Draped in Wires
by. Poisoned Scarlett
Theme 067: Never the Same
"Al called earlier," Ed shouted when Winry shut the door behind her, a few grocery bags in her arms. She walked to the kitchen and laid them on the table, blowing out a breath. "He said everything's alright in Resembool."
"What about granny?"
"Her, too!"
"Good, so the house is still in good shape?" Winry smiled and walked into the living room. Ed sat on the floor with Nicolas in between his legs, playing with the baby. "I trust Al – he wouldn't burn it down like you would!"
"Hey! I resent that!" Ed scowled over his shoulder, looking back down when Nick reached up for his hand and nearly rolled over. Winry watched Edward play with his son, such a look of gentleness on his face as the baby babbled. He only hummed in reply, as if he understood what the baby was saying, and Winry thought back to the conversation they both had; how he feared he would never be a good-enough father for his child, all of these childless fears becoming vapor as she watched him interact with his son in ways Hohenheim never had with his own sons. "Uh, hey, Winry, do we have any milk?"
"Milk? I just brought some, why?"
"Well, Riza was telling me how we'd have to ween him off soon…"
"Ed, we need formula for that, not regular milk," Winry giggled but appreciated his thoughtfulness. "I bought some of that, too. I think it's still too early, though. Let's give it another few weeks and then I'll start to ween him off breast milk."
"Alright," he nodded and smiled when Nick squealed and slapped his hand in a high five, his legs kicking enthusiastically. "Y'know, this kids pretty smart for an infant."
"Of course he is, he's my baby!" Winry giggled.
"He has my brains," Ed confidently told her.
"Of course he does, Ed," Winry rolled her eyes. "He also has your height." She laughed when he scowled up at her, a retort at the tip of his tongue, but Nick once more grabbed his attention by trying to grab hold to his shirt. It was the only reason Ed only growled to that and not gave his cheeky wife a piece of his mind.
Winry watched him for a second longer and returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
He would never be the same as his father – he would be better.