Because the first chapter was so short...here's another one :)

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA!

Black Hayate's head leapt up upon hearing the key in the lock. Riza stepped inside and dropped the keys unceremoniously into the wicker basket next to the door. She walked into the kitchen, her feet dragging slightly as she walked to the kettle and flicked the switch, as if on auto-pilot. She felt something soft and wet probe her limp hand, she gazed down at Hayate's concerned face. "I couldn't do it, Boy," she said kneeling and scratching behind his ear, "I couldn't tell him about the baby."

He whined and liked her wrist, she smiled weakly at him and then stood up and poured out the boiling water into a mug. She stood there a moment, holding the steaming mug and staring at the tiles of her kitchen wall. Should I send a letter? That's a brilliant idea, Riza. Dear Roy, How's the North? Cold enough for you? Oh by the way you bastard you knocked me up and then ran off, yours sincerely, Riza. She sighed and sipped the tea. She knew he was a play boy, fuck and run kind of guy, but north? He'd never run that far before. Her face faltered. She really thought he'd cared. Feeding him, caring for him, staying at his apartment to help with his nightmares, then one night he looks her right in the eyes and then leans in and kisses her.

Her eyes glazed slightly as her thoughts slipped from the present back to that night. They had been for a walk with Hayate; he'd walked her back to her place to collect some items for her room at his flat. She had been stood in front of her dresser mirror collecting her spare gun and more underwear from the top drawer when he had appeared in the mirror. The way he'd snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, turning her to face him. The soft kiss had only lasted a moment; it had swiftly become more passionate, only breaking for breath or to pull an item of clothing off. They had quickly found themselves on her bed and she let her fingers linger on his chest, drinking him all in; smell, touch and taste. His hot lips had felt so good on her collar bone and even better as they, achingly slowly, made their way down between her legs.

There was a loud bark that sliced through her memories, throwing her back into the present. She glanced at Hayate who was looking at her with a mixture of pity and pleading on his canine face. She glanced at the clock, midday. Then she gasped. She hadn't fed him. "I'm so sorry boy!" she turned to the cupboard and took a tin out, pulled a draw open and began peeling open the lid. Hayate wagged his tail and let his tongue flop out as he watched his mistress reveal the dog food, would he get a chicken leg today?

The smell escaped the can and it hit Riza. She paused and stared at the brown gooey contents. The smell continued to seep through the air to her nostrils. Then she felt her legs go slightly numb, the muscles around her stomach violently contract at once and her body lurch. She clamped her hand over her mouth and rushed through the kitchen, across the hall and into the bathroom. She vomited the small breakfast she'd had before racing to the train station into the toilet and then sat shakily down against the bathroom wall, the cool tiles pressing into her hot back. Her breathing was slightly ragged and a light sheen of sweat had appeared on her brow. Shit, she thought and then put her face in her hands.

Hayate padded across the floor to lick her hand worriedly. She looked at him and the corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. Her hand flopped to his head and she stroked his black hair. "Mummy's alright, sweetie," she said and then tensed slightly at her choice of words. Hayate looked at her straight in her hazel eyes. She looked back at him and then glared. She withdrew her hand and resting her forehead on her fists. Hayate nudged her arm and she glanced at him. Then sighed.

"You're right," she paused and looked up at herself in the floor length bathroom mirror, "I need help."

Hayate walked proudly at his mistress's side. She wore her full uniform and her hand rested gently on her brown satchel. Soldiers saluted as she passed and she waved them off. Her hair was pulled back in its usual clip and she walked with her usual upright posture and marching gait. As she pushed back the handle and entered the office she was greeted with,"...I came too early."

Second Lieutenant Havoc and the rest of the team froze as she entered. She raised a questioning eyebrow at Havoc, "Too early, huh?" She said keeping her face straight. He took his feet of the desk and went red.

"Lieutenant Hawkeye...I...it's not..."

"As you were," she chuckled and put the satchel on the desk, Hayate taking his usual position beside it. She then turned to face the group that were all staring cautiously at her. Her brow furrowed until she realised what the problem was. She gave a small frustrated sigh, "I'm fine," she said with a little more venom than necessary, "Colonel Mus-, sorry, enlisted man Mustang has gone North and whatever your thinking, stop it, I'm fine."

They all nodded and then turned in silence back to their paper work. She sat silently at her desk and looked at her paper work. She felt slightly faint; she'd already thrown up four times that morning. Hayate's head popped up and looked at her. She gave him a reassuring smile and scratched behind his ear. She stood up again after assembling the papers and rearranging the items on her desk. She turned and her eyes fell on Mustang's desk. He's gone. She shivered and shook her head. She straightened herself and that's when she saw her subordinates looking at her again. "Paper work!" she barked. They didn't move. She gave a frustrated sigh and opened her mouth to bark another order when Sergeant Fuery spoke.

"Lieutenant...you're crying," he whispered.

She reached up and touched her wet cheeks gently. Her breathing faltered, oh shit, not now...not in front of the men. Hayate whined and leapt up to his mistress's side. "You sure you're OK, Lieutenant?" mumbled Havoc through his unlit cigarette. She stood straight trying desperately to regain her composure, she was the stoic lieutenant, the perfect soldier. She did not cry.

At that moment Hayate barked at her and Falman appeared with a chair for her. She looked at him and the dog, "I'm fine, get back to work!"

"You're not fine," Havoc stated and she turned her icy hazel glare on him, "Come on, Riza," she tensed slightly when he called her by her first name whilst they were at work, "we all know you and the colonel were close."

She looked at each of them individually. They were good men, the best. All trustworthy and loyal to Mustang even though he'd abandoned them. Hayate, sensing her thoughts, nudged her hand gently. She sighed and resigned herself to the fact she was going to need help. Besides, what would they say when she began to swell like a flaming balloon? She shut her eyes and let out a long sigh turning to face Falman, "shut and lock the door," she said flatly.

He nodded, slightly shocked, and then turned to the door, shutting and locking it. He sat down at his usual spot next to Fuery and they all watched as Riza braced herself on the large office desk, facing them. She looked up at them. "The Colonel and I...we were close." Shit, how the hell am I going to do this? She was about to shatter any respect they had for her. The emotionless and perfect soldier was about to painted with a big black brush. She pushed off the table and stood straight in front of them, preparing for the onslaught. "We...we had a relationship...of some sort...before he left."

"We knew that, just come out with it. Rip the plaster off, as they say," moaned Havoc. He knew there was something else going on here, he could see from Riza's tense face, the strange behaviour and her nervousness that this was going to be bad. He wanted to force it out of her. If she carried on like this they could be here the rest of the morning and the new colonel was arriving early afternoon.

Riza shot him one of her famous glares, "I'm pregnant!" she suddenly yelled at him. Then paled significantly at her words and what she'd just blurted. Oh god, she'd said it out loud and she'd lost her temper. The men sat in silence all staring at her. Havoc's cigarette had hit the desk and Fuery's pen flopped out his hand. She surveyed them, knew they were all thinking bad thoughts. She couldn't stop the tears. "I'm sorry" she muttered, going to grab her satchel something caught her arm. It was Havoc's hand, he gently turned to face the room again and they all had sympathetic faces. Not one of them looked disgusted or like they had lost respect for her. Havoc broke the ensuing silence.

"A kid, eh?" he said, popping another cigarette in his mouth, "Well the kid's gonna need some role models and you're gonna need support, whether you admit it or not." The guys nodded in agreement, Fuery smiling at her, Breda and Falman with comforting looks on her faces. Hayate barked and wagged his tail. She smiled at them and pulled some tissues from her hand bag to wipe the tears away. She felt significantly better having told them her situation and even better that they had accepted it and would be helping her, but...something was wrong. There was a tense atmosphere had descended among the man and she could sense from their awkward glances that they defiantly had another opinion.