Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Part 9 of my Future storyline arc. I'm . . . quite fond of this one. It just makes me grin to think about it :D
Thirty-four: Telephone
As the brand new parents of a baby boy, Roy and Riza Mustang woke up at the first sign of distress, these days. That wasn't to say that they were terribly alert or enthusiastic about it, but they woke. So when one night their sleep was interrupted by a loud noise, they promptly talked about it like rational adults.
"Mm, you go get him," Roy said, rolling over and stuffing his face into the pillow.
"Wait," Riza said in a croaky voice, not having opened her eyes yet. "That's not Sasha, it's the phone."
There was a pause as Roy verified that fact with his own ears, and then he groaned. "It'll be something important, too." He still didn't move.
A penetrating wail joined the sound of the telephone in the air, and both parents let out an exhausted sigh.
"I'll get the phone, you get Sash," Roy said, finally rolling out of bed.
