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Nightmares	By : Khait_Khepri Category: Fullmetal Alchemist > Het - Male/Female Views: 2624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist nor am I making money from the creation of this story. This is merely for entertainment purposes.

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
Summary: Dreams in the end.
Note: And our final chapter.
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Almond shaped amber eyes narrowed in annoyance as a brunette head with similarly shaped almond eyes of dark brown peered over her shoulder. “Whatcha reading?” asked the little boy.
“Alchemy book,” grunted the little girl.
“Can I read it?” asked the boy.
“Not ‘til I’m done with it!” snorted the little girl.
“Dad said you had to share the books, Izzy,” pouted the boy.
“Dad says a lot of things but he can’t do alchemy! Anyway, I’m gonna be a great alchemist like Mom and so I have to study now!”
“Izzy!” whined her little brother. “You know Dad used to be an alchemist.”
“So? He can’t do it now, so what’s it matter?”
“Are you two fighting again?” Edward asked, exasperated as he came into the library. There, in the middle of the floor, sat his daughter and son. Izumi had most of his features, it seemed, but carried her mother’s black hair and eye shape. He had been pleased to see his own mother’s nose show up on her, though. She was currently five and every bit as precocious as Ed had predicted. Her little brother, Maes, looked like a dark version of Alphonse at four years old, only with those persistent Xingese eyes and a slightly more rounded face. They had one more sibling, Trisha (Rowan had won that one), of two years that had turned out amazingly blonde haired and Amestrian in appearance though carried espresso-colored eyes. That one was on his hip at the moment, blinking said dark eyes at her siblings as the two in the study looked up at him guiltily. “Yeesh, you’re worse than me and your Uncle Al at that age.”
Edward, now twenty four years old, had wound up looking almost exactly like his father sans the beard and squarer jawline. All the baby fat in his face that had lingered during his teen years was long gone… but unfortunately a more sedentary lifestyle had made him develop a little bit of a gut though he didn’t mind overmuch. His hair reached down to just below the middle of his back and usually was only bound back by a strip of ribbon rather than braided like he had in his youth. He’d even taken to wearing reading glasses usually, trying to keep from destroying his eyesight on tiny text. His clothing, once striking red and black, was now usually more subdued browns, khakis, and whites… though he did submit to Rowan wanting leather pants now and again.
“Sorry, Dad,” Maes said with little preamble. His hot-headed little girl, however, just gave him a mulish look.
“You know you’re supposed to share the books, Rin,” he said gently. He’d heard from several people, Teacher included, that the actual meaning of ‘Izumi’ was Xingese for ‘bell’ and that the ‘official’ nickname was ‘Rin’… the sound a bell makes according to the Xingese.
“I know, but I wasn’t done reading this one yet!” she retorted.
Edward sighed. Izumi had proven herself to be every bit as strong willed as he’d wanted her to be, but it was for the best later on. Settling Trisha onto the floor and letting the little girl totter towards her siblings, he walked over and settled down next to them. “What part have you gotten to?” Hesitantly, for she wasn’t sure if she was in trouble or not, Izumi handed over the book and he spied the page she was on. “Ah…” He turned over the book to eye the spine and realized for a fact that she’d picked up a copy of one of his first books. “So, you really want to become an alchemist, huh? Thought so.” He gave her a grin before tugging lightly on her pigtails that Rowan had put her thin black locks into before leaving for work. She pouted at the motion a bit. “Both of you?” He cast his eyes at Maes, who watched him with wide brown eyes.
“Yes, sir,” they chorused respectfully.
“Well, I can help with that. I started studying when I was your age, so… I was kind of expecting this pretty soon.”
“You did?” Izumi asked, surprised. She knew her dad had been an alchemist, but she’d not known he’d started learning alchemy at her age.
“Yup. Actually, a little younger than you… closer to Maes’s age. And your Uncle Al was right there with me. Let me tell you something, my mom got mad when I started transmuting the house! My butt was sore for a whole day, she spanked me so hard.” He told this in a conspiratorial whisper, grinning widely as he did so and using his hand to partially hide the words like someone was going to come listening in.
“Really?” Izumi and Maes asked in breathy tones, wide eyed and enraptured. They’d never heard this story before. Trisha was right there next to them, staring with wide eyes as well.
“Uh huh,” nodded Ed. “And did you know, me and your uncle got so good that we wound up getting the attention of your mom when I was eleven? She thought we were older though. Didn’t know we were little kids.”
“Really?”
“Yup… Course, we messed up awful bad and Uncle Al was hurt so he had to wear a suit of armor to protect him. That was when I lost my leg.” He kept his tone cautionary but light, not wishing to scare them, and didn’t dare divulge the full details of what actually happened… He’d wait until they were older. Of course the kids knew about his automail leg and his scars, but that was expected.
“Did you fall in love with Mom then?” asked Izumi, bright eyed at the idea of finding out how her parents fell in love.
“No… that didn’t happen ‘til we were older.” He supposed that, to a five-year-old, eleven years was practically ancient. “In fact,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I didn’t even like her until I was fifteen. She was bossy and overbearing… like you.” He attacked Izumi with tickling fingers, making her squeal in shock before giggling and wiggling away.
“Dad!” she protested as she laughed.
“Yeah, yeah… You gotta love me.” He turned his eyes on Maes, who was giggling a bit, too. “Oh, you think you got off scot free, huh?” He twirled his index finger in a slow circle at Maes, not bothering to even touch his boy. Immediately, Maes began grinning widely and laughing. Edward had accidentally molded that behavior into his kids when he started doing the finger twirl thing before tickling them outright. It had had the effect of him being able to make them giggle without touching them because they knew what the finger twirl meant. Even Trisha had taken to giggling when he pulled the stunt. “Anyway, I’ll help you guys learn. Or I could ship you off to Grandma Izumi’s to learn like I did…” He knew ‘Grandma Izumi’ had told his two elder kids about how she’d taught him and his brother, but he doubted they really believed her.
“No!” chorused the two kids even as Trish blinked. Okay, maybe they did believe her. “You teach us!” Maes begged. “Don’t make us go to the island!” Ed forced himself to maintain a straight face but it was hard in light of their actions.
“Alright… I suppose so. Just so long as you two keep up your exercise, alright?”
“Yes, sir!”
“And… we’ve got to have some rules. No practicing alchemy without me, your mom, Uncle Al, Aunt Mei, or Grandma Izumi present. No one else knows enough about alchemy to ensure you’re safe and I don’t want you guys hurt. Understood?”
“Yes, sir!”
“No transmuting the house. I’ll spank you if you do, got it? And ground you from reading at your leisure.”
There were a few grumbles at this, but they accepted his rules.
“Those same punishments will be extended to anything else you do, understood? If you do something bad, there’ll be no alchemy. No studying about it, no transmuting, no nothing.” He waggled a very serious finger at the two of them. “And if you dare use alchemy on a living thing, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit for a week before handing you over to your mother and making her tan your hide, too.” They gave him shocked looks. Rowan, raised in a household that didn’t have corporal punishment, didn’t often partake in doling out punishments… especially to Ed’s satisfaction. Edward had grown up in a farming community and was well acquainted to having the ‘rougher punishments’ executed on him and judiciously admitted that he probably hadn’t been disciplined as often as he should have. Soap in the mouth for foul language, belt or paddle or hand on the rear for spankings… Oh, and there was the hated ‘go get a switch off the tree and bring it back to get your switching’. That was a fucking mind game all its own. Get it too thin and it’d be like a whip. Too thick and it hurt just as much. Too green and it’d bend, creating longer strokes. Too dry and it’d break and you’d get sent out to get another one. Get one with too many little branches on it and that hurt even worse! Rowan’s ideas of corners and time outs didn’t cut it for a farm boy or a precocious child alchemist. And then there were the ‘in public’ methods. Pinching the back of the arm, fatal words such as ‘just wait until we get home’, and other lovely mind games…
Fortunately, Rowan accepted his ideas for handling kids without too much fuss once she realized he wasn’t aiming at abuse and often warned (especially Izumi) his kids that wiggling will only hurt worse and running was a serious ‘no no’ that would get a bigger punishment. How the hell Edward wound up the more responsible one of the pair when it came to this sort of thing, the young man didn’t know. What he did know was that his wife had cheerily let him become the bad guy with little qualms.
As a result and a sort-of punishment, said wife was again nearing nine months pregnant and suffering the ‘wrath’ of Edward’s currently most wonderful female friend… a certain Major Riza Fuery. Ooh, had that been a strange moment when it was realized that Riza Hawkeye and Kain Fuery had been walking out together for some time. Apparently Kain, for all his seeming meekness, had really taken to the busty blonde sniper and Riza had come to adore his honestly kind nature. In an effort to keep things above board, Kain had requested a transfer to another chain of command in East City so that there’d be no conflict of interest. He probably could have stayed with his at-the-time fiancée, but preferred to follow military protocol.
Breda had also gotten married to a surprisingly skinny young woman who worked at a pastry shop. The chess-playing man had adored the woman at first sight and they were currently expecting their first child. Riza and Kain had yet to produce theirs... but were in the process of adopting a pair of children. Alphonse and Mei had also given the Elric family their own addition in the form of their son, Van, in honor of Van Hohenheim. Winry, who had despaired over becoming an old maid, wound up marrying a fellow by the name of Russell Tringham, a blonde man with a cockier attitude than Edward at his worst. Surprisingly enough, Edward didn’t have the urge to punch the slightly taller blonde man’s face in due to the fact fatherhood had mellowed him out… for the most part. Russell still learned quickly that pissing off even a slightly out-of-shape Edward Elric, former Fullmetal Alchemist and still a hero to the people, was not a good idea… especially if his wife was there and ready to snap her fingers.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t all good news over the years. Granny Pinako had finally passed away due to old age. One morning Winry had gone to check on her grandmother, surprised the older woman wasn’t up yet as she was usually an early bird, and found the woman dead in her bed. They figured it had been a peaceful passing as she didn’t look pained, but it was still a sad one. They had also gotten word from Garfiel that Dominic, too, had died due to a heart attack in the middle of his shop. Both instances caused them to travel, seeking to give final respects to the people they’d met over time. Alphonse’s pack-alongs in the form of Jerso and Zampano never got the ability to revert completely back to normal, though rentanjutsu had helped in making the chimera less chimera-like. Jerso had gone back to his family, which had welcomed him home with open arms despite his less-than-human status. Zampano had gone to be with Yoki, Heinkel, and Darius in the circus, his boar-like features great for playing the ‘bad guy’ during circus acts.
Edward knew the troupe was going to come to East City soon, and wanted to take the kids to see the men as well as the show… not that he’d really let Yoki too close to his children. It had taken some time, but he remembered the bottom feeder from Youswell and his willingness to kill that kid (now adult) Kayal, when the kid had thrown a rag in his face. Not, of course, that any of the chimera would let him do anything untoward to the children of someone they all genuinely liked and respected, but… it was better to be cautious.
So Edward spent most of the day teaching his two elder children the principles of alchemy, admitting to himself that he was living a bit through them at the moment. When Rowan finally returned home, she was startled to see her entire family piled on the couch in the parlor (the floor had eventually grown uncomfortable in the study) and discussing alchemy. Trisha was sitting in Edward’s lap, looking at the book in her daddy’s hands uncomprehendingly as she munched on an apple slice while Izumi and Maes were both pressed into either side of their father and reading along with him as he explained things.
“What is going on here?” she wondered, blinking at them.
“Someone decided she wanted to learn alchemy. Someone else decided he wanted to learn, too. The last one’s just an accomplice in cuteness,” joked Ed, looking up. “Don’t believe the last one, whatever she says. She’s just there to throw off the scent.”
“Mommy!” squealed Trisha, staring at her mom and sticking pudgy little hands out towards the once-again gravid woman. Rowan had decided fairly recently that four children, no matter how many Edward wanted to have, were way more than enough and had decided that after this one she was going to get her tubes tied. Rowan slowly waddled over to the couch and settled down next to Maes, the four year old making room for her as Trisha clambered over his lap to press against her belly with a big hug. She stroked her littlest’s hair as she looked at the rest of the lot.
“Dad said we could learn so long as we’re good,” Izumi told her excitedly. “He’s taught us all about the Laws and all and said we weren’t to practice without you or him around… or Aunt Mei or Uncle Al or Grandma Izumi.”
“That sounds like a good idea to me,” admitted Rowan, looking at her bright eyed first born over the bodies in between as she rubbed her belly. It really was an inconvenience to be pregnant in the military, but she got to have fun with it because she could get away with wearing her military jacket undone or off. “We don’t want you getting hurt.”
“That’s what Dad said… Did he really start learning alchemy at our age?” Izumi asked, curious and a little disbelieving.
“Yes, he did,” Rowan told her. “Makes him pretty smart, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, it does!” agreed Maes, with all the vivid personality of his namesake. “But why can’t you do alchemy anymore?” he asked, looking at his dad.
“Because I needed to heal your Uncle Al and the only way I could was by using up all my ability,” Ed said solemnly. “Using alchemy on people is really hard, so it usually gets an alchemist hurt. I chose to hurt my alchemy rather than myself because I didn’t care if I had it or not so long as I had Al as Al was the only blood-related family I had left.” He smiled, taking the solemnity out of the air, glancing at Rowan as he said it. “But thanks to your mom, I got a lot more family. And they are all…” He knocked Izumi lightly on the head, making her wrinkle her nose. “…right…” He tapped Maes on the head at that moment, the boy giving him a toothy grin. “…here…” And with that, he poked Trisha on the side, making her giggle.
“You’re sappy,” snorted Izumi.
“You’re right. He is,” snorted Rowan, though she smiled after a moment. “Hard to believe he acted just like you when he was fifteen, huh?” Izumi gave her mother an appalled look, not wanting to be just like her dad. Despite her tough streak she’d undoubtedly gotten from Edward, she wanted to be more like her mother because she viewed the woman as the stronger of the two.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“But he said you were like me!”
“Did you hate him too, before he was fifteen?” Maes asked suddenly. Rowan arched an eyebrow at her husband and he gave her a toothy grin.
“What tales have you been telling, Shrimp?” she snarked.
“Shut up, Wet Match,” he shot back easily enough, his grin not fading. “You and I both know well enough half the reason we couldn’t stand each other was because we were way too much alike.”
Rowan looked down at Maes, who was still looking at her expectantly. “I didn’t hate him, but we didn’t get along,” she told her son. “In fact, he’d often do things deliberately just to make me mad. Now that I think about it, it was kind of like a boy pulling the pigtails of a girl he likes.” She gave her husband a catty grin before looking down at Maes once more. “But then again, who knows what goes through your dad’s head? He can be awful dense sometimes.”
That sent all the kids giggling at him and he groaned in defeat. “Sure, sure… take her side. It’s not like I’m doing anything useful like teaching you alchemy or anything. All she does is sit at a desk and look pretty while annoying Aunt Riza. I’m the one that goes out and does real work, like catching bad guys and saving kittens from trees and stuff.”
And cue a greater round of giggles. “Dad’s stupid!” teased Izumi only to get a swat on her butt for that. “Hey!”
“No callin’ me stupid. No callin’ anyone stupid,” he told her. “Or any kind of names, missy. You know the rules.”
“Then why do you guys get to call names?” she pouted.
“Because we’re adults and we get that right,” he told her firmly. “You aren’t permitted until after you’re at least fifteen. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
After some time, the kids were finally packed off to bed. The house they’d formerly owned had gotten too small and now they sported a far larger house with five bedrooms and three bathrooms, a monster sized kitchen, and a large back yard. The three kids were down the hall and tucked into their respective beds. For the time being, the two parents finally had a bit of peace. Ed lay behind Rowan, spooning the older woman and stroking her distended middle gently. She had long ago gotten to the point where every position was fairly uncomfortable and the ache she felt only eased when she practically bear-hugged a long pillow. Edward didn’t mind his wife’s ‘infidelity’ so long as it was just the pillow that was getting molested by her. As it was, she sighed under his touches and really wished his mouth was on her breasts to ease the ache of them.
Not long after Izumi had been born, Edward’s fascination with breastfeeding took off and had watched whenever he could. It had been more than a little startling, especially in light of his aversion to cow milk, when he’d shyly played with her breasts and licking the milk off his fingers when it coated the digits. She’d known that some men had a fascination with such things, but Edward… Edward who hated ‘cow juice’… had once again displayed that amazing ability to dive right on into things unexpectedly and Rowan soon had two mouths sucking at her teats when she fed her daughter. And it was only her milk that he displayed an interest in. It didn’t help that he’d take to playing with her clit as well, giving her a huge surge of pleasure on top of the sensations in already sensitive breasts.
And each child after had gotten her the same sort of treatment. Right now, the latest of their brood was kicking at where Ed’s hand was, letting his or her daddy know that they were aware of him. He chuckled as he pressed kissed into her shoulders. “He’s lively tonight,” he murmured.
“I’m not going to get any sleep at this rate,” she grunted, feeling those little feet continue to kick. “Might as well get some fun out of it.”
“So close to your due date?” he asked, pausing his gentle touches.
“Not that… I can’t do that right now. But you can get your mouth on these tits,” she told him, shifting over to sit up a bit. “They ache and… well…” She smirked at her long-haired husband. It struck her funny that where she’d more or less maintained her usual shoulder-length hair, he’d grown his further out. “Please?”
He didn’t need telling twice. Sexy as hell and as usual, Rowan was a woman that he felt he’d never get enough of. Soon, his chest was pressed against her belly and he delighted in the sensation as his mouth wrapped about one darkened areola. She had to sit somewhat spraddle-legged to accommodate her full belly, but he didn’t mind at all as he stroked at her thighs and sides of her belly, making her moan as he suckled. Her hands dove into his hair, tangling into long golden locks before slipping out and smoothing over his head. The feeling of his hair trailing over her was amazing and she twitched as one hand came up to fondle her currently unmolested breast as the other slid under her belly to get to her sensitive sex. Instinctively, her hands went to her belly, stroking and playing with it as he pleasured her gently. Her child was moving about quite a bit and the sensations of discomfort bled into pleasure as Edward sent her higher.
“Ed…” she groaned as he lapped over her peaked nipple with his tongue, the sensations sending bolts of pleasure through her. Oh, how she loved this. His cock poked at her, stiff as a rod, as his body pushed him into wanting to grind against something for relief. She knew that she had to get that member into her mouth as soon as she was able to. Edward loved it when she gave him a blow job while she was pregnant. “Edward…” Fingers stroked against already over-sensitive flesh as mouth pushed her up and up before she felt herself go up and over the edge with a low cry of joy. Her insides were assaulted by the baby, unhappy that the muscles about him or her had contracted due to her climax. After a bit, the little one settled down again and she smoothed a hand over her belly to help ease his or her ruffled feathers.
It was her turn, then, and even as she shooed him back, she shifted forward so that she could get onto all fours, her belly hanging down as she pushed a couple pillows underneath so she didn’t have to worry about overly straining her back. “On your knees,” she commanded and his pupils blew wide with lust when he realized what she wanted. Complying immediately, he knelt before her on the bed, cock standing straight out and proud. She smiled up at him before reaching out to give him the pleasure he needed… the pleasure he wanted.
Lips slid over the mushroom-like tip, tongue pressing into the vein as she drew him into her. A low groan escaped his lips as she did this, dragging him into a state of bliss as she began to suck on the member that had given her so much over so many years. Hands found their way into her hair and he fought against bucking into her. The fact his wife, swollen with his child, was giving him a blowjob… was making him lose control very quickly. He tried to think of horrible things to slow his reaction to her, but it didn’t do much good. She was too practiced, too skilled, to let him think of anything but the devilry she was inflicting on him. And she knew what he liked.
A dainty hand had cupped his aching balls, massaging them and making him almost lose all muscle control in his legs. “Ro… Ro…” he panted, eyes glazed in the heat of lust as he looked down at her, seeing the sides of her belly even now. Hot damn, that was fucking sexy. His eyes rolled a little as she began sucking and tonguing him with more insistence and he groaned as he fought to maintain control. It felt so good. If he let go now, it’d be over and… he didn’t want that. “Hah… Fuck… Rowan...”
Rowan was surprised he’d lasted as long as he had. Usually when it came to his favorite fetish (her pregnant and doing anything sexual with him), he came faster than he did as an inexperienced teenage boy. She felt her jaws slowly begin to ache as she continued to work his heated flesh, drawing back and licking deliberately down spit-slicked skin before coming up to lap the bead of pre-cum off the tip and consuming him again, fingers not once leaving his ball sac. There… He jerked involuntarily and suddenly her mouth flooded with his cum as he called her name again. He panted heavily as he came down off his high, cursing himself for being so quick. He was weak when it came to the woman and she slowly settled back to lounge like a sated fertility goddess at the head of their shared bed. And he stared at her with undisguised awe and lust despite the tiredness pulling at him.
She eyed him right back, taking note that his once outstanding abs were coated with a light layer of fat though they were still quite touchable underneath that bit of pudge. It was a well-known fact that marriage had a tendency to make a person gain weight. He still worked out and it still was very visible in his arms and legs and mostly defined torso, but he didn’t look like he was the almost bodybuilder of his teenage years without a bit of spare fat on him. And really, Rowan preferred it. He looked great to her. Of course, she too had put on a bit of weight, though most of it had settled in her hips. She knew her husband was a hips man because he had a tendency to stare after women with wider hips. She didn’t jump his ass about it, preferring to bring his attention back to her body when she deliberately nudged him or wiggled her ass where he could see. So long as he didn’t touch another woman, he didn’t get in trouble… and he had yet to get into trouble as he also recognized that most of the women he’d eyeballed didn’t have half the mind of his wife.
“You… are too damn sexy by half, woman,” he said lowly. That was another reason he’d never gotten in trouble. He had a tendency to think she was the hottest thing he’d ever laid eyes on and had a very good habit of mentioning that fact. Rowan smirked at him.
“I know… don’t you wish to touch me some more?”
He didn’t hesitate. Rowan, as previously mentioned, had gained her own weight. What used to be a shapely tight ass had turned into something of a slight bubble butt that matched her wider hips. Her belly had a larger pudge of fat than when she’d been unmarried and had no children. Her breasts, which had gone up a cup size due to the pregnancy that had produced Izumi, were still fairly full even when she wasn’t with child (right now, they’d edged closer to the ‘DD’ class). Her overall form was almost an hourglass shape that offset her rounded face wonderfully in the eyes of Edward.
Neither of them were super health obsessed. Their jobs and busy schedules enforced a certain amount of activity and healthy eating habits naturally. What they were more concerned about was the health of their children. With Edward practically keeping Rowan knocked up the past few years, it had mostly fallen to him to get his kids to exercise properly on top of their usual run and play. And that brought the thought of her current predicament.
“Edward?” she said, running her fingers through aureate locks as he fondled and kissed her, member already hard again.
“Yes?” he breathed against her neck before resuming his nibbling and she sighed instinctively even as she considered her next words.
“I was thinking this should be our last child,” she told him. Immediately his lips stopped moving across her skin and he sat back a bit, giving her a concerned look. “I… We have four kids now… and I’m rapidly approaching forty. I don’t… I don’t want to have a preteen when I’m fifty years old. I’ll be over fifty five, almost sixty when this one turns eighteen… and four kids is a lot… most of the people I know are astonished we’ve had so many.”
She sounded so insecure to him as she continued to ramble and he felt bad. He was twenty-four… she was thirty-nine, soon to be forty like she said. And he realized she was only going to grow even more insecure as she got older considering he was fifteen years her junior. He sighed, palming her swollen midsection and looking at the belly that held the product of their love once more.
“If that makes you happy…” he assented gently as he looked back up at her. “I don’t want you to feel bad, sweetheart. Everything you’ve given me has… been amazing. I’ve got more family now than I ever thought I’d get just ten years ago. Granted… I’ll miss this…” He stroked her belly for emphasis. “But I’ve also known that… we’d eventually have to stop.”
“You’re not angry at me?” she asked, worried by his solemnity.
“No. I’m not. Ro… I’d have kept you even if you’d been incapable of having kids,” he told her. “I’ll keep you even when you go gray and wrinkly. You’ve… you’ve given me everything I have ever wanted. Hope, dreams, love, family… I don’t care if it sounds sappy. It’s true. And you did it before you even told me you were pregnant with Rin. So I’m not mad.” She felt tears spill out of her eyes, her hormones playing merry hell on her at that moment as she sobbed in relief. It had been worrying her something dearly and he just accepted it without reservation. “Don’t cry,” he pled, scooting around so that he could sit next to her. “Seriously… you are a wet match with all these tears…”
“I can still roast you, you long haired prissy boy,” she managed, though the taunt was weak in her relief.
“You happen to like the hair, Wet Match,” he taunted lightly. “And since when was I anything similar to a prissy boy? Do I need to grow a beard to prove my masculinity or something? I thought I did that with the passel of kids and kicking that bastard Homunculus’s ass.” She choked out a wet chuckle.
“Do you want to look like your father, now?” she teased, knowing the man beside her had long standing issues with his father, though Rowan herself had come to respect the man.
“Not particularly. But if you like it, I guess I could give it a shot. It’s bad enough I took up wearing glasses during the day. Don’t make me wear a beard, too…” He made the last part a bit whiney and she chucked again. “Besides, whiskers itch.” She outright laughed, leaning into him. “Feel better?”
“Well enough.”
“We’ll see about what to do after the baby’s born, alright? Let’s not worry right now. We can see about which of us will be going under the knife at the end.”
The fact he offered to get a vasectomy startled her. It hadn’t been something she’d thought of because she’d already be in the hospital when this baby was born. She sat up and looked at him, catching his curious stare. “I was just going to get my tubes tied,” she told him. “I don’t expect you to get… fixed…” That last word was said with a wince and she noticed he winced, too, but the mere fact he offered warmed her heart.
“I’m glad we talked about it, though… It would have been startling to just… find out after you’d done it.”
She smiled at him. “You really are an amazing guy, Edward Elric.”
“Hm… I was thinking about that…” he said jovially. “Y’know… how awesome I am… I was thinking we need to make memorabilia or something featuring me. Turn me into a proper hero. Like, trading cards like we have for some of the football teams or something. I bet we could make a bunch of shiny sens off of that. Or write a book all about me or…” He coughed when she elbowed him in the gut. “Hey!”
“You’re also self-centered, too, it seems…” she smirked. “A book? Honestly? Why not make a huge statue of you in the center of Central or something?”
“Ooh… good idea. Can we talk to Grumman about it? Maybe even feature Al… as a tiny little armored kitten or something.” He got an even firmer elbow in his gut for that and coughed again. “Hey!”
“You can’t be serious!” she mocked him. “I’m the one that sacrificed my eyes… and of the two of you brothers, I’d say Al should be the one with the statue considering how he was the one that gave you the ability to defeat the Homunculus!”
“Aw… you got your eyes back,” he lightly teased, though the comments stung a little. “And Al’s more than fine.” That elbow came back for him at his apparently crass comments. “Arg… would you stop that…? It hurts. You know I’m just joking!”
“With you, one can never be too sure,” she said with a sniff.
“Keep this up and I’ll make sure you get pregnant again,” he retorted, massaging her belly again.
“You’re horrible,” she groaned as she leaned into the touch, her little one shifting towards the feeling of his hand on her stomach. Yes, she would miss being pregnant… “Absolutely awful.”
“You love me for it,” he said gently.
“Yes, I do.”
“And I love you, too.”
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Final Notes:
I have officially glossed through 27 volumes of Fullmetal Alchemist, primarily focusing on the direct interactions of the two main individuals as well as the outside interactions of the world around them as it concerned them. 27 volumes condensed down to (technically) 8 chapters with the final 2 chapters covering an 'ever after' sort of ideology. I have taken thousands of pages of art and dialogue... and reduced it to just over 63k words of pure content. That is either epic or sad. I haven't decided which. What had initially started as a one-shot developed into a series because it was so easy to continue it and I could see so much out of this pairing in such a manner. I also focused a bit on their relationship, evolving it from merely a series of pelvic bumpings (no matter how fun to write) to a 'true' relationship development.
The Name of the Story: The title of this story was initially just because Ed called his wet dreams ‘nightmares’. As I went forward in the story, though, the word ‘nightmare’ kept evolving. When I drew the parallel between ‘Mustang’ and ‘nightmare’ upon remembering “Rise of the Guardians” and how Pitch Black’s nightmare sand took the form of horses as well as other references to nightmares taking equine forms, it wound up going to the next level and not only meaning Ed’s dreams but a female Mustang, too.
My Version of a Grown-Up Edward: The way I see an older Edward… His appearance in the manga is obviously due not to tons of exercise (though he does exercise quite a bit) but rather to malnutrition. Hence the short stature and shorter temper. The exercise keeps him from looking gaunt and because he eats so much he displaces some of his energy burn. The little bit that goes to Al (obviously not getting as much as he actually needs due to his visible ribs) keeps him from dying from prolonged malnutrition. In all likelihood, when Al returns from the Gate, he probably has very brittle hair and nails and his bones are probably weak. His body would be literally eating itself to function had he done much more than sit in front of his Gate. So, when Ed no longer needs to support Al’s life, he would naturally begin to regain a more natural look… a bit of a fat reserve among other things. Letting his hair lengthen and wearing glasses are a sort of byproduct of my own vision. Ed’s a reader, obsessively so. It makes sense that he would try to preserve his vision. The longer hair is because I could see him letting it grow out because he knew Rowan liked it. And for some reason this vision of Ed to me is yummier than the primary way he’s seen through the manga. Then again, I like Trace Adkins and his long hair. Add to that the little bit of a gut from a slightly less active lifestyle… Well, I am trying to paint a fairly realistic picture.
Mentioned Pairings: Alphonse and Mei are canonical (though never really shown as to whether or not they get married and have children), so no surprises there. Riza Hawkeye and Kain Fuery… I can see it, surprisingly enough. Fuery is a very reserved man for the most part with leanings towards being a bit of a pushover. As a result, he’d be more likely to find interest in a stronger willed partner. Hawkeye is strong willed, though more comfortable being a follower or a partner than a leader due to her childhood (thanks, Berthold Hawkeye). Fuery can also be a partner, loves animals, is very sweet… and I can see Hawkeye finding that sweetness compelling. Breda and his unnamed pastry chef? Well, for a man like Breda, he enjoys his food. Someone capable of cooking would interest him as much as anything else. The fact I made her skinny was more in lines of making them one of those couples you didn’t realize would match. There was the brief shout out to the 2003 anime via Russell Tringham and having him marry Winry was more along the lines of matching her to someone that was very much like Ed. When you got past the overly cocky attitude, Russell was actually fairly tolerable. He had all the qualities of Ed that we liked: loving big brother, sweetheart side under the aggravating bluster, pretty smart alchemist, etcetera. The only reason we wound up somewhat disliking him was because he didn’t get along with Ed and was stealing Ed’s identity. Fletcher went a long way in making him more affiable.
Edward’s and Rowan’s Kids: The names were sort of made up on a lark. I really did struggle with naming Izumi at first, because while they had a consensus on what it would be if it were a boy (Maes was a fairly huge person in both their lives, so it made sense), I wanted the first child to be a girl. The fact I gave them four children was also sort of fueled by the fact that neither had very large blood families and because Edward, who has shown massive curiosity about Satella’s pregnancy and birth as well as exhilaration at merely touching her belly, could have a very plausible fetish in this direction and resulted in a number of kids as a result. I went ahead and gave them a ‘Trisha’ for a child, despite Ed not wanting to name his child after his mother (for good reasons in his mind), because it made honest sense. I left the final child a mystery because of one thing. Life is never truly finished until after you’ve passed away. As for Rowan’s concerns of being old when her children achieve majority, my mother had me at 35 and my sister at 37. She was 53 when I graduated high school and 55 with my sister at age 18. I have no doubts that it bothered her sometimes when she realized some of her classmates had kids that had graduated from college by the time we exited high school. The reason Rowan says she’ll be 55-ish when the kids graduate is because there weren’t as many grade levels back in that era. Hell, there wasn’t a twelfth grade when my mother graduated high school. And going to university was something that scholars with no interest beyond learning or very wealthy people did. It was also not uncommon for children to skip on regular school to help their parents support the household, though they did usually wait until they were thirteen-fourteen years old. After all, there is a reason Ed never got hauled back into a classroom when he was running around on his adventures… Truancy officers didn’t really exist in such a time.
Anyway, thank you for reading this fanfiction. It has been my pleasure to entertain you.
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