Author's Note: My second drabble. Its kinda short and simple though. I actually read some interesting ways of looking at this topic and an idea came at me randomly cuz I'm actually working on an ongoing Royai fic. So here it goes.
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(#37) Match
Riza stood silently preparing for another day at the office, standing in front of her mirror and her bedroom as she straightened her uniform and began doing her hair before putting on her jacket. Behind her on the bed sat a three year old boy, who resembled a certain flame alchemist, rubbing Black Hayate's belly as he watched her comb thru her hair and begin to pull it up and clip it into place. She then opened a drawer and pulled out a small box, taking something out and sticking it securely in her hair,catching the child's attention. "Mommy?"
"Yes hun?" She answered, continuing with what she was doing.
"What's that you're puttin' in your hair?" He asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.
"A match."
"Why?" Riza stopped and smiled over her shoulder at the child.
"Because there will be a day when daddy may need it." she said.
"To help daddy make a big fire!" the child asked enthusiastically, stretching his arms out wide to put an emphasis on big. Riza laughed, but nodded. She knew it was peaceful times now, but sometimes she felt there would be a time when this match would come in handy. It was almost a habit anyway... ever since she became part of Mustang's group. Besides, what could she do. She wanted to protect her husband, even if he was unaware of this finally method of preparing of work.