Week Six
After the couple returned from their week-long trip to Central for doctor Rogers, Winry began to collect everything they would need at home to take care of her pregnancy. She started with an old ultrasound machine that granny Pinako had used when they were born, and then began to go through the pregnancy books Edward had been going through for the past three weeks.
"Can you believe we're going to be parents?" Edward asked when Winry was getting dressed after eating breakfast. "This is amazing. We're going to have babies!"
"My jeans are too tight!" Winry suddenly groaned and threw herself on the bed.
"Hey! Don't hurt Eddie and Edwina," Ed joked. Winry rolled her eyes.
"I seriously can't wear my pants comfortably," Winry said.
"Just wear your cargo pants. They're kind of stretchy," Edward reasoned.
"What about when we need to leave the house for an important event?" Winry asked.
"I doubt we're going anywhere important, but if you really want to wear your jeans, keep them unbuttoned and wear a long shirt to cover it," Edward told her.
"Holy shit, that's a good idea," Winry said. "Where did you come up with that?"
"I remember Gracia saying something about it when she was pregnant," Ed said, not truly paying attention to what he was saying as he continued to read the book.
"Will you put down that damn book and look at me for two seconds?" Winry asked in an upset tone. The husband immediately looked up. "Thank you."
"You're barely showing, you can only tell if you really look for it," Edward told her. "I don't know why you're having a problem with your pants."
"It's not that they don't fit, they're just getting…" Winry paused. "Snug."
"I can go up in the attic later and see if your mom had maternity clothes you could borrow," Ed suggested.
"No, I can make this work," Winry sighed. She sighed. "So, what are you reading about today? Hemorrhoids or back pain?"
"Did you actually read a little of this book?" Edward asked with a laugh. Winry shrugged. "Well, I'm actually reading a chapter on how we should pick names for the babies. It says we shouldn't call them 'it' anymore."
"Well, if you want to pick a name, go ahead," Winry said. "You pick boy names and I'll pick girl names?" she suggested.
"Sure, but get ready to be creamed when I pick out some bad ass names."
"Candice?"
"No."
"Amy?"
"Uh uh."
"Rose?"
"Hell no."
"Then what are your picks, bad ass name creator?"
"…Caleb?"
"No."
"…Adam?"
"Uh uh."
"Randall?"
"Hell no."
Edward sighed. "This is harder than it sounds."
"You're telling me," Winry said. "We should just pick the names when we figure out what gender they are. If we have two boys we can rule out girl names and if we have two girls we can rule out boy names."
"Good idea," Ed said. He kissed his wife. "I'm gonna get ice cream. You want some?"
"With pickles too."