Author's note: Roy needs something to so to keep his mind off some upcoming news.
Watching Over You
Roy Mustang stood silently with a concentrated look on his face as ge watched the individual in front of his sleep. The peaceful state this certain individual was in made him wonder if life was just that simple. Sleep and all of lifes problems are no longer a worry. A sigh escaped the sleeping child's lips and Roy's eyes softened. He had been standing in the same spot for a good thirty minutes watching as his 18 month old slept, thinking about how different life was now that hewas a father. He had neew priorities and sometimes found himself seeing life through the eyes of his best friend, Maes Hughes. Absently, he reached down into the play pen, stroking his son's dark hair, a smile crossing his face. He knew for sure he would he qwould protect this child from harm. He'd keep the boy from all the evils of the world and make sure he stayed safe.
Roy looked around before gentl y picking the boy up and craddling him in his arms, a fond smile on his face. He didn't want Riza yelling at him for disturbing their son's sleep. He stroked the baby's closed fist with his index finger and in return, the child's hand opened and took hold of his fathers finger. A goofy kind of grin crossed the Flame Alchemist's face. It was a kind of grin that made Jean Havoc look at him in confusion as he entered the room. Riza was by his side with a slight smile on her face as she watched the scene. "Sir, the higher ups are ready." Havoc said. Roy blinked and looked over his shoulder, a confused look on his face.
"For the result of the votes." Riza added ina reminding tone and walked up to him. "Winry is here to watch after him until we get back. He'll be fine." she said as her husband turned his attention back to the child.
"I know... I just wanted to see the little guy befire I went off to face our futures." he said, putting an emphasis on our. The blonde nodded and went to lead Havoc out so they would wait for him in the car. When they were gone, Roy looked back at his son and smiled, gently pulling his finger from his child's grip, kissing the top of his head.
"Listen up, little man. You're old man may not be perfect and he could possibly not even get this promotion today, but remember, mommy and I are still watching over you." he whiepered and placed the child back in his playpen, letting out a sigh and walking out of the room with a new confidence. He then walked back in and put a picture on the bedside dresser by the crib and smiled. "We're watching over you." he said and left. The picture was of him and Riza, dressed casually and actually very happy. Something for thier son to wake up to so he never felt alone.