone you see today."

"You're evil," I laughed, making a mental note to never tell him a secret.

He shrugged, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Well I've got invitations to give out, so I guess I'll be going."

"Invitations?" I questioned, glancing at his empty hands. "It's an oral invitation for his surprise party, that way my dad can't trace it back to me-oh, and I expect to see you at my place tonight around six, feel free to invite as many people as you want, really, I mean that. The more the merrier!"

He turned around with a big smile on his face just as I was about to tell him that I would have been at his house tonight regardless of the party. I shut my mouth and continued down the hall, deciding that he could just find out later. After all, I had important news for Mischa.

Roy Mustang sat on the edge of his bed and sighed. He looked down at himself-he wore a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and black slacks. The same thing he'd been wearing for most of his life. He rested his hand against his forehead, feeling defeated. Not only had he been ambushed the moment he got home from work by a surprise party but he had also constantly been reminded that he had finally hit the big 5-0 all night.

Outside of his room and down the hall he could hear his wife cheerily say good bye to their final guests before closing the door for the very last time that night. He heard the click of the lock and then footsteps as she moved into the kitchen. Her voice was soft and quieter than usual so that he couldn't hear her actual words.

He waited with his face in his hands as she showed Skyla to the guest room.

He had started to doze off by the time she finally entered their room and shut the door quietly behind her. "You look beat," Riza commented and Roy looked up just in time to see her remove the clip from the back of her head. He watched as her long blonde hair fell seductively down past her collar bone.

For a second he was lost in how beautiful his wife was even after so many years…but then he remembered that she was still a few years younger than him, which thoroughly bruised his ego.

"I should have married an older woman…she would understand the pain of turning fifty," he sighed and shook his head, the depression washing over him once again. An annoyed smirk crossed Riza's face as she pulled her shirt over her head and placed it into the laundry basket.

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?" She asked, kicking off her heels.

"I stand by my previous statement," he muttered.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as his wife walked up to him and turned around abruptly, "Uh…Riza?"

"Unzip me?" she asked as she unclasped her necklace. "Yeah, sure," Mustang suddenly felt foolish for not having guessed that in the first place. His eyes traced the curves and lines of the familiar, faded flame-colored that was tattooed onto her back as he slid the zipper down. In his sullen state of despair he wrapped his muscled arms around her waist as her skirt dropped to the floor.

"Why didn't we ever have any more kids?" Mustang asked in his usual tone, but Riza could tell that something was wrong. She sat on his lap and began to unbutton his shirt as she spoke, "We are happy with the first one."

Mustang raised his eyebrows, "Are we?"

Riza sighed and stood up, she pulled away from him and walked over to her bureau, where she set down her necklace and began to remove the matching earrings that had been a gift from her husband the previous year. "Roy," she warned him sternly.

The Lt. Colonel couldn't help but smirk. He loved the way she said his name, even when she was annoyed. "I'm just remembering back in the day, when the guys would crack jokes about me setting up franchises of children is all-I mean, it's going to be difficult shooting for Furher when I only have one child to support me within the military."

Riza turned to him with her hands on her slender, sculpted hips, "Firstly I recommend that you don't say 'back in the day' if you're trying not to sound old, and secondly it's never to late to have children, or start setting up franchises."

Although it will be soon...she thought, not wanting to point out to him that she too was getting older.

He smiled smugly, regaining his superior ego as he hooked the border of her lace embroidered underwear with his index finger and pulled her closer, "Yes, but I wouldn't want to be with any other woman but you."

She smiled and peeled his shirt off of him, tossing it neatly onto the floor, "Well aren't you slick."

Mustang wrapped his arms around her and he planted a passionate kiss on her upturned lips as they both fell back onto their bed. She arched her back closer to him as he began to slowly leave a trail of soft kisses down her neck. He stopped and let his lips linger just above her collar bone before pulling away abruptly to complain into the sheets, "Fifty!"

She sat up and rolled her eyes, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. Riza looked down at him with an annoyed but loving smirk, she leaned in close, pressing up against her husband and whispered in his ear, "Shut up and enjoy your birthday present," before turning out the lights.