A/N: Tried something different with this one. Didn't have too much time to dive into all the adults' characters, but I think you get the idea of where I was going. Oh, and the sister-story (aka where I put the spicier drabbles so I can keep this main story at a steady T) also updated today.
60. Dozing
Tricia and Hohenheim have a lovely home, thought Sarah. The Elrics had invited the Rockbells for dinner, and Sarah couldn't help admiring the décor. Hohenheim had quite the antiques collection; the ancient armor was in such good condition, too! The whole house seemed to have souvenirs from his travels, though how he'd found time in his young life to collect it all was beyond Sarah.
"Dear, have you seen Winry?" her husband asked, squeezing her hand.
"The children probably ran off to play after dinner," said Hohenheim. He looked over his shoulder at a spot on the wall, seemingly unconcerned.
Tricia gave her husband a small smile; the corners of her eyes drooped just enough to betray a hint of sadness. She rested a hand on his knee and turned back to the guests. "I think I heard them come back in not long ago," she said. "Shall we check upstairs?"
Sarah nodded and the women excused themselves.
"Please forgive my husband," said Tricia when they were on the stairs. "He gives Ed and Al a little too much freedom in my opinion, but they know these hills pretty well, and they wouldn't let anything happen to Winry."
"Oh, I understand," replied Sarah. "Winry knows her way around as well, and I know she's safe with your boys."
"Do you know, I actually caught the boys fighting the other day over which of them would marry Winry?" asked Tricia, and the two women shared a laugh.
At last reaching the door to the boys' room, Tricia pushed it open and peeked her head in. She pulled her hand up to stifle a chuckle and beckoned to Sarah, who joined her at the door.
All three kids were out cold, dozing on Ed's bed. Al was curled up at the head, hugging the pillow from his own bed. Next was Ed, taking up the middle of the bed with his pillow. One hand was plopped above him, and the other was on Winry's back; she was curled against his side, using him as a pillow. She stirred and sleepily punched Ed's stomach.
The two mothers shared a knowing look and backed quietly out of the room.