Whatever Winry Wants
Alphonse's cheeks warmed. "You want me to what?" he yelped.
Edie scowled at him. "You heard me the first time," she said, folding her arms, her own face scarlet. Next to her, Winry was only slightly flushed.
"Al, please?"
"But," he sputtered, "you want me to," he waved a hand at Winry's body, "with you?"
"No!" Edie snapped, half-leaning in front of her wife.
"Edie," Winry put her hand on Edie's shoulder, gently moving her back. "This is Al, remember? Your brother?" She tilted her head and whispered into Edie's ear, something about how unattractive jealousy was, if Alphonse had to make a guess, and Edie blustered and blew but settled down, anyway. "We talked it over, Al, and we both want a baby. But," Winry gave him a lopsided smile, "we need someone to supply the sperm."
"And since you're my brother," Edie said, "we'd have a baby that has both Winry's and my genetics."
"And you'd be okay with donating, right?"
There it was, that hopeful gleam in Winry's eye, the look that hid the determination oh-so-well. Alphonse blew out his cheeks, looking between the two women. "You've thought this over, right? You know what this means?"
"Of course we know what it means!" Edie growled, then, just like that, her anger blew over. "We've been talking about it for months, Al. Whether we should…if the time was right, how it's going to change us." Winry took her hand, and Edie relaxed that much more.
"So, Al, will you?" Winry asked.
They gazed at him, perfectly matched in their breathless waiting. Alphonse knew he couldn't deny them. "Yeah, okay," he said, "but you have to supply the dirty books!"
Edie gaped, but Winry's smile warned Alphonse she'd expected something similar. "Don't worry," she said, "we'll borrow Granny's."
