Edward sighed, content, splayed out across the couch. Off days were just so…relaxing. Actually, everything seemed pretty calm lately; so long as he wasn't being pressured by the fact that he was still hiding his pregnancy from everyone, Ed was constantly…peaceful. It wasn't a word that he got to apply to himself often, but it was true. He was just…always happy.

Smiling softly, he brought a hand to rest on his stomach, which had become rather obvious as Ed neared the end of month five. Rubbing absentmindedly, Edward reminded himself that it didn't matter right then; he was safe at home. Al was out (not that he would have been embarrassed by Alphonse seeing), and so it was just Roy with him. And of course, the man had seen his growing baby bump plenty of times.

He sipped at his drink, only to make a face. Water, tasteless on the best of days, just wasn't what he wanted right then. Actually, what he wanted was…

No. He couldn't even think it. Ed knew he was supposed to have cravings, but this was ridiculous. No one should have cravings that…insane.

As luck would have it, Roy walked in just then. The man laughed at Edward's expression. "What's that look for?"

"I don't want water," Ed pouted.

"Well then, what? I have some juice, some lemonade, I think, some hot chocolate—though it's a little warm for that…"

"No," Edward sighed. "None of that sounds good."

Roy rolled his eyes and leaned against the door frame. "Then what does? C'mon now, I know you're supposed to have cravings, it can't be that bad…"

A tense pause. "Milk," Ed finally admitted, half spitting the word.

"Are you serious?" Roy asked, snorting lightly. "You hate milk."

"I know!" Edward snapped. "Just…ugh. Yes. I want some milk. Fucking cravings."

"It kind of makes sense…after all, you never drink milk, but the baby doesn't care. It just wants the calcium." The man, still laughing, disappeared back into the kitchen to get the requested drink.

Ed settled himself back against the couch cushions, immediately bouncing back into an upright position as his back connected. No—now he was hot. He scowled, and stripped off his shirt. Much better.

Fanning himself with the material, he once again brought a hand to his baby bump, rubbing gently and humming a pointless tune—

Edward stopped fanning and looked at his stomach. No way…he couldn't have just—

There it was again! Not a kick or anything so sharp, but a vague little pushing, a fluttering feeling, both inside him and against his hand. Ed could hardly breathe, he was so excited. His baby was moving!

"Roy!" Edward called out eagerly, a smile growing on his face as he continued to focus on the tiny feelings inside of him. "Roy, come quickly!"

The man came barreling into the room—oops. Evidently he thought something was wrong. "What? Is everything okay!?"

Still grinning, still rubbing his stomach, Ed looked up at him. "My baby's moving!" he announced.

Immediately, Roy dropped to his knees in front of Edward, looking at his bump for a moment before touching Ed lightly. Giggling—he couldn't help it—he pressed his hand against Roy's, urging the man not to hesitate. He was never going to feel something so slight if he was so hesitant. The man jumped a little, smiling in shock when he felt a movement, and then pressed his cheek against Edward's stomach.

Ed blushed, but didn't make a move to stop him. It wasn't like he minded Roy being so close…to be honest, having the man so thrilled about his baby made his heart skip a beat.

Placing his hand next to Roy's face, he focused in once more on his baby moving around, ever so gently inside him.

Roy couldn't believe what he was feeling. He hadn't thought before pressing his cheek to Ed's stomach, and now…now he could feel the almost unnoticeable shift of the baby moving. It was incredible; of course, he knew the boy was pregnant, but still…this impossible proof was something else.

He could have sat there all day, just resting on the blonde's bump like a pillow.

But something in Edward's breathing (which, he realized, he could also feel) made him remove his face, keeping a hand on the boy's stomach, to look up at Ed.

And the sight nearly took Roy's breath away.

The blonde was positively beaming, looking as though his cheeks might burst. Eyes bright, locked onto his stomach, where his hand rested so close to Roy's own. It was true, what they said about pregnant women (or in this case, a boy); Edward glowed, seemed to radiate light and happiness, and he didn't seem to have a problem pulling Roy in.

But what really got him were the tears, the slight shaking that came with the onslaught of a happy crying jag. Fat tears, gathering at the corner's of Ed's eyes and trailing down lightly tinged pink cheeks…

Every single questionable thought Roy had had in the past several months clicked together. The boy was adorable, so caring, so strong, and being pregnant had somehow managed to bring out the best in him. Of course Roy was attracted to him. Really, wasn't it stranger that no one else realized these things about Ed?

It all made sense, all the times he had dreampt about the blonde "stretching" himself, every time he had wanted to hug the boy, the warm feeling he got when he did, the desire to make him realize that everything would be okay…the need to make him smile…

Oh, Roy loved Edward.

And so he couldn't help what he did next. Staring at Ed staring at his stomach, Roy pushed himself up, careful to avoid putting weight on the boy's baby bump. Further, further, and Ed still was too enraptured to notice, until…

Their lips connected.

I have been waiting to write this chapter for forever. Very exciting (and also quite possibly the most sappy, dramatic kiss I have ever written, and that's saying something). Hope you guys like it!