Chapter Ten
The PMS really started to get going at around week nine. It was Monday morning, and Ed had to get up bright and early. As soon as he got to work, he was called in to Colonel Mustang's office. It was a typical thing, so he went without complaint. He was having a decent day and he didn't intend to ruin it. He didn't bother with knocking on his superior officer's door, either, and just walked right in. Surprisingly enough, Roy didn't notice him until the door closed behind him.
"Hi," the teen greeted, "You wanted me for something?"
"Uhm, yeah." Roy replied, "I was just wondering if you were okay."
Ed released a breath, placing his hands on his hands on his hips. Roy recognized that as a bad gesture, and he tensed up. "What the hell does that mean!?" the blonde suddenly demanded, golden eyes fixed on the Colonel and glaring.
"Excuse me?"
"No, Roy, what the hell is your problem!?" Ed continued, his voice angrily rising as the older brunette stood and began to cross the room. "Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I'm helpless! There's a god damn difference, and I don't need you watching me! I won't just fall apart and I sure as hell don't need to be treated like a child!"
"Ed, I think you're overreacting-"
"Bullshit! You know what? I think you're overreacting-"
"It's just hormones, and-"
"HORMONES!?" Ed screamed.
"Ed, lower your voice or someone might hear."
"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I. AM. NOT. HORMONALLY UNSTABLE! I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!"
"Ed, please-"
"I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF!" the blonde continued, "I'M NOT SOME DEFENSELESS CHILD YOU CAN RESCUE!"
"I never said that!"
"Then why are you treating me like this?" Ed asked. "Why?" he repeated, his tone demanding but his words uneven. There were tears in his eyes. This was definitely the hormones talking.
"I don't know what you're talking about-"Roy started.
"Of course you do!" Ed exclaimed, slowly sinking to the floor and letting tears fall from his eyes. He took in another shaky breath; his body shaking as he quietly let out an upset sob and wiped his eyes with the back of one fragile hand. Roy got down on one knee and gathered the blonde in his arms. Ed didn't push him away. He just kept crying. "I don't know what's wrong with me." He said, "I keep feeling like I'm doing something wrong or I'm gonna lose the baby, and I'm stressed and I'm sick and I just don't know what to do…What will I do when the baby's actually here, Roy, tell me!"
Roy didn't say anything, just tightened his grip on the shaking blonde. Sure, the hormones were what made him cry and scream and argue, but these feelings he was confessing were real. He was having a really tough time, and Roy could tell even if he didn't say anything to anyone.