Van Hohenheim was in for it while raising his newborn son.

The first month

In the middle of the night, his newborn son started to cry. Hohenheim was passed out, as was Trisha. That night they had sex, for the first time since Edward was born. Sarah had said specifically not to have sex for at least a month, so Trisha and Hohenheim were happy for the end of the month.

Trisha woke up and rushed to the baby, she nursed him and then put him back in bed.

Then the baby started to cry again. Trisha made Hohenheim get up, and make Edward stop crying. Hohenheim picked Edward up, and started rocking him. Then he felt wetness on his arm, and groaned.

"Edward."

The second month

It was the second month of getting up in the middle of the night and changing diapers. Hohenheim didn't like this parenting thing very much, but it had its moments.

Edward was laying on the floor, Trisha cheering him on to raise his head.

Just then Edward looked at Hohenheim for a few minutes, and finally raised his head. Trisha smiled, and said how he is going to be just like his daddy. Hohenheim smiled.

Ed was going to be just like Hohenheim, and everyone knew it.

The third month

Trisha told Hohenheim to give Edward a bath, so he got the sink ready, and put him in it. Hohenheim scrubbed Edward squeaky clean. Then he spit up on Hohenheim.

"Bath time again?"

The fourth month

Hohenheim was dying for sex. Unfortunately, Edward was starting to crawl. Trisha was way too busy thinking about, 'What if Edward got into something?'

Finally Edward was sleeping, with no crying. Hohenheim saw this as an opportunity. He came up to Trisha, and made out with her.

"You really want to make love don't you?" Trisha asked. She knew he had wanted it, she always knew when he wanted it, and this time she was going to toy with him.

"Of course my darling." The golden alchemist said, to romance his woman.

"Well too bad sweetie, I am busy cleaning up after Edward. Oh! I want his nickname to be Ed now, he doesn't respond well to Eddie." The small woman said, before she continued cleaning.

The fifth month

Edward was crawling all over the floor, trying to pick things up, and going near his parents feet. Trisha was packing a basket to go on a picnic with her family.

She had always wanted to go out on a picnic with her family, since Edward was born. She just never had the time. She always tried to be the perfect wife and mother so nothing would end up like her own family.

Her mother left her at a young age, and her father slept with a whole bunch of women, and sometimes even men. After they slept with her father-when she got to the age when she was just growing up, which was around 12-they would sleep with her.

That's one of the reasons how Trisha became so kind, and wonderful. When Trisha got the basket ready, she picked Ed up and got him dressed.

Once he was dressed, she made Hohenheim go get dressed. Then they all went to the park, and had a little picnic. Ed was crawling after butterflies, but not too far, and Trisha and Hohenheim, were talking and romancing each other.

Then Edward started to cry, Trisha ran to his aid, and saw that a dog bit him. Trisha picked Ed up, and took the dog to its owner.

"Mister, your dog just attacked my five month old son! What do you have to say for yourself?" Trisha yelled at the man.

"That you should watch your kid better?" The man asked, with a bored face. Then Hohenheim walked over to the man, and punched him.

"Don't you ever talk to my wife like that!" Hohenheim said, before punching him again.

"Hohenheim, please stop!" Trisha yelled. Hohenheim stopped and walked to Trisha.

"Lets take Ed to the doctor to see if that wound is infected." Hohenheim said. They took Ed to the doctor, and Trisha and Hohenheim were in the waiting room.

"Van?" Trisha asked.

"Yes?" Hohenheim asked back.

"Thank you." Trisha said, kissing her husband.

Sixth month

Trisha was on the phone, talking to Sarah. She was saying how fun and rewarding it is to be a mother, and Sarah agreed.

Hohenheim however, was feeding Edward, which was quite the task. Edward kept refusing, to see how his father reacted.

Whenever Trisha did it, she always would laugh and murmur sweet loving words. Ed didn't know how Hohenheim did it.

Hohenheim got an annoyed look on his face, which amused the small baby.

When Trisha was done on the phone, she took over, and Ed giggled. Hohenheim walked away with a smug smirk on his face. Trisha didn't know Hohenheim murmured, "Brat."

Seventh month

Ed was already trying to walk. He was grabbing onto the couch, and trying to stand, and Trisha even bought him a walker for it.

Then one day, while Hohenheim was talking to Urey, Ed crawled to him, and grabbed onto his pants to get up. Unluckily for Hohenheim, he wasn't wearing a belt.

Trisha giggled as Hohenheim walked off blushing.

Eighth month

Ed was turning one in four months. Trisha was already planning in advance, she wanted this to be the most perfect day for Ed.

Trisha sat down on the floor with a book that had a bunch of cakes in it. Then Ed crawled over.

"Hey Ed, you want a birthday cake?" Ed didn't know what she was talking about.

"Here, pick out one that you like." Trisha said putting the book in front of Ed. He still didn't understand, but he put his hand on a milk one anyway.

"Milk it is!" Trisha said, picking up her book and taking it to the kitchen. Ed wondered why she took the pretty pictures away.

Ninth month

It had been nine months since Edward was born. Trisha still couldn't believe she was a mother. Hohenheim then walked into the living room to see Edward.

He had Hohenheim's shirt on him, and the large pants were around Ed's feet. Ed was sitting on the floor giggling. Then Trisha walked in.

"Aw! Just like daddy!" Trisha squealed, taking pictures.

Tenth month

Edward was crawling in the kitchen. Then he saw matches on the floor. He didn't know what they were for, but he knew his daddy liked to light stuff up with them.

Then he saw his father's favorite pair of pants. He grabbed the match and took it over to his father's favorite pair of pants, accidentally setting them on fire.

Hohenheim walked in, and freaked out. He didn't care about the pants compared to a FIRE near his BABY!

He quickly put it out, then groaned on how his pants were destroyed, after he groaned his thoughts immediately went back to Edward. He ran to him to check to see if he was alright, then he found out that yes, he was fine.

Eleventh month

Trisha ordered a clown for Ed's birthday and that little cake. She knew that her baby would have the best first birthday ever.

Ed just sat on the couch, oblivious. Then Ed fell to the ground. Instead of crying like normal babies, he looked at the ceiling, and thought about why it was there.

Trisha ran to Edward, to protect him, but when she picked him out, he lost track of how many reasons there were for ceilings.

Twelfth month

Edward's first birthday was finally here! The clown did its dances, and jokes, the cake was delicious, and everyone had fun.

And the only reason Hohenheim encouraged Trisha to make the best party ever, was so he would get sex that night, and he finally did.

Twelfth month was short and fifth month was long, but what can I tell you, I kind of ran out of ideas!