Woah, I managed to write this in what? Like two days? I'm not sure it's all a blur. Anyways, yay an exciting chapter is in store, and I finally have a solid plot line, before there were like lots of side branches, but now the story has a clear direction. Don't worry we'll get to that in a bit… Enjoy the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Louis Tichs and Oliver Cooper are my characters.
Chapter 12
"One… two…" Ed counted, he couldn't help but smile as he heard Milo's excited squeal. "Three… four… five..." His arms were braced up against the wall, and he averted his eyes into the crook of his elbow.
It was the first of February. Ed was about eight months along, and Milo had just passed the ten month mark. He was walking now, but badly. He could manage to say a few fractions of words. Mostly he stuck to various versions of 'mama' and 'dada'.
"Okay, ready or not Milo, here I come…" Ed dropped his arms and straightened up. He turned around and surveyed the area of the living room. He saw Milo peeking his head out from behind the end table that was tucked into the corner by the front door, giggling.
"Hmm… I wonder where my Little Milo is…" Ed said, raising his hand over his eyes as if looking a great distance. "Could he be here?" Ed looked behind Roy's recliner. "Hmm. Nope. Not there…"
"Mamma." A shrill little voice gurgled.
"Who said that?!" Ed asked turning around. Milo was giggling to himself again.
"Hmm… I could've sworn I heard my baby… but I guess I was mistaken…"
Milo began to crawl out of his hiding spot, as he did so, Ed saw the front door begin to open. It was like it was happening in slow motion.
Roy walked into the house, "Careful!" Ed shouted, but it was too late, he conked Milo in the head with the door. Milo started crying, holding his head. Roy let go of his things, they tumbled to the floor. He pulled the door out of the way.
He dropped to the floor immediately. "Oh my god, Milo." He pulled him into his lap, "I am so sorry baby… I didn't mean to hurt your head…"
"Daaaah," Milo screamed. He grabbed his father's shirt tightly in balled fists. "Dah..dah.." He tried to call for his daddy between choked sobs.
Roy wrapped his arm around Milo's head and kissed the top of it, gently running his fingers through his thick curls. "Shh… it's alright baby… I'm right here…" He kissed the top of his head again. "Oh I feel so awful." Roy said nuzzling Milo's head.
Ed made his way to where they sat on the floor. "This is my fault" he said standing over his husband and son. "I should've seen that coming…"
"This isn't your fault… it was just an unfortunate accident…" Roy stood up, holding Milo in his arms. Ed pushed the door shut, closing out the chilly February air.
Milo still sobbed softly, his head resting on his father's shoulder. "Do you think he's alright...? Should we take him to the hospital?"
"I think he's alright… the door didn't seem to hit him very hard…" Ed said, lifting Milo's head off of Roy's shoulder and examining where he'd been hit. "No… I think he's fine… nothing to suggest otherwise…" Ed spread his hair gently prodding the reddened area.
"Well… don't poke at him and make it worse…" Roy said.
"I'm sorry… I'm just… making sure he's alright…" Ed said with a sigh.
"What was he doing back there anyways?"
"We were playing hide and seek…"
Roy smiled at his son, who lifted his head off his shoulder and smiled back, his cheeks stained with tears, "Do you like that game Milo? It's pretty fun, huh?"
"Da!" He said excitedly. He took his hands and covered Roy's eyes.
"You want to play with me?" He asked.
"Da!" He said nodding his head, ever so slightly.
Roy put him down, "Okay..." Milo clumsily walked away to go hide.
Roy smiled watching as he ran off, "Children are seemingly indestructible…" He said chuckling. Roy wrapped his arms around Ed's waist and pulled him close so his large belly was pressed against his abdomen. "How was your day today?" He asked leaning down and pecking him on the lips. He gently rubbed Ed's lower back, "Are you still achy?"
"I'm always achy," Ed replied with a tired sigh. "My day was… slow... I've been playing hide and seek pretty much all day…"
"Sounds like a fun day…" Roy said with a smirk.
"Yeah, well… he only has like three hiding places, so after a while the game gets… repetitive…"
Roy rubbed his belly gently, "Just think, soon enough he'll have two sisters to play with…"
"You seem to forget they have a lot of growing to do before they're ready to play together…"
"Time will pass rather quickly."
"DAAAHDAAAH!" Milo squealed from his hiding place.
"You're supposed to be counting…" Ed said pushing away from him with a smile… "Now if you don't mind, I'm gonna go lay down for a nap."
"Of course…" Roy said with a smile. He covered his eyes, "Okay Milo I'm counting… one… two… three… four… five… ready or not here I come…" He heard an excited giggle resonate through the house. He set off in search of his son.
He checked the living room first, Milo wasn't there… he checked the kitchen next, not there either, he wasn't by the bathroom or the office. Confused, Roy went upstairs and checked Milo's room. He heard giggling, and then a "Shh. Sound." He opened the door to his and Ed's room, revealing Ed laying down on his back, and a large child-shaped lump between his legs.
"Hmm... Ed have you seen Milo?"
Ed shook his head, "No." He said dramatically. The lump giggled and shook.
Roy sat down at the edge of the bed, "Are you sure you haven't seen him anywhere?" Roy asked, spreading out and gently laying on top of Milo and Ed's legs.
There was more giggling, then a shrill "Daah-Daay"
Roy sat up, and yanked the covers off of Ed's legs, revealing his son who was curled up into a ball, lying on his back. The small boy giggled, "Myoh!" Milo shrieked excitedly.
Roy laughed, "Milo!" He repeated, "I found my baby Milo!" Roy started tickling his son, who squirmed between his mother's legs.
"This is adorable and all, and I do love you both but, I am so so tired…" Ed said pulling the covers towards him. "I haven't slept well in a century, so do you think you two could take this somewhere else?"
"Of course…" Roy said, smiling at his son. He stood up and kissed Ed on the forehead. He rubbed his swollen belly gently, feeling a kick beneath the palm of his hand. He chuckled, a grin spread across his face as he stared at Ed's stomach. "Soon… you'll be out soon then you can meet us…" Roy said before leaning down and kissing Ed's belly.
"Oh, that reminds me…" Ed said tiredly, his eyes heavy. "We should go to Resembool one last time before we're stuck in the house for a while…"
"Oh… well… are you sure you'll be alright…?" Roy asked unsurely.
"Yes. I'll be fine… besides, Milo needs his ten month checkup."
"Alright… well, we can go next week… I'll submit notice that I've started my paternity leave… I'll bust my ass to finish all my work this week…"
Ed nodded absently, his eyes closed. He yawned and pulled the blanket over his shoulders.
Roy pulled Milo off of the bed and carried him downstairs. Milo cupped his hands over his father's eyes. "Dada?"
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"Are you sure you have everything?" Roy asked, pulling a diaper bag over his shoulder and a holding a suitcase in his hand.
"Uhh… yeah?" Ed replied
"Well do you or don't you?"
Ed thought hard for a moment. "OH!" He went upstairs and disappeared into Milo's room. He came out, and walked down the stairs cautiously, clutching the railing and trying to peer over his massive belly. He was holding Milo's blue puppy in his free hand.
Milo squealed excitedly and toddled over to the stairs waiting for his mother. Ed gave him the puppy which he hugged to his chest tightly. He reached for his mother's hand, Ed held tightly, "Okay… now we're ready." He said with a smile. Roy led the way out to the car where Hughes sat waiting in the driver's seat.
Hughes drove them to the train station, which took a bit more time, given the location of their new house. He got out of the car helping to unload the few bags of luggage they had, "have fun guys, and make sure you tell Al and Winry I said hi, 'kay? Oh, and same goes for Oliver and Louis…"
"Of course" Roy replied. Ed nodded his head. Roy, weighed down with luggage, and Ed clutching Milo's small hand tightly, they entered the station and boarded their train.
During the duration of the train ride, it had been both Ed and Roy's hope that Milo would fall asleep, but he did not. Instead he stayed wide awake the entire train ride. He sat staring out the window in Roy's lap. "Brr!" He would say excitedly pointing each time a bird fluttered past the window.
"Yes, Milo, bird." Roy would reply tiredly.
"Trrh," he said, pointing again.
"Mmhm… tree…" Came Roy's unenthusiastic reply.
Milo continued to gurgle and point every time he saw something he knew the name of.
Roy sighed, glancing at Ed who had his head back and his eyes closed. Both of his hands rested on his swollen belly. "Why are you staring?" He asked, eyes still closed.
"No reason… you just, look so peaceful… and rested… you don't seemas worn down…"
"Envious?" Ed asked, a small smile crept across his lips, his eyes fluttered open.
"A little, mostly relieved… have you been feeling better as of recent?"
"Yes… the nausea has subsided… but my back kills me and my hips ache, and my feet throb…" Ed sighed.
"Oliver's medication not doing anything for you?"
Ed shook his head, "No… it makes the pain go away for a while, but then it always comes back with a vengeance…
Roy placed his hand on Ed's belly, "Soon enough it's all going be over."
"Only so I can go through it again…" Ed said with a sneer.
"Oh come off it, you love being 'mommy'… you're excited for more children, Winry and Al told me you want a big family…"
"Undoubtedly," Ed replied nonchalantly, "but to gain that family, what I have to go through, really sucks…" he sighed.
"Well… thanks… for your suffrage and sacrifice…" Roy said taking his hand and kissing each of knuckles. He nipped the wedding band that rested on his ring finger. Ed blushed and pulled his hand away, resting it on his large belly.
A smirk appeared on Roy's lips, he shook his head chuckling, "this time it's been better though right?"
Ed nodded, "yeah… I had a good first two trimesters… it's only the third that's really sucked…"
"It's the home stretch…" Roy replied, "The appointment is in three weeks."
Ed nodded and sighed, feeling a knot form in the center of his abdomen. The butterflies surged in his stomach. He must've made a face because Roy cooed affectionately, "I'm sorry, put it out of your head."
Roy wrapped an arm around his husband's shoulders, comfortingly. Ed leaned into him, resting his head on his shoulder. He closed his eyes.
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When they arrived in Resembool, they found Oliver and Louis waiting for them. Al and Winry had called ahead of time to inform them, that for whatever reason they weren't able to leave the house and pick them up and they were sending Louis and Oliver in their stead.
Ed held Milo and Roy followed behind with their things.
As they got off the train Oliver bounced excitedly next to a smiling Louis. He happily wrapped his arms around Ed and Milo. "You're enormous! Look at you!" He said to Ed staring at his belly.
"Thanks…" Ed replied flatly.
"No… I didn't mean it like tha— you're glowing!"
"Absolutely radiant…" Louis added, while hugging Ed. "Now Roy on the other hand…"
"Dead on his feet…" Oliver finished for him
"Wow thanks guys," Roy said annoyed.
"You probably shouldn't hold Milo…" Oliver said, eyeing the baby and Ed's large belly.
"Huh… why not?"
"Well… he's pretty big… pretty heavy, and you're what, eight months along now…?"
Dropping their things to the ground, Roy pulled Milo from Ed's arms, "Good to know…" he said
In turn, Oliver gently tugged Milo from Roy's arms. "How is my favorite little nephew?" Louis leaned over Oliver's shoulder smiling at Milo.
"So big now… and those curls are even bigger!" Louis said tickling Milo's neck.
"Dahdah!" Milo said turning his head to look at Roy.
"Woah, he really is talking!" Oliver said excitedly.
"How incredible, he's… so young…" Louis said.
Ed nodded rubbing his lower back, then his neck. "Sorry to interrupt, but do you think we could get going? My feet are sore… and I'm just really… uncomfortable…
"Oh, of course… You'll be happy to know that we got a new car!"
"In Resembool?"
"Yes, we like to drive out a ways to conduct experiments, and do various research on other regions nearby…"
"But, we knew since you're so pregnant that you wouldn't want to walk…"
"Good guess," Ed said cheerily, they walked to the car that was parked beside the dirt road (which was more like a path).
They put the luggage in the trunk and then Roy and Ed slipped into the back seat while Oliver buckled Milo in beside them.
"Can I have the keys?" Oliver asked.
"I'm driving." Louis declared.
"You never let me drive…" Oliver whined.
"That's because it's scary when you drive."
"It is not."
"Well I don't want to test that theory with a baby in the car…" Louis said while walking around to the driver's side. With an irritated huff Oliver closed the door, then climbed in the passenger seat.
Louis drove to Winry and Al's house. They all got out of the car and Ed went around to the other side to get Milo out. As he was about to lift him out of the car seat, Roy carefully shoved him aside and picked him up out of the seat before placing him on the ground. Ed glared at him, which Roy ignored
"Daahdee" Milo shrieked, then blew spit bubbles. He grabbed hold of his father's pant leg. Roy pulled his small hand from his leg and moved to the trunk to get their things.
They walked to the front door, Ed opened it and stumbled in with Milo clutching to his leg. Al stood up in his seat, Trisha looked up from her coloring.
"Welcome home!" Al said with a smile.
"Unclessss!" Trisha squealed excitedly. "Milo!" She squealed again. She ran to where her baby cousin stood holding onto his mother. She tugged on his hand gently, "Milo less play!" She said, "color?" She asked leading him over to the coffee table where she had various crayons and paper.
She put a purple crayon in his hand and a piece of paper down in front of him. He stared curiously at his cousin, then the crayon. She pushed the crayon gently onto the paper and Milo began to understand. He moved the crayon crazily across the paper, making purple scribbles. "Maahmaa!"
Ed waddled over, and peered at his son's drawing over his huge belly. "Oh… yes, very nice Milo, very beautiful…"
Winry walked into the house from a separate room they had made into a garage for her. She was wiping her hands on a towel, she lit up when she saw Ed, "Oh my god! Look at you! Are you excited? I mean, wow, two more babies…"
"Hope we didn't bite off a bit more than we can chew this time…" Ed said with a sigh.
"Oh, you'll be fine, you'll adjust to having three kids…" Winry said waving her hand dismissively.
"Can we stop talking about this now…?" Ed asked with a sigh while pushing on his lower back, trying to relieve the pain.
"Has your back been bothering you?" Oliver asked watching Ed.
"Yeah…" He grumbled, "I use your medication, but when the effects ware off I just feel even worse…"
"How about you stop by tomorrow and we can try some new concoctions?"
"Uhh sure." Ed said sitting down parallel to the coffee table. He leaned back into the cushions rubbing his large belly absently, while watching Trisha and Milo color.
They all sat around talking, catching up with each other, just visiting. Into the later hours of the night after Ed had disappeared upstairs with Milo, and Winry with Trisha; Louis and Oliver decided to go home.
Louis pulled the keys out of his pocket and offered them to Oliver. A huge grin spread across his face as he tugged them out of his hand and pulled himself up to kiss Louis.
They broke apart, "my only stipulation is that you wear your glasses…" Louis said with a kind smile.
"Okay!" Oliver said excitedly, leading Louis out the door.
Roy retired to bed while Al locked up the house. He walked upstairs into the usual room they slept in when staying with Al and Winry. Ed laid on the bed, spread out, Milo used his arm as a pillow. Roy gently maneuvered around his sleeping husband and son and laid down beside Ed. Ed curled into him ever so slightly, "ooh… did Oliver and Louis…go… home?" He asked mumbling, barely awake.
Roy kissed him on the cheek, wrapping an arm around his chest, "shh. Goodnight…" Ed didn't reply, he was already back asleep.
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Roy woke up when he heard Ed groaning beside him. Milo gurgled contently, sitting between the two of his parents. Gently he rubbed his mom's tummy, patting it gently as he had seen his father do so many times before. Ed squirmed uncomfortably, grunting in pain. His face was covered in a layer of sweat.
Roy sat up completely alert. "Ed?" Ed opened his eyes ever so slightly to peer at Roy.
"Call… Oliver," he groaned loudly.
Roy rolled out of bed and ran down the stairs practically three at a time. He pulled the phone off the hook in the kitchen and dialed Oliver's number. It was early morning, around four. Roy really hoped they picked up.
It kept ringing and ringing until finally there was click. An unamused Louis answered groggily, "what?"
"It's Ed… we need Oliver right away… there's something wrong…"
"We'll be there in five minutes." Louis said, then he hung up the phone.
Roy unlocked the door so they could get in and get to Ed as quickly as possible. He rushed back upstairs to his husband and son. "Ed what hurts?" Roy asked grabbing onto his hand and holding tightly.
"Everything…" He groaned arching his back.
"How long have you been up in pain for?"
"A few hours? …But just recently—" He groaned loudly, "it became unbearable…" he grimaced. Milo rested his head on Ed's belly. His head was pressed up against Ed's navel.
"Milo baby… come here…" Roy said reaching for their son.
"L-leave him…" Ed said with a groan "…he's comforting me…"
Roy sat back down. He felt distressed knowing there was nothing he could do to help his husband who was clearly in anguish.
The bedroom door opened and Oliver rushed in, Louis behind him. "Roy please hold Milo…"
Roy pulled his son off of Ed, he fussed, whimpering, "mmaammaah!" He cried loudly. "Mahmee," he cried again.
Oliver watched Ed writhing in pain, "Oh my god… he's in labor."
"What?!" Roy asked, completely terrified.
"No…" Ed groaned, "No, no…n—o…" He whimpered, his eyes pooling with tears. "Are the babies gonna be alright? Am I gonna be alright…?"
Roy kissed his knuckles gently, "You're gonna be fine Ed… Our babies are gonna be fine…"
Winry entered the room, "What's going on?" She asked, sounding irritated.
"Ed's going into labor…" Roy replied, frantically, "Could you please take Milo and entertain him?"
Without a word Winry took Milo and headed downstairs.
"Okay, Ed… this wasn't supposed to happen… that's why you scheduled your C-section a month early. Now, I'm going to perform an emergency C-section…"
"I thought you said you didn't know how?!" He panted frantically.
"Of course I know how… I've just never actually done it before… don't worry though, you already have a scar, I'll follow the marks, and we'll get those babies out no problem," he said.
Roy squeezed Ed's hand tighter as Oliver opened his bag, taking out a scalpel.
"Don't look… either of you…" Louis said slipping on a pair of gloves.
Ed stared at Roy, squirming uncomfortably. There was a flash of green light and Oliver held some herbs in hands. "Ed, open your mouth…" He did so, "Suck on these…" He placed the ground up herbs between his lips and teeth.
Ed did as he was told. As he lay there sucking on the herbs, his body went numb, his eyes were droopy with sleep. The last thing he saw before falling asleep was Roy's concerned face. "Roy… keep them… safe…" he mumbled, unsure whether he heard him or not.
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Ed ended up sleeping the rest of the day and woke up very early the next morning when he heard shrill crying. There was a loud yawn and then a "Shh…" Ed tried to push himself up. He grimaced in pain, placing his hand over his now flat stomach.
"R-Roy?" He asked looking around the dark room.
"You're up…" Roy said switching on a lamp. He held a bundled baby in his arms.
Ed's breath caught in his throat. "Are they… Did both of them…?" He couldn't bring himself to actually speak the words.
"Both of the girls are fine."
"That's a relief" Ed sighed happily, "So they really were both girls?"
"Yeah…" Roy replied moving towards where Ed laid. He placed the little girl in his arms.
"So is this… Louisa?" He asked staring at the small baby he held against his chest.
"I was waiting for you to wake up before naming them… But, yes, she can be Louisa if you'd like."
Ed still stared down at her. She blinked slowly, bright blue eyes peered at him sleepily, Her skin was pale and she had rosy cheeks. Her head was covered in thick jet black hair. "I told you… I told you she was going to look like you…"
Roy chuckled and shook his head, "you were right…"
"So is… is the other baby girl…"
"Oliver?"
"Yes… does Oliver look the same?"
"Yeah, they're identical…"
"Can I see her?" Ed asked
"Well… she's sleeping in the crib… I don't want to wake her."
Ed still kept his eyes locked on Louisa. "Hi Lulu… he cooed… I'm your mommy… it's nice to finally meet you face to face… I want to meet your sister Oliver too, but she's sleeping…" Ed smiled down at his daughter, "Oh, I'm so relieved to have both of you... finally have you out…"
Louisa's gaze was fixed on her mother, she stared at Ed until her eyes finally shut, she was asleep once again. He placed her in Roy's arms and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He held onto the headboard for support, pulling himself up.
"Hey… stay resting, don't push yourself…" Roy said trying to push Ed back onto the bed.
"Stop." He snapped, "I'm fine… I want to see my other daughter, whom I carried around for nine months, don't you try and stop me…"
Roy sighed, "Stubborn as ever…" he held out his arm for Ed to take and he helped him to walk to the crib. Oliver slept ungracefully. Her mouth hung open and her arms were up on either side of her head.
Roy placed Louisa down in the crib next to her. He chuckled ever so quietly, "Y'know, Oliver may look like me… but you can tell she's your daughter when she sleeps…"
Ed blushed, "S-shut up…"
Roy smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist pulling him close, "You did good…" he placed a kiss on his temple and rubbed his shoulder gently.
"Where's Milo?" Ed asked, looking up at his husband.
"He's sleeping with Trish…"
Ed nodded his head, "… what does he think of the girls…?"
"He loves them… wants to sleep with them and play, and snuggle them… he doesn't understand they're too little and fragile…"
"Yeah?" Ed asked with a smile.
"Yeah…" Roy replied, "He was so amazed that they're what came of you…"
Ed chuckled, "so am I…"
They were both silent, watching their daughters sleeping. "Is Oliver still here?" Ed finally asked, "I have some questions for him…"
"Oh yeah… he and Louis were… or are sleeping on the couch…"
"How long was I out for?"
"A day…"
"A day?" Ed asked surprised.
"Yeah, you were completely knocked out… Oliver overdid it a bit… but rather he overdid the dosage than underdo it…"
Ed nodded in agreement, "Yeah…" he leaned into Roy, "Can you believe it? I mean… they're both… they're both…" Ed teared up a bit. "There were so many nightmares… so much anxiety… I didn't think I could…"
"But you did." Roy said with a smile, "They're both perfectly healthy." Tears dripped down Ed's face as he buried his head in Roy's chest. He wrapped his arms around Ed holding him close. He ran his fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. Ed grabbed onto Roy's hips.
"I love you, you know…" Roy whispered, kissing his head again.
"Love you too…" Ed replied.
Roy scooped him up in his arms ever so gently and placed him on the bed. He laid down next to him, wrapping his arms around his chest. Roy kissed his neck and collarbone. He smiled and closed his eyes resting his head on Ed's shoulder.
While Roy drifted off to sleep Ed remained awake, lying there waiting for the girls to wake up, or for Milo to wake up… There was a very quiet sort of noise coming from the crib. Ed pulled himself out of Roy's arms and stood peering at the girls who were both awake.
Ed reached in and picked up Oliver. He smiled at her, she had the same dark hair, the same blue eyes, and the same rosy cheeks. He scooped Louisa up in his other arm. The door was already open a crack so Ed pushed it open the rest of the way with his hip.
He heard conversation downstairs. He very carefully made his way down the stairs holding one of his daughters in each arm.
"Brother! You're finally awake…" Al said with a smile. He saw the babies in his arms, and his smile grew wider. Everyone else turned to look at him.
"Ma- Mahma!" Milo squealed toddling over to the end of the stairs, waiting for his mother to descend.
"Hi baby…" he said smiling. Milo giggled excitedly as his mother walked around to the other side of the couch. He sat down between Louis and Oliver.
They stared at the babies in his arms, "All your children are going to look like Roy…" Oliver said.
"Don't say that!" Ed whined, "Just one… I just want one of them to be blonde…" Milo tugged on Ed's arm trying to catch his attention, he was unintentionally shaking Oliver and Louisa. "Baby stop…" Ed said looking at Milo, "You're gonna wake your sisters…"
"Sisses?" He asked.
Ed nodded, "Your sisters…"
"Speaking of which," Winry said from the arm of the chair Al was sitting in, "What are you going to name them?"
"Oh… we'd already decided on their names before they were born…"
"Really? What are they?" Al asked looking at his nieces in his brother's arms.
"Oliver and Louisa…" Ed said a blush spreading across his face.
"They're named for us?" Oliver asked, sounding astounded.
"Yeah." Ed replied with a smile.
"… So… which one is which…?" Louis asked eyeing both of the children. "The girl in the blue is Louisa… and the one in yellow is Oliver…"
"Oh… my little nieces Oliver and Louisa…" Oliver cooed affectionately, "Can I hold one of them?" he asked.
"Please..." Ed said, leaning to his right so Oliver could grab one of the girls. The one closest to him turned out to be Oliver
He reached for her holding her close… "Little Ollie… can I call her that?"
"Of course… that was the nickname we'd picked for her…" Ed said. "Do you want to hold Louisa, Louis?"
His face flushed, "Uhh, yes…" He cleared his throat, "please…" he added, while carefully taking Louisa in his arms… "I'm gonna guess she'll be called Lulu?"
Ed nodded. Smiling at the two of them. Milo eagerly tried crawling into his mother's lap. Ed pulled him holding him close. He ran his fingers through his curls. Milo tried to peer at his sisters, without making it obvious.
"Wanna see your sister Milo?" Louis asked holding out Lulu so he could see.
Milo pointed at her, "Sisser!"
Ed smiled and kissed the top of his head.
"So I guess you better call and cancel that C-section…" Winry said giggling.
"Yeah… I guess I'd better…" Ed said with a smile glancing between his daughters and his son.
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So what do you think? I really wanted the birth to be drastically different than Milo's, so that's exactly what I did! Little Lulu and Ollie, finally. Tell me what you thought of this chapter. And keep reading! Thanks for your support, I love you all, see you next chapter!