Terribly sorry about the wait, but here it is, chapter 11!

Chapter 11 - All About News

Monday's were always terrible in headquarters. Most of the soldiers were either cranky because their weekend was over, all the fun was over till the following weekend. For Havoc, he couldn't have been doing better. The day passed smoothly and on top of that, he was going to have dinner over at the Armstrong estate. Cathrine's father had just come back from away and his family was haveing a feast to welcome him home, Jean was obviously invited.

Cathrine actually said that she had some good news to tell him, but she wanted to wait to see him face to face, she needed to show him something as well. They were looking at getting a house together and this sure sounded like what she might be getting at.

The more he thought about it, the wider his smile got. Speaking of thinking, he decided to go back to Mustang's office before he left, just to tell him that he was going home. He entered Mustang's office to see him, his hands grasping either side of his hair and his head down. "Sir?" He said, slightly scared. Mustang could get quite manic at times, and he really couldn't tell what he was going to do.

"What the hell could it be?" He said in a low tone.

"What could what be sir?" He asked, still, keeping his distance.

Mustang looked up. "It's about Edward."

Havoc rolled his eyes and entered the room. "Come on Mustang, you gotta' let this die already." It was true, Mustang had been obessing over Ed's little 'problem' for the last week and a half. "The kid's got some girl troubles, he's never had a girlfriend before so he's having difficulty coping. I don't see why you're getting so flustered."

The younger man slammed his hands down on the desk, a scowle on his face. "It's not that simple." He stood up and got into his usual 'thinking pace' back and forth behind his desk. "He lied to me. Normally, I wouldn't pay it any mind, but he went out of his way to cover up the fact that he had a problem. On top of that, no one drinks that much over a phone conversation with their significant other." He continued to pace. "The following day he seemed to be doing alright, but he hadn't talked with Winry, that's the blond girl he was with last time they were here, so that means he came to some conclusion on his own." He sat back down. "The fact that he wouldn't tell me anything leads me to think that something might have happened that either he's shy, or ashamed of. Which could mean any number of things."

Havoc shook his head. "How do you know all this?"

Roy leaned back in his chair. "I called Gracia and told her I was worried about Edward. And that's all she told me." He closed his eyes. "I also talked with Sheska before she left that day to get me coffee, she didn't know anything either. If I could just get ahold of him, I could find out what's wrong."

Jean couldn't help but snicker. "It's good to see you have so much free time to spend on these kinds of things Colonel." Havoc held up a hand to wave. "I'm off now, so don't bother looking for me. I have a dinner date tonight."

Roy smiled. "Alright. Goodnight." He waved back as Havoc exited the room, closing the door behind him. Looking down begrudgingly at his papers, he sighed and began reading them. He started off with the one set aside from all the rest that had an 'urgent' stamp adorning it's front page. "How the hell did I miss that?" He was so engulfed in being nosey that he neglected to notice said 'big red stamp'. Picking up the thin booklet, he skimmed the front page. He frowned and laid the book back down. "Dammit." It looked as though he was going to get a chance to talk to Edward afterall.

"Here, and be careful, it's hot." Edward handed Winry her peanutbutter cookie. "I didn't think I'd be able to bake, but it's not that hard."

Winry bit into the soft cookie and chewed it delightfully. "It's delicious Ed. Thank you." Though he cravings were easy to fufill, they did come at the weirdest of times; the summertime was no time to be baking cookies. Though it was best to cater to her cravings, he knew that the body knew more than anyone's concious part of the brain could, so if she was lacking any kind of nutrient, her craving would have pointed her in the right direction.

Ed smiled. "I'm gald you like it." Another week had passed and Winry was still not showing. He sat on the coach next to her and examined her chest. Normally that wouldn't be something out of the ordinary, but this time, he noticed something different. "Winry...?" He slid in behind her and cupped his hands beneath the bottom of her breasts.

"What?" She didn't mind the intrusion, but she was still confused.

He lifted them and let them fall back into place. "Did...did they get bigger?" He peeked over her shoulder, a smirk on his face.

Winry fiddled with her bra strap and looked down, indeed, she was popping out of her bra a little bit. "Yeah...seems so." She tried to cover the bump with the bra, but that only made it pop out the bottom. "Damn." She tired again, but to no avail, they wouldn't stay fully covered.

Ed squished his hands closed slightly. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind." He smiled.

Winry rolled her eyes. "Sure, it's great that you get to enjoy it, I ,on the other hand, have to go and buy new bra's." She leaned back against Edward's chest.

He smiled and wrapped his hands around her belly, just in case anyone walked in. "I imagine it'll be worse when you have to start buying maternity cloths."

She sighed. "I know my body's going to go all 'fun house mirror' on me, so don't remind me."

Ed hugged her. "I'll still think you're pretty."

Winry looked back at him. "Thanks, it's going to be tough on me not having my body the way it s now." She smiled and kissed his cheek, her cookie still in hand. "I won't be able to do all the physical labor that I do now. Fortunatly it won't be permenant." She closed her eyes as she relaxed with him.

Ed could hear the soud of the phone rining in the other room. "Would someone mind getting that?" He was quite comfortable and really didn't want to move.

"I've got it." Hohenheim's voice sounded from around the corner.

Ed listened hard for who it was, but really couldn't make out anything that his father was saying, at least, not till the end, several minutes later, where he heard him speak the words. "Alright sir, we'll see you in a few days."

He unwedged himself from behind Winry and left the living room to the hallway. He saw his father standing beside the phone table, arms crossed and a worried look on his face. "Who was that?" Edward asked, fearing the answer.

"That was Mustang." Von began. "He's coming to brief us on mission we need to take part in."

Ed planted his fists on his hips. "Well, why didn't he just tell us over the phone?"

Hohenheim sighed. "Because he needs to give you and Al a lot of information. He doesn't have to, but seeing as how you two have never been on the battle feild before, he's going out of his way to help prepare you."

Al came in from the kitchen. "Battle? What battle? We're not at war right now."

The older man nodded. "No. But Drachma is; and that've asked for our help."

"Oh Jean, I'm glad you could come." Cathrine smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. "Dinner will be another half an hour, but I have to talk to you anyway." She led him in and closed the door.

"Jean my good man!" Cathrine's father, a very heafty man, approached him and arapped his powerful arms around him. "Great to see you, my boy!"

"You too sir." Havoc said in semi squished state. "I take it your trip went well."

Releasing his grip on poor Havoc he smiled. "Of course. But I must go and see how the cook is doing. Good job to you just the same." With that, he walked off after giving Havoc a sturdy pat on the back.

Havoc was a little confused as to what he meant about the 'good job' bit, but he imagined he meant to say 'good evening'. Paying it no mind, he turned to Cathrine, her sweet smile and beautiful bright eyes warmed his heart. It seemed that all the Armstrong family was quite enthusiastic, it definatly was going to take some getting use to. "Where were we?" He reminded the young blond girl.

She snapped to and smiled wide. "Right. Here." She turned around the reached for a folder that was laying on the table behind her. "Read it."

Wondering what it could be, he opened it and began reading. "..." He noticed one part that stuck out, it was highlighted in yellow. "You tested hGC positive." He looked up, rather worried. "Does that mean you're sick? I won't catch it will I?"

She smiled wide. "No silly. It's nothing like that. Why do you think father was in such a good mood?"

Havoc looked at the paper once again. "...first prenatal check-up, two weeks from now. Wait...you mean you're...?" He looked frantic.

"Yes...I am." She smiled wide. It seemed the Armstrong tradition of being married before children was broken, Havoc then feared how many things he would have broken had any of them found out. He paused. "Wait...your father is happy about this?"

She nodded. "Of course. Well, he wasn't at first, but then I explained to him that following tradition made me feel trapped. So you really don't have to worry."

Jean's heart was racing, he couldn't believe the news, he as going to be a father. "This is..." He then caught himself smiling. "I don't know what to say."

She smiled in return and then hugged him tight. "Don't say anything. At least not till tonight when we tell everyone the news."

Once again, his heart began to pound. "You mean you haven't told anyone yet?"

With a shake of her head she loosened her grip on Jean. "Well no, I thought this was something that the whole family should be in on. I needed to tell father first because he's quite strict when it comes to family tradition, that's all."

For obvious reasons, Havoc no longer felt hungry anymore. He could deal with having a kid, he was in his thrities, but he couldn't however deal with Alex. He recalled the strict warning that he recieved from him a couple months back, he dared not let something like this out. Quickly, he began thinking of an alternative to telling everyone.

Roy peered over Riza's shoulder as she slowly opened the envelope and unfolded the paper within. She and Roy skimmed it. "Negative."

"Damn." Roy shook his head. "I guess that means you'll be coming with us then."

She nodded. "Seems so. Don't worry, we'll try again next month." The rest of the crew took it surprisingly well. A week ago they announced that they were married and it all seemed to go over great. Roy was actually congratulated by the guys on his triumph over his addiction of steeling other people's girlfriends. They weren't announcing it to the world, but telling their close staff members seemed like a good idea.

It relieved some tension between them in the work place as well. They tried their hardest not to act like a couple in case anyone were to find out, and on several occasions, it got rather awkward. But now, all was well. At least, untill the campaign was over.

Babies is be everywherezorz!

Kidding, but I finally managed to get out of my rut and am now updating again.
I'll try to do it more often than never.
I actually have an interview today at a call center. It's a couple dollars more an hour and forty hours a week, so the extra money will be good. And, the job is less taxing, so I'll be able to write up a storm and not be tired as hell (like I am right now) doing it.

Thanks for sticking with me guys, and, uh, sorry about the sloppiness of this chapter, but I kind of got stuck. XP