It's been a while since I updated on this, and it took me a long time to finish this. Like...a year, I think. I got lazy at the end, but please R&R
First month.
Trisha sighed. It was hard work giving birth, and now she had two kids to take care of. She had one that was turning two soon, and a newborn. She couldn't wait to get this over with.
First of all, she was already sick of diapers. Then, she didn't want two in diapers. She was also the only boobie bar in the house, so she had to get up to feed Alphonse. Though, Hohenheim would have to take care of Edward.
Trisha was sitting on the couch. She had begun to fold clothes that she had just taken down from the laundry line. Alphonse was fast asleep in a bassinet next to her, and Edward was on the floor sitting by himself.
Trisha did feel bad that Edward would not be getting as much attention as he wanted, but those things happening when you become an older sibling. Edward would have to deal with it just as any other child would.
Edward was now playing with his blocks. He was spelling words that didn't make sense to anyone but him. Trisha was glad for the silence.
As for Hohenheim, he was in his study, studying. There was nothing much to do around the house anymore. Especially since there were infants in the house, so it wasn't like they could really go anywhere.
Sarah had offered to babysit Edward and Alphonse anytime that they wanted so they could have free time. Though, Trisha said she wouldn't be ready to leave her babies for a long time.
She was hardly ready to leave Edward, let alone the new addition to the Elric family, Alphonse.
Alphonse was such a sweet baby. His little brown hair had grown in the past month, and Trisha would need to trim it down some. He also had Trisha's eyes. She was glad to get a child that looked like her as Hohenheim did.
"Mama, play car!" Edward shouted. He loved playing with his toy cars, though he always made so much noise when doing so. And the mother had just gotten her youngest to sleep.
"Sorry, Edward, you can't play with your cars. Your baby brother is sleeping," Trisha said. Edward pouted a bit.
Trisha then put down her laundry, and scooped Edward into her arms. She sat him in the playpen nearby, and made sure all the toys were away from him before putting his blanket in the playpen.
"Nap-time," She said. She didn't want him to wake Al, and he would be growing drowsy soon. It was almost his nap-time, anyway.
The boy didn't go to sleep so easily. He grabbed onto the rails of the playpen, and stood with them. He whined quietly until Trisha finally took him out.
She placed him on her lap and smiled. "Edward, will you please take a nap for Mama?" she asked. The boy then shook his head.
"Oh, Edward, Mama needs to clean, and you're tired. Your brother is tired too, so please, sleep," Trisha practically begged. She began to rock him softly, and eventually she got him to sleep.
Once she placed Edward in the playpen, Alphonse started to cry. She groaned.
"Al,"
Second month.
Trisha was still breast feeding Alphonse, much to Edward's discomfort. He had just finished weaned, so it was hard for him to watch Al get fed by something Edward so desperately wanted.
Luckily, Hohenheim helped. He sat Edward in his high chair, and smiled.
"You're not going to spit at daddy, are you?" Hohenheim asked as he started to feed him. Edward turned his head away.
This made a groan come from the man. "Trisha," he whined.
"Edward, eat your baby food like a good boy, or daddy will put you in time-out," Trisha said, breast feeding Alphonse.
She had been up all night trying to get the two children to sleep at the same time. It didn't help that Hohenheim was sleeping like a log at the time.
Edward took his baby food quietly, not wanting to make his mother upset. Though, Ed wanted to prove himself to his mother. Prove that he could be good, and help her too.
Once Trisha finished feeding Alphonse, she carried the babe into the living room, placing him in his white bassinet. During the day, the bassinet was in the living room. Though, at night, it was in his and Ed's room.
Hohenheim continued to feed Edward. Though, Ed expected his mother to come and feed him now that she was done with Al.
To Ed's disappointment, she didn't come back. She stayed in the living room with Alphonse. Edward felt upset by that, and started to cry out for his mother.
Trisha walked in shortly after he started crying. "What's wrong, Ed?" she asked soothingly.
"Mama, mama, mama.." Ed whimpered. He reached up for his mother. After Trisha wiped his face with his bib, and removed it, she lifted him up.
"What's wrong , baby?" she asked again.
"I no baby. I big boy. I want Mama," Edward said quietly.
"Of course you're a big boy. Mama's got you, don't worry. Why don't you come help Mama with the laundry?" Trisha asked. Of course, the boy nodded.
"Hohenheim, please watch Al," she said. Hohenheim nodded, and walked to Al's bassinet. Trisha carried Edward outside to the clothes line. There were plenty of clothes drying up there.
Trisha had set Edward in the basket giggling lightly. "Are you a shirt, Ed?" she asked playfully. The toddler giggled with his mother.
Trisha began to take off clothes, and place them in the basket, over Edward. She did this on purpose, knowing he was in there. Though, the boy just loved it. He was giggling happily. She wouldn't leave him in there too long.
"Mama's gonna get you," Trisha said, taking Edward out. He was still giggling happily. Trisha had him walk and carried the basket of clothes herself.
Hohenheim was holding the squealing Alphonse. Of course, Al as always, loved the attention he was getting from his father. He was happy with attention he got from anyone. Alphonse was just a happy baby.
Edward walked to Hohenheim and asked, "Dada, I hold Al?"
"Oh, sweetheart, you're just a baby yourself. You're too little," Trisha answered.
Edward looked at her, his golden hues filled with tears. "Pwease?"
Trisha and Hohenheim caved. She lifted Ed up, and sat him on the couch. Hohenheim placed Alphonse in his lap, Trisha supporting Al's head, and Hohenheim supporting Al's bottom.
Basically, Alphonse was just being held very closely to Edward's lap. Though, Ed was happy.
"I gotta bwotha!" He giggled happily.
"Yes, you do. But now it's time for nap-time," Trisha said. She picked Alphonse up, and placed him back in the bassinet. Hohenheim picked Ed up and placed him in his playpen.
"Goodnight my babies," Trisha said.
Third month.
"Happy birthday to you!" Trisha, Hohenheim, Sarah, Urey, Pinako, and Winry sang together. They were all piled in the Elric kitchen, Edward in his highchair, awaiting his cake and presents.
Yes, Edward was officially two years old. He was given his own little cake, and was happy about it because, Ed slammed his face into the chocolate bastard.
Hohenheim had chuckled. Trisha sighed, though let him be in his mess for a bit. Once everyone except Alphonse was finished with cake, Trisha announced, "Ed, presents!"
She wiped him clean, and lifted him up. She took everyone to the living room to see the presents. Edward was sat on the floor next to them. Trisha allowed Ed to do them himself.
The first present was from Pinako. She said that she figured it would come in handy very soon. Trisha smiled when Edward opened it. Inside was a big blue toddler potty. Trisha thanked Pinako generously.
The next present was what Urey and Sarah got for Edward. When Edward opened it, they were toy trucks, many and many. They apologized to Trisha about if they were hard to clean up.
Winry had even got Edward something. More like she picked something and Urey and Sarah bought it. It was a big letter that was an E. Just for her Edward was what Winry said at the market.
Edward had shouted to everyone, "Thank yew!" before he was sentenced to another nap with Alphonse. Trisha placed Edward in the playpen that sat beside them, hoping he would sleep with this many people around.
Winry sat next to the playpen, playing with a toy she had brought for herself since she knew that she might get bored while Ed took his nap. The reason she wasn't take a nap was because her mother gave her shorter naps that were later in the afternoon.
Edward was fast asleep by the time everyone left. The adults had chatted most of the time about how the toddler potty would be very useful, and that she couldn't wait to get Ed out of diapers.
Trisha was rocking Alphonse in the rocking chair beside the playpen when Ed woke up. He stood in the playpen, looking at his mother.
Trisha's eyes were shut and she was humming to Alphonse, so she had not noticed Edward woken up yet.
Ed made a small grunt, and Trisha noticed. "Good afternoon, Edward," she said smiling.
Trisha placed Alphonse in his bassinet. As three month old infant, he didn't really do much. Trisha picked Edward up, and took him to his room. She began to change his diaper since it was wet.
"Alright, Ed, I have a surprise for you," Trisha said. She stood Ed on the ground, though he did not have his diaper on yet.
Trisha had Edward step into training pants. They were like underwear, though with bulk in the crotch. She was finally potty training him.
"Alright, Ed. Now, when you feel the need to go potty, we go in the potty Pinako got you," Trisha said. She led Edward to his toddler potty.
She slid down his training pants, showing him how to do it before sitting him on the toddler toilet. Ed squirmed.
"No!" He cried out. He didn't like the feel of it. It seemed almost unnatural.
"Yes, Edward, you need it," She said. Trisha let him out for the time being, and let him go play. Alphonse was awake in his bassinet now anyway.
Edward had gone to play by himself with his new cars that Trisha opened for him. Trisha walked to Al, and picked him up before going to change him.
Once Alphonse was nice and clean, she carried him to the rocking chair, then took out her breast and let Al suckle.
Once Al was done, he was placed in the bassinet, and Trisha sat back in the rocking chair. She was completely content.
"Mama?" Ed asked after he turned to her.
"Yes, Ed?" she asked. She wondered if he had to go to the restroom.
"What your milk taste like?" Ed asked quietly.
"Well, I would assume it tastes like milk," Trisha said. She knew Edward had never been a real milk drinker.
"I try?" Ed asked.
"You can have a bit of a bottle of it," Trisha said. "but then you go right back to drinking juice from your nubbies," Trisha said.
She walked out of the room, getting a bottle of her breast milk. She went back to the rocking chair, and picked Ed up.
"Here you are," she said. Trisha cradled Ed out of habit, and began to feed him the breast milk. The boy was actually back to sleep within moments of drinking it.
Trisha put the bottle in the sink, and placed Edward in his playpen. She smiled happily, and sat back in the rocking chair, contemplating on what to make for dinner.
Fourth Month.
Edward's potty training was going all right. He sometimes realized that he had to use the restroom, though sometimes didn't. He was trying to use the potty to prove that he was a good big brother.
Though, Alphonse had started crawling. The house was still baby proofed, though Trisha was not happy with having to watch two mobile babies now.
Hohenheim said he would help with watching Edward, so Trisha could watch Alphonse. Hohenheim started being in the living room more instead of his study. He loved spending time with his family, even if it took away from his work.
"Dada, I messy," Edward told his father. Hohenheim sighed. There were the occasions Edward didn't make it, so he couldn't be angry about it.
Hohenheim picked Edward up, and carried him to his bedroom. Ed was placed on the changing table before being changed into another training pant.
Trisha walked in with Alphonse. She didn't need to watch him as closely as before when he slept, so his new crib was permanently in the boys' room.
"Hohenheim just put Ed in a new diaper. It's nap time," Trisha said. Hohenheim nodded before doing so.
When Ed slept he was always placed in a diaper. So, it was no surprise to Ed when he was re-changed.
Ed was placed in his crib, Al in his. The two went to sleep fairly quickly.
Edward had also stopped waking up in the middle of the night. It was a miracle for Trisha, though Alphonse still woke up. When he did, Edward wouldn't wake up. Or if he did, he didn't let anyone notice.
Trisha laid on the couch with Hohenheim. They nuzzled up together and kissed passionately for a few moments.
"I love you Hohenheim." Trisha said.
"I love you as well, Trisha," Hohenheim replied.
Fifth month.
Alphonse was already trying to walk, though failing. He was happy the way he was all the time, and didn't even cry at night anymore. Trisha was glad of that. Though, she wanted Al out of diapers as well as she did Edward.
Ed was now completely dry and clean during the day. Though, at night he was completely un-potty-trained. Trisha wanted to get him completely dry and clean all the time.
Trisha now woke up in the night, not to feed Al, or to change Ed, but to wake him up to use the restroom. She felt as though she would never sleep completely at night again.
Sixth month.
Edward was now dry at night, though Alphonse was taking much longer.
"Alphonse, please eat," Trisha said. She was weaning him to get him to eat baby food instead of breast milk. She didn't even think Ed was on the breast for this long.
"Mama!" Al cried out. Trisha's eyes widened. It was his first word. She couldn't believe it.
"Hohenheim! First word, alert!" Trisha shouted through the house. Hohenheim ran in with the baby book and a slip of paper.
"What was it?" Hohenheim asked.
"Mama!" Trisha said smiling. She was in bliss. She hadn't even noticed Edward was grabbing her dress, demanding attention.
Seventh month.
Trisha had started to give Edward more attention. She had noticed that she had been neglecting him lately because of Alphonse's birth, though she started to pay more attention to him. Alphonse wasn't a newborn anymore.
This meant she had no more excuses.
Eighth month.
Alphonse was toddling and talking at a fast rate. Edward enjoyed playing with him. The two were very friendly towards each other.
Ninth month.
With Alphonse's first birthday fast approaching, Trisha made sure that she was prepared. She began to plan everything out.
First, she got the cake. She chose the one that Alphonse drooled on first.
Tenth month.
Trisha thought that she should start potty training Al now. She figured the earlier, the better. So she stripped Alphonse of his day diapers, and gave him training pants.
Edward was happy to see that his brother was going through the same pain he had to go through.
Unfortunately, Alphonse did not get potty trained as Trisha had thought. So back to his day diapers he went.
Trisha supposed he was just too young.
Eleventh month.
Trisha had ordered many games for Alphonse's birthday. She was going to make this the best birthday of all time.
Twelfth month.
Trisha had everything set up.
The clown, pin the tail on the donkey, a German chocolate cake. There were even streamers all through the house. Even in the bedroom, where no one would be.
Alphonse was enjoying himself. He loved the balloons there were. The clown was making children balloon animals, but Al couldn't have one to hold because the adults were afraid he would try to eat it.
"Al, have mine," Ed said, handing Alphonse his balloon dog.
The toddler took it and did bite down on it as expected. The balloon popped, and a loud cry came from Alphonse. Trisha took the deflated balloon from Alphonse.
"Sh, Al, honey, it's all right," Trisha said, lifting Al up. She looked at Edward.
"Ed, you shouldn't have done that," she said disappointingly. Everyone paid attention to the brunette toddler dressed in overalls with a green shirt, but none to the boy who felt terrible about what he had done.
Ed walked to the stairs, and crawled up them since his small body couldn't really walk on them just yet.
Alphonse was placed in his highchair, and fed some cake. Trisha walked to Ed's room, and looked at Ed.
"Edward, I'm sorry. You just shouldn't have given Al a balloon, he's too little," Trisha said.
"I sorry," Ed said quietly.
"It's alright, sweetie. Just remember for next time. Alright?" she asked.
The little one nodded, and Trisha carried him back downstairs.
What happened was my sibling was begging me for the computer, and I was tired and just wanted to go to bed, but I had to post this. So I tried to finish, and my little brother was having a temper tantrum. Well, I was not in the mood for his shit, so I just typed one or two lines for the chapters I didn't know what to do for at the precise second I was writing it.