After a nice honeymoon, you'd think it would almost feel strange to come back home and sleep in your own bed. Edward, especially, hadn't thought being back in their own bed would feel so natural—after all, for him, Roy was the only requirement for a good night's sleep. And yet when he woke up on that first morning, nose pressed into the hollow where his husband's neck and shoulders met, Ed felt a distinct rightness, a peace that he hadn't even noticed missing on their honeymoon. It was in the way the sheets, still rumpled from before they had left (they hardly ever bothered making the bed), had a lingering home smell; that smell that Edward didn't think about until he had missed it for a while, the perfect mix of him and Roy. It was in the way that their mattress and pillows were a little lumpy, a little uneven from conforming to their specific shapes time and time again. It was the particular angle of the early morning sunlight waking Ed too, too early came in through their window blinds.

It wasn't often either he or Roy actually wanted to get up out of bed, but on this particular morning, Edward might have hit anyone who tried to make him move. Luckily, they both had a day to relax before returning to work, so the chances of having to untangle himself from blankets and limbs were minimal.

Or so Ed thought.

He ignored the first knock on the door. And the second, and even the third and fourth and fifth, though by that point he was rather irritated and Roy had also cracked open an eye to see what was going on. What Edward couldn't ignore was the soft thump of something dropping to the ground.

A package.

Roy's hold on him tightened—the man knew him well enough to know exactly what Ed was thinking. "Don't you dare," his husband mumbled, not quite entirely awake. "I'm comfortable."

But curiosity was a powerful force and so, inwardly cursing his inquisitiveness, Edward kissed the tip of Roy's nose and slid out of his embrace. As Roy groaned, struggling to push himself upright with tired arms, Ed stumbled down the hallway and through their living room to the front door. It took him a couple of tries, blurry-eyed as he was, to open the lock, but he got it eventually, and picked up the box lying in wait for him.

He loved packages.

A little more alert, now, Edward headed back to the bedroom and crawled back into bed, sitting next to Roy, who was waiting for him. They'd done this before—their house was one of the first stops on their postman's route, and so early morning opening was a bit of a ritual for them. Impatient, Ed snuggled into his husband's side and attacked the box, ripping and even biting at the tape, not willing to get up again in search of scissors. Eventually he managed to pry the top open, and Edward lifted the flaps to reveal a manila envelope positively stuffed with something or another, on top of which sat a hand written note. Roy picked it up, and read aloud:

"Congrats again on the wedding, you two. You're quite the couple

and it's nice to see two people so happy together (you'd be surprised

how many couples are faking smiles on their wedding day!), so I went

ahead and rushed the developing of these. You'd better love me for this—

I skipped over a few people to make sure these were done for you by the time

you came back! Call me soft.

All the best,

Troy."

Though it probably wasn't the appropriate response, Ed couldn't help but laugh. "Kinda funny that he finds two messed up people so inspiring, isn't it? Still, it was nice of him to get the photos done so fast."

Roy grinned, picking up the envelope. "Well, we can thank him later—let's take a look, shall we?"

Well, it wasn't like Edward was going to refuse.

The first picture was one of Roy's single shots. Ed, of course, always found his husband painfully attractive, but this photo took his breath away. The path to their version of an altar was lit up behind Roy, and he was standing sideways, halfway looking at it with a wistful, eager expression. It looked as though it had been taken just before Roy had left for the gazebo, and the photo was so full of emotion it almost breathed.

Wordlessly, they continued to flip through. Soon they reached Edward's singles, and he was rewarded with a gasp from Roy. It was actually a photo Ed had been less than sure about taking, but the results were undeniably satisfying. He was seated on the ground, looking up at the camera as though he had just been caught smiling at an entertaining though. One leg was tucked underneath him and the other was lifted, allowing his dress to hike up and his garter to show without revealing anything too scandalous. Illuminated in a soft glow, Edward looked excited. Expectant.

"They're really, really good at what they do," Roy murmured, shuffling the stack to see the rest of Ed's single shots. He nodded, leaning slightly to see the pictures in his husband's hand all the better.

The next photos were like a flip book—if you put them all together, it would play out the ceremony. First was Roy, evidently just before Edward came down the aisle, impatience drawing his eyebrows together. Then Ed was shown, stepping forward in his dress, smiling so hard you might have thought it was edited in. Then they were both standing at the altar, impatience subtle in their grins as they waited for the moment they could kiss and seal the deal. And the kiss! As magical as it had felt to Edward in when it had finally happened, it looked just as perfect in photo, with his arms wrapped tightly around Roy and ecstasy written all over both of their faces—or at least, the parts that were visible. And then, like everything in their lives hadn't just come together perfectly, they were walking back down the aisle together, everyone in the seats around them standing and clapping and causing flashes as they began to take their own frantic photos.

They were just a few pictures (well, more than a few—Troy had been incredibly thorough), but they were executed in such a way that Ed genuinely felt as though he were reliving his wedding; it made emotion rise up in his throat, and he couldn't speak as he moved to continue onto the reception photos.

The first one was their entrance, which admittedly focused less on Ed and Roy than on the spectacular setting they had procured—and Edward wouldn't have had it any way. It captured the moment well enough, and also documented the beauty of the room that had been put together for them. Then there was the first dance, and Ed was almost embarrassed by how blissed-out he looked. Of course, Roy's expression was similar, so at least he wasn't the only one, but even so… Following that were various shots of people giving toasts and Edward and Roy's reactions, which ranged from teary-eyes to guffawing. More dance shots, the cake cutting—Ed laughed, at that, he seemed so cautious—everything was covered. It gave him a strange sense of déjà vu, looking through these photos, even though it (realistically) hadn't been that long since he'd lived through them.

"So," Roy began, clearing his throat as he set the stack down, "how do you feel, being married, huh?"

Surprisingly, Ed didn't have to fight back much of an urge to joke in response. "I like it. It's…settled. I haven't had a real home in so long, and then other than Alphonse, I didn't have anyone before that I knew would always be there with me, you know? It's nice to have somewhere I…belong."

"Oh, Ed…" Apparently, the high emotions that had dominated their wedding night had resurfaced with the photos, because all of a sudden Roy had grabbed Edward and pulled him into a bear hug. "You've always belonged with me. Getting married was just sealing the deal."

Ed hummed, relaxing into the embrace and smiling contentedly. "So what about you? No regrets?"

"Don't even joke like that," Roy chastised. "You know I don't regret anything. But really, I enjoy it more than I thought I would. I didn't think it would be any different than before, when we just lived together, but it's definitely more satisfying than that was.

"Agreed." Edward paused, turning so that he was more comfortably reclined. It was still so early—they had a whole day ahead of them before they had to go back to work and reenter the real world tomorrow. "So, any big plans for today?"

Immediately, the mood shifted. It wouldn't have been perceptible to a guest in the house, but Ed could tell that his husband was all of a sudden just a smidgeon more guarded. "Well, I was thinking we could go to the pet store and look at some dogs."

"What? Why?" Again, Edward twisted, this time to look Roy in the eye.

"I just figured that since we're married now, the next logical step is children—not that I'm ready for that!" the man amended hurriedly, seeing Ed's face. "But it couldn't hurt to get a pet so we're used to caring for another living creature, should we decide to adopt later…"

Despite his initial reaction being shock and, let's face it, fear—after all, being responsible for another human's life was a big deal—Edward found that he wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. Little kids running around—he envisioned them at least looking a little like him or Roy, or maybe an Ishvalan orphan among the group—calling for their daddies and making mischief. The image brought a smile to Ed's face.

Kids.