Disclaimer: FMA belongs to Arakawa Hiromu
Notes: Part 8 of my Future storyline arc. I know it's early, but I'm headed out and don't know how late I'll be home tonight, so I'ma postin' it nao :3 At the time I wrote this one I knew two heavily pregnant women (I still know them, but they're no longer pregnant), and I suppose they just helped it work, in my mind. One of the things in the second paragraph was actually something stolen from one of them XD -yoink!-
Fifty-one: Embracing From Behind
Pregnancy, Riza learned during her second year as Mrs. Mustang, made lots of things more difficult. Getting up in the mornings was a strain on her back. Holding onto the contents of her bladder was nigh on impossible with someone kicking at it. Sitting at the dinner table, she had to leave her chair out, so she wouldn't be squished – which, consequently made staying clean a lot harder, because if something fell off her fork instead of dropping neatly onto her plate, it plopped down onto her now almost spherical belly. Even something as simple as hugging or kissing her husband required awkward bending, to get past the obstacle between them.
But then, Roy was around to help her with each of these problems. He could give her a hand in the mornings to hold onto as she hoisted herself up out of bed. When they went out somewhere, he took note of the closest toilets so that when she needed to go in a hurry, she knew exactly where to head. He always made sure there were serviettes at the dinner table, and reminded her to put one over her belly if she forgot. And he'd surprise her, by sneaking up behind her, putting his head over her shoulder, his arms around her belly, and nuzzling at her neck or cheek until she laughed.