A/N: I decided to just put my contributions for Royai Week under one story. So please enjoy :) (And hah, that fic name...)

Reaching up, Roy Mustang stealthily rubbed his watering eye. Why he felt the need to be covert, he didn't know: because there was no one else there.

Everyone had left hours ago and the mayhem and chaos followed after them, leaving that hospital room so quiet that a pin drop would definitely awaken her; a wakefulness she did not need after everything that had happened…

So now that they were alone, the day's events were finally able to play through his mind completely undisturbed and all at once, evoking a response he knew was well overdue.

It happened earlier the previous morning when they were about to settle down for breakfast. He remembers pulling out Riza's chair and inviting her to sit. But after she graciously accepted it and was about to sink into the chair, her grip on her plate loosened and it slipped from her hand, shattering into hundreds of pieces the moment it hit the floor.

When she doubled over and clutched her abdomen, he was instantly at her side, his arm over her shoulder and his hand reaching up to her stomach. He recalls her gasping, "Not now… It's too early!"

It was too early… Two months too early.

Leaving her for just a moment, he catapulted himself over their couch and reached their phone, clumsily dialing the hospital's number. After shakily blathering out his credentials and information, he finally managed to inform them of their inevitable arrival.

When he reached Riza again, she was sitting back on her heels and holding her stomach, rocking gently as another contraction ripped through her. And when she refused to stand, Roy scooped her into his arms and jogged out to their car, sliding her into the passenger's seat moments before he collapsed into the driver's side.

Despite the fact the hospital was only a few minutes away; Roy vaguely recalls feeling as if the drive took hours until they finally arrived.

The second they pulled to the hospital, staff members were already outside and waiting for them with a wheelchair. Sidestepping the nurse that had opened her door, Roy was the one to lift her out of the car and place her into the seat.

He remained glued to her side, his hand wrapped around hers, as they rushed down the hallway and toward the neonatal ward. But when they reached the doors, the nurses explained to him that he would have to remain behind while they perform the initial diagnostics. So reluctantly, begrudgingly, he remained behind, standing in the middle of the hallway as they disappeared behind the set of swinging doors.

At one point the Elrics had been there, his team, Gracia and Elicia… All of their eyes were on him at all times, watching for signs of worry…and rain. But despite the fact a dark cloud hung above him as he paced back and forth, back and forth, the rain never came.

When they came to get him a while later, he jumped out of his seat and flew down the hall after them and to her room. Seeing her, Roy rushed over to Riza's side and resumed his position next to her, taking her hand between his as the doctors continued encouraging her to push.

It wasn't until after the new day began that Maes Mustang was born; the small but healthy newborn coming into the world at 01:14 in the morning on the 11th of June, 1921.

After that there was a never-ending stream of 'congratulations' and well-meaning instructions from those that were already parents, though now, Roy found, he couldn't remember a single conversation that had been had.

All that mattered at that moment was what was before him. Leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, he took in the scene and its wonder.

His beautiful wife, sleeping soundly with a small smile painted across her delicate features. Her arm was delicately draped over the small bundle resting on her chest, the perfect dark-haired, dark-eyed babe sleeping as peacefully as his mother.

When a tear found itself escaping his eye, he did not immediately wipe it away, allowing himself to relish it and this moment because-

"Roy… Are you alright?"

Tearing his eyes away from his son, Roy looked into her sherry eyes and grinned sheepishly as he wiped his cheek. "I am… I'm better than ever," he murmured quietly as he scooted his chair forward and brushed her fringe away, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Pulling away, he added,"How are you feeling?"

"Exhausted," she admitted with a light smile. "I guess fifteen hours of labor would do that to you though, right?" After he hummed softly in reply, she looked down at the still sleeping child and muttered, "Maes Mustang; having to make his presence known as loudly and obnoxiously as possible… A lot like his namesake," she added with a warm smile as she glanced up at Roy again.

Roy nodded as he laughed quietly, hoping she wouldn't notice that the dark cloud had begun to let go again…

But, of course, she did.

Stabilizing her hold on their sleeping child, she freed one hand and pressed it against his cheek, brushing the away the tear that freed itself from his eye. After searching his face for a moment, she murmured, "He'd be proud, Roy."

Reaching up and resting his hand on hers, he said, "Proud or happy because I finally got that wife he kept pestering me about?"

"Both," she answered with a grin. Seemingly satisfied by his drying eyes, she pulled her hand away and readjusted her hold on the baby, causing the child to awaken and begin to quietly fuss.

He instinctively reached out and opened his hands, inviting the child into his arms. Seeing this, Riza smiled and gently lifted him away from her chest, handing him over to her husband.

Resting the child in the crook of his arm, Roy began to gently rock the child back and forth, back and forth until the fussing baby quieted, lolled once again into a sound sleep.

Throughout this, he could feel the rain again as he marveled at their child and his splendor, at his wife and her beauty. All of it… Perfection.

He relished them and this moment, cherished it; because this rain was a happy one.