Week One

Winry groaned as Edward massaged her shoulders while they sat on the hard benches of a train. Even though she loved her work, she hadn't wanted to go home yet. She just wanted to enjoy her honeymoon a bit longer.

"You feel tense," Ed whispered in her ear, his voice so soft it sent shivers down his wife's spine.

"Of course I feel tense, I'm not in bed with you, hot stuff," Winry joked with a smirk. Edward laughed and gently kissed her hair, wrapping his arm around her.

How nice it felt to wrap his flesh arm around his wife. Ed wanted to freeze this moment forever.

"So, what do you want to do when we finally get home?" Edward asked. "Do you want to…get into bed and continue our festivities?"

Winry let out a giggle. "I would love to, but I need to get back to work, catch up with customers and get ready to head back to Rush Valley, and you need to do your alchemy thing."

"What alchemy thing? I'm strictly a house man now," Ed joked. No longer having the ability to do alchemy had taken its toll on the man when it had first happened. He had fallen into a depression that was ended only by his brother and wife.

"Well, then you can follow me to Rush Valley with your puppy dog eyes and make all my customers melt," Winry joked.

"Puppy dog eyes?" Ed asked. "That's Al's thing." He laughed, though, hugging his wife closer to himself.

"We're home!" Ed shouted after he opened the door. Den immediately tackled the eldest Elric to the ground, Winry laughing from behind the two.

"Home sweet home," she said to herself. Pinako suddenly appeared with her signature pipe sticking out of her mouth.

"About time you two came home," the old woman said. "I thought I'd have to go to Xing to grab you and the pipsqueak myself."

"I'm not a pipsqueak anymore!" Ed shouted out from underneath the dog.

"Just get inside and unpack. I've got a stew running and you've got a lot of wedding presents to sort," Pinako said. She turned, walking back into the house.

"Wedding presents to sort?" Edward asked. He hadn't remembered there being a lot of wedding presents.

"Yeah, but I'm beat. I need a nap before I can even think about sorting things or doing anything, for that matter," Winry said. She walked into the house, collapsing on the sofa.

"Are you feeling alright, Winry?" Ed asked when he finally got Dean off of him and walked into the house. "You look kind of pale."

"I feel kind of nauseous," Winry groaned. She laid an arm over her eyes to block the lighting in the room from her vision; she was beginning to experience a headache.

"It must have been that long train ride," Edward said. "Here, I'll get you a bucket and you rest while I sort the wedding presents and write out the thank-you cards."

Winry smiled weakly. "You are the best husband ever."

Edward awoke in the early hours of the morning – something that was unusual for him. He turned over to see Winry, having been sharing a bed with his lovely wife since they had been married. This has been the first time they actually slept in Winry's bed together.

This bed had been Winry's bed for as long as he could remember. Sure, they had slept in it together with Alphonse when they were kids, but as soon as Ed had become a state alchemist and left, they hadn't seen much of each other. When he returned for the first time, they were both on the brink of puberty, and granny hadn't allowed them to sleep in the same bed together at all. She had made both Elric brothers stay in the patient room, which had upset Edward at first – mostly because he didn't know why he was being booted out there – but as he grew older, his understanding also grew.

Ed hadn't slept in Winry's bed with her since they were children, though, and it felt good to be so close to her all the time. He pressed his body against hers, smelling the scent of fruity shampoo on her hair. She groaned a little at his presence, but nothing else.

Edward laid with her until the sun began to rise. At the movements of the woman beginning to wake up, the ex-alchemist ran his hand over her body, and most importantly, his hands of her breasts. Suddenly, Winry yelped.

"What is it? What's wrong?" the golden eyed man immediately asked. He had been doing this throughout their entire honeymoon and she had definitely not objected. He wondered why this was any different.

"My nipples are sore," Winry said with a groan. "I think I might be getting my period soon. It's probably a good idea for us not to have sex until this is over." Suddenly she rushed off to the bathroom and began to vomit.

"Does your period explain that too?" Edward asked. He hadn't had much time to study up on female reproductive systems when he was growing up, so didn't know about any of it. He worried for his wife.

Winry wiped her mouth after her vomiting spell was over. "Yeah, a lot of the time it can happen," she said.[i]

"Oh, well at least there's nothing wrong with you." Ed laughed it off. Winry's blue eyes shot a cold glare at him. "Okay, jeez, how about I put on a movie for you to watch while I do your chores for the day – including calling Paninya and telling her you'll take another week off before getting back to work."

"Alright, alright," Winry said with a smile. She laughed a little as her husband walked across the bathroom, kissed her on a mouth that smelled like vomit, before walking away.

Man, was she lucky.

[i] This is a completely possible thing. My source is that it happens to me every month.