A/N: Royai Week 2016 Day 2- Colors
Future fic. Roy has made it to the top. More importantly, he has gotten Riza to marry him.
Rated T for fleeting and humorous mentions of body fluids and (yuck) solids.
Regarding FMA ownership: Not me. I am not worthy.
"You don't mind if I call you tiny, do you?" The high squeaky voice emanated from the mouth of the Fuhrer of Amestris, who was kneeling on his living room floor. He tilted his head upwards to talk to his wife's face instead of her belly. His grin widened. "I'd never have guessed that it could be this much fun calling someone small if they didn't explode into a rant!" She rolled her eyes and shook her head, and he returned his attention to his wife's swollen abdomen and covered it with kisses. "I love you, my little bundle of joy." He stood and told her, "I'll be right back. I have something to show you."
Riza Mustang snorted. He was behaving even more idiodically than usual, but if she were honest with herself, that was one of the things she loved most about him. Her pregnancy had turned him into a goofy Maes Hughes, Jr. He'd been working so hard. Roy could be so serious. Obsessed. He'd spent so many years of his life being single goal-oriented. Well, her, too.
They'd always believed that he would become Fuhrer, but neither of them dared think that they could have happy personal lives. A day didn't go by without them appreciating this... miracle.
He came back into the living room carrying a thick folder. She raised her eyebrows in a query. He plopped down next to her on the sofa and opened the file.
"This is my baby folder. I've been doing research and collecting ideas. This here is a gizmo that I've got Fuery working on. We'll be able to hear our little spark anywhere in the house. What do you think?"
"That's a great idea, Roy." Riza leaned her head against his shoulder.
"These are catalogs for baby furniture and linens. I'd been thinking that we could buy either boy or girl furniture, and I can just transmute it if we pick the wrong gender..."
"Baby furniture has gender?"
"Riza, maybe it's time for you to begin your maternity leave so you can concentrate on preparing for our little cuddle bunny. We need to be ready."
"Well, Roy, if the Fuhrer can prepare while working, I think that I might be able to. Also, we still have three months to go."
"I just don't want you to strain yourself."
"Oh, I think that I can handle it, Roy."
"Well, let's discuss baby linens. We have a problem there."
"Please illuminate me. I can tell that this is going to be a more difficult issue than diplomatic relations with Aerugo."
The sarcasm was not noted. "Well, there are linens in all kinds of pastel colors, blue and pink, especially, but studies show that babies cognitively respond more to saturated colors!" He looked at her meaningfully. "Their gazes rest longest on rich blues and purples. We have to consider this when decorating the baby's room!"
"Okay. We'll do that." This is normal for a first time father. Right?
"Now, these are my experiments for developing improved diapers. A diaper should be both soft and absorbent. I'm working on adding a layer that adsorbs. That should help keep the baby's urine away from the baby's delicate skin. Our cutie pie will not have diaper rash. Of course feces are another problem. I'm not making any progress in that direction," he moaned.
She did not want to think about him experimenting with poop. Could he be impeached if anyone found out about this? "Um, have you recruited Hayate for this project, because..."
"Yes! I've been diapering him! He's been an invaluable asset!"
She still wasn't very worried, but: "I think I need a nap, Roy."
A/N: Don't you think that Roy would get a little crazy? A few years back I wrote a Royai pregnancy fic where I also had Roy diapering Hayate. Head canon! Thanks for reading. Take care