Chapter 19

"Edward," Flynn whispered, kissing his neck. She was trying to wake him up for a romantic encounter before the kids got up. She stared down at her gorgeous blond husband, sliding her hands over his smooth muscular chest. Her lips pressed kisses all over his neck and chest as her hands continued to explore his body. He whimpered and stirred as her hand glided down his washboard abs, tickling him slightly. "Wake up, honey," she murmured in his ear, slipping her hand into his underwear.

"Oh, god, Flynn," he moaned, when her fingers wrapped around his hardness. "No wonder we have so many kids."

"Speaking of them, come on before they wake up. I need you," she begged, stroking him.

"Climb aboard then. You're like a nymphomaniac here lately," he grumbled, rolling over on his back for her. He wasn't exactly complaining, but a little more sleep would be nice.

"I can't help it, Ed. I just want you so badly," she said, as she impaled herself on his erection.

"Mmmmm, Flynn," he groaned, putting his hands on her hips. He loved her fuller, rounder mama's body and the fact that she was comfortable with it. Her new curves had been the result of the three wonderful gifts she had given him. If she kept this up, there would surely be a fourth.

Flynn pulled him up to a sitting position, burying her hands in his long hair. Sometimes her strength shocked him because it seemed to be on level beyond his. "Ahhhhh, sweetheart, please," he begged when she mercilessly pulled his hair and thrust herself down onto him at the same time. She had become queen of the pleasurable pain. It seemed the more gentle he tried to be, the rougher she would get. He grunted when she abruptly slammed him down on the bed, pinning his arms to the mattress above his head.

Flynn writhed and twisted her body making blissful sensations race through both of their bodies. She threw back her head as she sat up, dragging her fingers down his chest and belly, careful not to scratch him with her fingernails. She moaned loudly when she felt his hand over her breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple. Her body shuddered with pleasure, making him moan.

"Ed," she whispered in his ear when she leaned over to kiss him. Her kiss held an overwhelming hunger that left him gasping for breath. She was moving her hips faster and harder, bringing him closer to his end. She cried out sharply, thrusting her hips into him so hard over and over it was making his hipbones feel bruised.

Ed was beginning to think she was going to screw him straight through the bed. Finally he had enough and grabbed her, flipping her over onto her back. He put his hand over her mouth, laying down on her to hold her to the bed as he moved inside of her. It was a good thing he was now six feet tall and outweighed her by a lot so he could hold her down. His body was grinding hard against a certain part of her female anatomy to force her to a climax.

"Go ahead, Flynn, scream," he murmured into her ear. His hand muffled the shriek she let out as her body vibrated and convulsed under him. He released into her, whispering her name in her ear. They lay together in the bed in a panting, sweating heap. He slapped her on the behind, making her yelp. "So what are we going to name the next one?" he asked playfully.

"Oh, you're so funny. I wouldn't mind having another child. I love my babies – and their father," she said, kissing him quickly before jumping up to get a shower with him right behind her.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, stepping into the shower with her.

"Of course not," she answered, pressing her body against his.

"Keep that up and we'll be at it again," he murmured into her ear, kissing her neck.

"Promise?"

"That's a promise. If you were taller, I'd just take you right here."

"Now this is rich coming from the man who once threw little tantrums any chance he could about references to being short," she teased, kissing him on the lips. "You're strong. Pick me up."

Ed did as she requested, cupping her behind with his big hands and lifting her up so she could enclose his waist with her legs. He pushed her against the wall so he could support her better. He made love to her at a leisurely, unhurried pace which brought them both to an eventual, delightfully gentle climax that left them invigorated and ready for their day rather than worn out and ready for sleep.

Flynn got dressed and began the task of waking up the children. She always got them up in time to have breakfast with their father before he left for work. When he was gone, they would begin their busy day of school lessons and chores.

Most often Ed would come home for lunch, typically bringing at least one person home with him from the office. Today the person he brought with him was Jean Havoc. It was always a wonderful thing to see Jean walk through the door. He had been healed of his spinal injury with a philosopher's stone by Dr. Tim Marcoh. The stones had a very positive purpose if used correctly; however, people coveted them for their evil, destructive power.

"Hi, sweetie, how are you?" Flynn asked when he walked in with a big smile on his face.

"I'm great and you look lovely as always," he said, kissing her on the cheek.

'Still a charmer,' Flynn thought to herself looking into his deep blue eyes. She remembered a time when she would lose herself in the depths of those beautiful cerulean orbs. When he first came back, things were very strained and stressful between the two of them. Mustang with his astonishing diplomatic skills had locked them in a room together until they worked out the situation and were able to get along more amicably. After a literal knock – down, drag – out fight, mostly on Flynn's part because Havoc was too much of a gentleman to hit a woman, they had gotten rid of some serious grudges and a great deal of animosity between them.

"Uncle Havoc!" Keegan exclaimed when he came into the kitchen. Havoc was his favorite "uncle" out of the many surrogate ones they have. Flynn didn't mind that her son saw him as a role model because Jean was a very intelligent, good natured man who would make someone a great husband.

"Hey, boy! Long time no see!" he responded warmly, giving the kid a hug. That made Flynn jealous – the stubborn child wouldn't even hug her anymore, not willingly and without experiencing embarrassment. "Let me know when you want to go for target practice. I've got a new gun I want you to try out."

"Hey, Keegan, can you go get your brother and sister then come back to help me?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," her oldest son responded politely.

"I know you hate that, but he needs to know how to shoot. Especially if he's going to join the army someday," Jean remarked before she even said anything.

"I know, I know. It's a mom thing, allow me that much okay?" she replied defensively.

"You're the most beautiful mom I know."

"How many moms do you know, Jean?"

"Two – mine and you."

"Hmph," she snorted. "Hopeless flatterer."

Now that everyone in the house was asleep, Flynn could steal a few moments of peace and quiet for herself. Despite the fact it was midnight, she went out to sit by the pool to read. She still enjoyed sitting outside at night, and since it was the middle of summer it would be warm and perfect for relaxing. After turning on the lights surrounding the pool, she walked outside. Her favorite drink of choice in a frosty bottle was in her hand along with the book that she had been anxious to read. After settling on a lounger, she opened her book and took a sip, preparing for some much needed alone time. She loved being a full time wife and mother, but she still needed a few moments to herself to maintain her sanity. Half way through the third chapter, she heard him. Her moment alone was great while it lasted. She finished the last sip of her beer while she continued to listen, trying to pinpoint his location. She could hear him breathing hard and fast as he watched her. Pervert. She determined his location and flung the empty beer bottle into the tree that straddled the property line between his house and theirs. A hollow clunk echoed into the still night air when the bottle found its target.

"OW! DAMMIT!" Roy bellowed.

"Get down here, now, Roy Mustang!" she yelled at him as if he were one of her children. She stood with her hands on her hips as she watched the branches of the tree shake while he climbed down. Her lips pressed into a thin line of anger as he dropped to his feet from the lowest branch.

"Your aim is unbelievable," he muttered, rubbing his sore forehead. He held the bottle in his hand as he walked over to her.

"Come here, and let me see," she ordered. After he sat down on the lounger so she could reach him, she checked the bump on his forehead. "You'll be all right. It will be a nasty goose egg but you can hide it with your bangs," she said, brushing his hair over the rising knot. "God, Roy! If people knew how you acted in private, what would they think? Would you grow up already?"

"It's no fun to grow up, Mama," he whined, grinning at her like a fool.

"Don't call me that. You can be so damn weird sometimes," she snapped, sitting down beside him. She watched him lean back and stretch out his long legs in front of him. "Don't get too comfortable, Sparky. You interrupted my 'me' time."

"What if I want a little bit of you?" he asked crudely, reaching over to play with the ribbons at the collar of her nightgown.

"You know, Roy, if it wouldn't hurt Ed, I'd just be tempted to give you what you want so maybe, just maybe, you'd leave me the hell alone. You've built this up in your mind so much over the years I think you'd have a heart attack and die before you even had an orgasm if I did," she snapped, snatching the ribbons from his fingers after he untied them.

"Wanna find out?" he inquired, more serious than joking.

"God, Roy!" she yelled for the second time.

"Funny you should keep calling me that…"

"I'm not. Don't flatter yourself," she retorted, rolling her eyes. She leaned back on the lounger, dropping her feet right in the middle on his abdomen. The loud grunt of pain he released made her grin with wicked delight. Instead of moving, he began to massage her feet, holding his head up in midair. No wonder his abdominal muscles felt so hard beneath her feet.

Flynn closed her eyes, sighing as his fingers worked absolute magic. Her whole body began to relax under his skillful hands. She moaned with disappointment when he moved her feet and sat up. Her body had just attained that numb, floating feeling that comes right before sleep overtakes it. She didn't open her eyes, but she could feel him hovering over her, looking at her. Maybe he thought she was already asleep since he picked her up and carried her into the house. She never said anything or moved to let him know that she was still awake.

Roy carefully lowered her onto the couch, grabbing the blanket off the back of it to cover her up. He knelt down beside her, stroking his hand across her creamy cheek that had a sprinkling of freckles on it that ran across her nose and the other cheek. 'When did she get those?' he wondered as he looked at her. They made her look younger and more enticing anyway; maybe they had appeared because she got out in the sun with the children a lot. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then he couldn't stop himself from what he did next. He kissed her lips, feeling like the prince trying to wake Sleeping Beauty. However, he didn't want to wake this Sleeping Beauty because she would surely slap his face or give him a black eye. He brushed his lips across her ear, erroneously thinking it was safe to whisper, "I love you, Flynn."

Flynn's heart stopped immediately upon hearing those whispered words of a long buried sentiment. Her eyes popped open, and she was staring into his eyes that were as dark as the night. She slapped her hand over his mouth before he could yell out in surprise while pressing her finger against her lips to remind him to stay quiet. She gave him a second to get over the shock of being caught before she removed her hand.

"I-I-I thought you were a-a-asleep," Roy stuttered frantically. It wasn't an easy task to make Roy Mustang lose his composure, but she had done it.

"Yeah. I guessed as much. You have really ruined my relaxing night," she whispered but there was no fury behind the words – just confusion and sadness.

"I'm sorry. If I had known, I wouldn't have said anything," he said, avoiding her piercing gaze.

"Ten years ago, Roy," she snapped. "Is that what you wanted to tell me ten years ago?"

"Yes," he replied, slowly bringing his eyes up to hers. He was surprised to see that her eyes were filled with tears instead of anger.

"Dammit, Roy Mustang, you're such a moron," she hissed, grabbing him by the collar. "What am I supposed to do with this knowledge huh? What do we do now? Now wonder you still act like such an idiot around me."

"Gee, thanks, Flynn. I can always count on you to make me feel better," he groused, pulling out of her grip.

"Oh, shut up, asshole!" she snapped, rolling over on her stomach to bury her face in the couch cushion. "Get out!"

"What?" he asked because it had been so muffled.

"Get out! Please, go home," she murmured, her voice breaking on the word home as tears flowed down her cheeks. She buried her face back into the couch until she heard the door click twice: once for him to open it to leave, and twice because he closed it behind him. She was so angry yet felt so weak and defeated. 'How dare he do that?' she thought to herself. 'How dare he make such a confession? And after all these years!'