Edward didn't regret being pregnant (as strange as it was to have to come to terms with such a thing). But still, some things could be a little annoying—like how it was interfering with his sleep.

For some reason, on certain nights, he just couldn't fall asleep despite how exhausted he was. Tonight was one such night, and as he always did, Ed found himself curled up on the couch with an alchemy book. He hadn't been using alchemy, seeing as he hadn't been on any missions lately, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. Besides, Roy had tons of books he'd never read before, so there was plenty to keep him entertained.

Edward was just flipping through an encyclopedic volume looking for anything on fire (as rare as the art was, Ed was dying to learn just a little, just enough to irritate Roy a bit) when he heard a noise behind him.

He turned around to see the very man he'd just been thinking about walking up behind the couch. He'd clearly just woken up, judging from his bleary eyes and haggard tone. "Ed? What're you doin' up?"

"Couldn't sleep," Edward replied. He held the book up for Roy to see. "Thought I'd do some reading."

"Mind if I join you?" Roy asked, even as he half fell onto the couch beside Ed.

"You don't look like you want to…or can, for that matter."

"Okay, I'd rather be asleep," the man admitted. "But it feels rude to leave you alone out here."

Ed rolled his eyes, laughing slightly. "You're ridiculous."

"Says the pregnant kid." Roy had him there.

The two were silent for a moment, Edward flipping through the book somewhat more discreetly than previously, Roy trying to wake up. Eventually, the man spoke, sounding much more alert now. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Do you miss the father?"

The words pinned Ed to the couch. "Why are you so obsessed with that?"

"Because I know it happened under my watch," Roy answered, matching his testy tone. "Besides, I'm not trying to figure out who it is, so calm down. I'm just…curious. It's called being conversational, Ed."

Fair enough. And…Edward really should tell him. Maybe now, with a tired Roy…maybe that would be the best. "I don't miss him, exactly," he began, choosing his words carefully to broach the topic in a roundabout way. "I mean…he's always around, so I can't miss him. I just…" Should he admit this? What the hell, why not? "I wish we were closer," Ed whispered.

Roy took this in for a moment, absorbing. Edward kept his eyes glued to the page, pretending to be disinterested, though he knew the man probably wasn't buying it. "This wasn't just some fling, was it? You really care about this guy."

Almost against his will, Ed nodded.

He could see Roy biting the edge of his lip out of the corner of his eye. "Was it Falman?"

"What? No!"

"Fuery?"

"What the hell, Roy—"

"Please tell me it wasn't Breda. I don't want to picture that—"

"You shouldn't be picturing it at all!" Ed yelled, slapping Roy on the arm.

The man looked at him, amused. "What, I can't help it. But that rules out everyone on the team, since you already said it wasn't Havoc…"

Edward was silent, openmouthed. He should say it. He really should. He felt his face—no, his body heat up, and not in the pleasant way. "Is it hot in here to you?" he asked suddenly.

Roy looked at him oddly. "Not really."

Disgruntled, Ed huffed and pulled his shirt off, fanning himself with it. Beside him, Roy laughed. "You know, if you're always this eager to strip, it's no surprise you got pregnant."

Edward just stared at the man. "That's pretty harsh. You know, I was thinking you would be in a good mood, and maybe I would tell you—"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Tell me."

Ed just sat there, silent. If Roy was going to make underhanded comments like that… "Nope, I don't think I will."

"Oh, come on—"

"Actually, there's something else I wanted to ask you about," Edward interrupted. "I'm at two months now, which means it's been that long since we blew the barracks up…aren't they repaired yet?"

Roy knew Ed was just trying to distract him…but it worked. "Yes," he said slowly, trying to figure out how he could work this out. To be honest, he didn't want the boy to move out. Something about his presence in the house was…wonderful.

He watched Edward carefully as the blonde fiddled with the book he'd been reading, now discarded to the side. "Well…in that case, I guess me and Al can leave tomorrow…"

Roy ran through his options and decided he had only one. "You don't have to go," he murmured, hoping he didn't sound too creepy. "I know I complained a lot at first, but I really don't mind having you here. Actually…it's kind of nice. And besides, you don't seriously think I could let you go back to the barracks with a baby in tow, do you?"

He was shocked by how much Ed lit up, even though he could tell the boy was trying to hide it. "Really?" he asked, eyes glowing.

Roy smiled, scooted just a little closer. "Of course. You can stay here for as long as you want, I don't mind. And of course that goes for Alphonse as well."

Edward placed a hand on his stomach, rubbing absently. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "To be honest, that's one thing I was worried about, being pregnant in a place like that…thank you!" he repeated, giving Roy a quick, surprising hug before backing off.

And maybe it was just him, but the boy's face seemed a little pink.

Roy grinned once more, standing up and pulling a confused Ed with him. "Come on. It's late, you should really get to bed."

The blonde nodded, leading the way down the hall. Just before his door closed, Roy heard a whispered, "Good night."

It was surprising, how intimate those two words sounded. Unable to stop thinking about them, it was a long time before he could get back to bed.

Fun fact about me that you didn't need to know: depending upon how close I am to a person, I will tell them good night in different ways. That kind of inspired the last little bit there.

Hope you like it~