Week 8
Ed rolled over and wrapped an arm around his wife. He began to kiss the back of her neck, slowly waking her up in the most pleasant way.
"Ed…" Winry trailed off, signaling that she was awake.
"You know, we haven't had sex in a while. I think it's time," Edward said. His kisses trailed from the back of her neck to her shoulder and then her arm. Winry brushed him off. "What?"
"I'm really not in the mood to have sex right now," Winry said.
"The baby book said you'd be more horny than usual," Ed told her.
"I think I know what I'm in the mood for better than some stupid book." Winry rolled out of bed, grabbing some clothes and walking toward the door.
"Do you wanna take a shower together?" Edward asked.
"I don't want you to see me naked," Winry told him. She then walked out of the room, leaving a confused husband behind.
Winry stared at the mirror, watching her naked body. She had begun to show, and had a small protrusion on her abdomen. Her breasts had also become swollen and her nipples had grown dark. With a grown, the woman began to dress. Her body was being ruined more and more by these babies.
"What was that all about?" Edward asked when Winry walked back into the room to get their laundry. "I've seen you naked before. We literally spent our entire honeymoon naked."
"It's different now," Winry said.
"What's different? You being pregnant?" Ed asked.
"Yes, my being pregnant is different!" Winry shouted. "My being pregnant is causing me to get fat and moody and ugly and gross!" Edward then laughed. "What?!" He walked over to her.
"You're not fat. You're showing a little, and I love that because I can see the babies. You've always been moody, and you're anything but ugly and gross. You're beautiful, and you've got a glow to you now that you're pregnant," Edward explained.
"That's not a glow, that's sweat," Winry said.
"Well, your sweat is beautiful," Ed said with a laugh. He then kissed his wife on the forehead. "I'll do the laundry, you go read."
"Actually, I need to make some automail for a client and delivery it to Rush Valley," Winry said.
"Nonononono," Edward said. "You're not doing anything automail related until these babies are born. It could be dangerous."
"Ed, making automail is completely safe. If it's not gonna hurt me, why would it hurt the babies?" Winry reasoned.
"They're smaller and more fragile," Edward said. "If you want to go to Rush Valley and oversee someone else make automail, that's fine. But you're not doing it yourself."
"Fine, then I need to make arrangements to Rush Valley and go oversee someone do it. And I need to deliver all of my parts instead of one automail piece," Winry said.
"Alright, then." Ed smirked, kissing his wife again. "You make your arrangements. I'll go with you."
"You sure?" Winry asked. "You have that assessment coming up to reinstate your license; are you sure you wouldn't rather stay here and get everything ready? Or even go to Central to get everything ready?"
"I like being with you," Edward said. "Besides, I gotta make sure no one's hitting on my woman."
"Yes, because someone would want to hit on a pregnant woman," Winry said.
"You never know, babe. There are some creeps out there."