050. Fingertips
There was some kind of miracle that came along with the birth of a child.
All moments of silence are completely treasured, not simply because you can finally get that sleep you've been praying for since the day you brought the bundle of joy home, but because it's during those moments when you can admire everyone of the little one's features and whisper how he had his mother's nose and eyes but your cheeks and hair. Then they get older and you can play with them and, in a sense, they play back. Those moments are treasure to the highest extent compared to those moments when you finally were capable of lying them down to sleep for a FULL NIGHT!
Walking hand in hand with his three year old through Central's shopping district had always been greeted with a goofy grin on the General's face. One that made others inch away and wonder where the man was headed that had him grinning so creepily. The child at his side was simply walk beside him, unaware and pointing at the toy displays in shop windows. All the while, the alchemist would enjoy the no calloused touch of his child's hand.
Once they had been playing and the little one had taken to reaching up and pinching the alchemist's cheeks. It was then Roy had taken in the softness of the child's touch. It was the touch of innocence. Fingers that never had snapped and caused devastation or pulled the trigger of a gun. Fingers that belonged to hands that boldly took hold of the hands of murderers and swung about happily while declaring how they loved to hold fire snapping and tripped pulling fingers. Glancing down at the humming dark haired, amber eyed child, Roy allowed a fond smile to replace his dumb grin.
He'd make sure those fingertip never became calloused. He was certain Riza agreed.
Author's Note: I didn't necessarily give the child a gender just to leave some to your own imaginations! I imagine my own OC personally but yeaaaah :D