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Chapter 21

This was unheard of, truly.�

In all her years of being pursued by men, never, ever had a man not tried to jump through
hoops in order to get her attention�but then, here was a man who was definitely
doing just that.� Winry tapped her
fingers in a quick rhythm on the polish wood of the telephone table,
thinking.� There was certainly nothing wrong with her, so the fault must be with Edward.� Something was preventing him from calling her
or chasing after her.�

But what?

Winry shifted her weight as the butt of the crutch began to
irritate her sensitive underarm.� She was
due to get a walking brace for her leg later today and it couldn�t come at a
more opportune time.� Being able to move
a little more freely would mean she wouldn�t have to wait on Edward to find her;
she would be able to seek him out.�

That was another thing she didn�t do; go chasing after a
man.� But she had made her slow,
cumbersome way out to the garage to do just that.� A lot of good it did her though.� No one was home and peeking into the windows
didn�t tell her anything other then it was dim inside.� And much to her surprise, she had even headed
down to the kitchens in search of Patricia.�
Winry remembered how much the woman had hovered around them as
children.� She assumed that Edward would
be close to her since she knew he didn�t have a mother.�

But that also proved pointless.

Thinking back on her early treatment of Edward as a young
girl, she knew that she had felt superior to him because she had a mother�but
really she shouldn�t have, since Edward had a father and she didn�t.� It had made her mad that Patricia had taken
that role on for herself.� When she learned
that Edward had a crush on her, she used that for her own gain, drawing
pleasure from having a personal slave to order around.� Plus, it pulled him away from Patricia�s
apron stings.

She sighed loudly, moving away from the phone table to make
her way to the back porch.� It was a
gorgeous day and it seemed a shame to waste it moping.� If she had any idea that Edward would turn out look like this, would look like
this�perhaps she would have been
kinder.� But then that just made her
sound shallow�

She knew that she was very
shallow most times.� But that was only
because she got away with it.� No one had
ever spent the time to get to know her�the real Winry.� They only knew the rich woman looking for
some easy play and fun.� She had
layers�even if Roy
liked to tell her she didn�t.� No one
really knew what she was capable of and she liked it like that.� She wanted people to underestimate her.� It gave her an advantage.� If Roy
ever heard her say that aloud, she would probably get a fast hug and have him beam
at her for thinking like him.� No�� The only one who really knew her was
Edward.� He had watched her with such
devotion even though she continually treated him badly.

Winry sighed again as she passed through the patio doors and
into the sunshine.� Well, when Edward got
back she would make sure that they spent some time together.�

And Roy
had better not do anything.�

She was very suspicious about Roy�s involvement in this.� She couldn�t help the feeling that he was
doing something underhanded that she would be mad at him later for.� But as of yet, she hadn�t figured it out.

--

The door creaked open admitting a plump bulbous nose and
pudgy face.� Round vacant eyes scanned
the assembled people hungrily.� No one
had noticed this new addition into the board room.

Al looked up as the hinges groaned under the weight of the
large child hanging on the door handle and smiled.� The overweight child had attached himself to
Al�s hip as soon as he entered the university hospital for this
conference.� Al had learned quickly that
the boy, who�s name was Dewy, had been cruelly nicknamed Gluttony by the
cleaning staff.� He had been quite livid
to also learn that because of a few loose tongues, the other kids were calling
Dewy Gluttony as well.�

�Excuse me,� murmured Al to the speaker, standing easily and
moving around the long conference table towards the door.� Dewy smiled broadly at him as he approached
and because the small boy was so open and happy, Al couldn�t help but to smile
in return.�

Al inserted his body into the small opening Dewy had created
and pushed the boy back.� �Hey,
Dewy.� What are you up to?� asked Al,
closing the door softly behind him and crouching in front of the boy�s large
belly.

�Doctor Al, can we play now?�
The other boys won�t play with me,� mumbled Dewy, looking down at his
expansive belly and looking miserable.�
He stuck a fat finger into his mouth and chewed on the nail.

�Of course, Dewy,� said Al, placing his hand over the boys
shoulder.� �Has your mother come in
today?�

�Not yet.� Can we play
dinkies?� Please!�

�Cars again, eh?� said Al with a smile.� �In your room or in the playroom?�

�My room!�� The boy
bounced happily and pulled at Al�s hand.�
Al smiled widely at the exuberance Dewy was displaying.� If only everyone would leave the small boy
alone, Al knew that he would be fine.�
But because of insensitive assholes, Dewy would most likely grow up to
be an insecure and lonely man.� If he
could offer up even the smallest amount of kindness, he would do it.

As he followed behind the waddling boy, Al wondered what
Winry was doing at this very moment.� He
hadn�t heard from her in a few days, and had been too busy to find time to call
her.� But he hoped she was missing him
just as much as he was missing her.� He
couldn�t wait to see her again and hold her in his arms.� He could almost imagine how she would smell
as she wiggled happily in his embrace and he would kiss her temple, then her
ear, and then her lips.�

He needed to find time to call soon.� He was missing his fianc� terribly and knew that Winry was
feeling the same.� He would have to see
if he could find some time to buy her a little present before heading home to
make up for his insensitivity.

--

It wasn�t until supper time that Hohenheim felt brave enough
to head over to the main house for his meal.�
All afternoon he was busied himself with cleaning the cars, tidying up
the living room (which entailed making the book stacks a little more tidy),
walking the grounds, and sitting at the large window in his room and thinking.

Not being able to see Patricia when he wanted to and having
to avoid the kitchens had shown him just how often he was usually over there just being around her warm smile
and kind heart.� She was always handy
with a fresh cup of coffee for him, or some witty remark about something she
had seen last night on TV in her room.� ��

It seemed like today was the day of revelations, because he
suddenly realized that he wasn�t just fond of Patricia, he was in love with her
and most likely had been for quite some time.�
He had been so caught up in his day to day goings on that he hadn�t seen
the forest for the trees.� As soon as he knew that he loved Patricia, really
loved her, he could look back at all the things she had done for him, subtle things
that had worked their way under his skin.�
And in return, he had been only a good friend.� He had listened but not heard what she was saying so loudly.�

He always knew that he had feelings for Patricia.� How could he not?� The way she doted on Edward was enough for
him to know that he cared for her.� At
one point he had even considered pursuing a more tangible relationship but in
the end he let it pass.

And now�she was furious with him; rightly so, in his
opinion, but Edward had dropped this
in his lap with no warning or outward signs that he was aware of.� His son was God knows where, so that left
Patricia as the only one he could talk to right now�and�he was hungry.

This was why Hohenheim found himself hovering on the back
step, having a serious and heated talk with himself on what he would say upon
seeing Patricia.� He stood to the side of
the door and peeked around the short lace curtain to see the other house staff
seated around the table finishing off their meals.�

Patricia was at the sink, starting the dishes by herself.� With a large, fortifying sigh, Hohenheim
pushed open the door and stepped into the small mud room.� A few eyes from the table looked up at the
sound of his entry, but Patricia made no move.�

Knowing it was going to be hard to be discrete in a room
full of people, Hohenheim decided to forego the supper and moved to help with
the dishes.� He pulled a dish towel from
the stove handle and put himself beside his newly realized love to quietly dry
the dishes.�

At first, he got no response or acknowledgement of his
presence, but slowly, as Patricia began washing the plates, she glanced at him
from the corner of her eyes.� This was
the opening he was looking for, and he smiled slightly at her.� When Patricia looked away, he knew that it
wasn�t okay between them, but it would be.�

When the time was right, he was going to tell Patricia just
how special she was to him.�

--

Roy
tried to take them to a very swanky, suits only place.� But, as Roy
failed to mention that important fact in his phone call to Edward earlier that
day, Edward was very
underdressed.� So, to compensate, Roy suggested that they go get Edward a suit from his
place, which wasn�t far and Edward countered with eating in at Roy�s place.

�This seems to becoming a habit with us, don�t you think?�
asked Roy as they
walked side by side in the humid night air.�
His embarrassment over the choice of dinning locations had yet to fade,
but it didn�t appear to bother Edward at all.

�What�s that?� asked Edward, bumping into his shoulder
companionably.�

�Us not going to
swanky places, but going to places you pick out,� said Roy.

�Well, I�m sorry but you keep choosing boring places,� said
Edward with a smirk.�

�Boring?�� Roy looked down to catch
Edward�s smirk turn into a happy grin.�
�You call those places boring?� Do
you know how long it takes to get into some of those places?�

�No, and I can�t say I want to find out.� Is it because you have money that you go
there?� Or is it because you like it?�

Roy
pressed his lips and frowned.� He looked
down the street and considered Edward question.�
With a nod, Roy
had to agree.� He didn�t like to go to
those places.� He only went because it
was expected of him.� �Okay, you�re
right, I hate those places.�

Edward smiled up at him brilliantly, so Roy bumped into Edward�s shoulder back.� �So, dare I ask where, or more importantly,
what do you want to eat?� asked Roy,
leading them across the street.� He could
see his building just up ahead and felt a prick of unease that he was going to
be allowing Edward into his space.

�I don�t know�� What�s
your favorite food?� asked Edward, looking over at him.

�I�m sure, I don�t know.�
How about you, what�s your favorite food?� Roy countered.�

�Hm�� Well, you
already know that I like Japanese food.�
I also like to eat beef stroganoff that�s been made with sour cream,
just like da makes it.� Um� Baked
potatoes smothered in butter, nice bloody steak that got bacon wrapped around
it��

�Hmm, that last one sounds really good, and some crispy
green beans, snow peas and carrots, too,� said Roy, his stomach choosing that very moment to
growl.� Edward laughed.� The sound of it so enthralled Roy that he could only
look over and grin in enjoyment.� When
Edward laughed, he glowed with his mirth.�
It was so infectious that whenever Roy was in Edward�s company he
noticed that he smiled a lot more then he had ever know himself to do.� It was refreshing to be able to banter back
and forth or talk about something non-work related.�

�Yeah, but what place will deliver that kind of food?� Nah, we need to think, like, junk food or
something,� said Edward, a grin still hanging about on his face.�

�Ah, but you see, I have my ways,� said Roy, pulling his hand from his pant pocket to
tap Edward�s nose lightly.�

�Who�ll bring us food like that?� wondered Edward, his eyes
shining at Roy.

�Well, that�s where the money comes in�this is me,� said Roy, hooking a hand under
Edward�s elbow to draw him into the foyer of his building.

�You live here?� asked Edward in disbelief.�

Roy
nodded and then glanced at the doorman holding open the inner door for them to
pass.� He could understand Edward�s
shock.� The building, while nice, wasn�t
what someone with his background and wealth would have�should be living in.� Not
that it wasn�t high end, but it was at the lower end of the scale.� The old art deco styling on the fa�ade and
the foyer were immaculately maintained and it was just one of many reasons why
he loved living here.� But the most
impressive aspect was the view he had from his top floor apartment and he
couldn�t see himself give that up just for a better address.� ��

�I like it,� declared Ed, looking over at Roy with another one of his smiles.� He gave Edward�s elbow a gentle squeeze and
led him towards the elevator.� Edward
stayed close as they silently travelled up to the top floor of the
building.�

As they climbed up the floors towards his apartment he
became unsure if he could be able to continue to do this.� Since leaving the restaurant, he started to
have doubts about his whole plan.� But
when he thought about blowing the deal just for Edward, he knew that he couldn�t abandon this merger just because
he might hurt one person�s feelings.

As the elevator neared Roy�s
floor, Edward slid along the wall until Roy
could feel the heat from his body and their arms just touched.� Roy knew that he was
going to be able to get Edward to sleep with him tonight, but as much as he
wanted to, he didn�t want to add to Edward�s hurt, so he wavered.� But having sex again would help his proposal
when he finally made it sometime tonight or tomorrow morning.

�Roy?�

�Hm?� grunted Roy, pulling his thoughts away from how Edward
was going to react once he learned the truth and looked into golden eyes.�

�Thanks�for calling me today.� I was really glad you called.�

The somber note to Edward�s voice gave him pause.� It didn�t sound like he was glad.� Until now, Edward had been very energetic,
but that was all gone now.� �Did
something happen?� wondered Roy,
reading Edward�s body language with ease.

�Yes, but I...� I�ll
tell you after dinner.� I wanna see what
steak looks like when it�s take out.��
The grin was back as if it had never left.�

The doors slid apart with the usual, familiar screech of
metal against metal revealing a very nice apartment hallway.� Roy�s
apartment took up half the floor with another tenant taking the other side.� His door was to the right, so with a hand on
the small of Edward�s back, he led the smaller man towards his place.

Once inside, Edward took it upon himself to inspect his
fantastic view of the city with a loud exclamation awe.� Chuckling, Roy picked up the phone and dialed out,
placing two orders from memory to a fantastic bistro.� ��

--

The dim yellow light cast a feeble glow, creating more
shadows then banishing them.� At this
time of night, the hospital got quiet�eerily so.� But it was the time Al liked best.�

He walked softly down the empty halls, peeking into rooms as
he passed.� Some had families keeping a
vigil over their loved ones; some rooms had patients alone, suffering by
themselves.� He had been criticized in
the past for caring too much for his
patients.� A doctor needed to maintain a
professional, clinical attitude, but Al didn�t subscribe to that way of
thinking.� He liked connecting with the
parents of the children he treated and he felt it helped that the kids looked
up to him and trusted him.

Al turned the corner and headed for Dewy�s room.� The poor boy; his parents hadn�t been able to
show up today and Al�s heart went out to the lonely child.� As he peered inside Dewy�s room, he saw that
his mother at least had finally made it in and was sitting in the hard wooden
chair right next to her son.� At the
sound of his step, she looked up wearily and smiled at him slightly.� Al nodded his head and continued down the
hall.�

If he could finish up his rounds soon, it might still be
early enough back in New York
that he could give Winry a call.

--

Edward lay on Roy�s
couch and looked at the ceiling, his hands pillowed behind his head as he
sighed in contentment.�

�Well?� asked Roy�s
voice, coming from somewhere near his hip.�

�Alright, it was good,� agreed Edward, sitting up and
planting his hands behind him to support his body.� Roy
turned his head and looked up at him from his seat on the floor, smiling.

�I told you their steak was good, even if it was take-out.�

�Hm-mm,� Edward hummed, smiling lightly at Roy.�
Edward spun his body around, putting his feet where his head had been
and draped his arms about Roy�s
neck, burying his face into the warm neck with another sigh.�

Roy
ran a hand over the top of his head and chuckled lightly.� �Well, now that I�ve fed you, would you like
to catch a play or��

�Let�s watch a movie here,� interrupted Edward, nuzzling his
head against Roy�s
collar bone.� �And you can lay down on
the couch with me.�

�How domestic,� teased Roy.�

�Is that okay?� asked Edward, lifting his head from Roy�s shoulder.� Dark eyes turned to meet his with a smile and
the hand on his head, slid down to his neck were it rubbed small circles into
the muscle.� ��

�Of course it�s alright.�
I get you all to myself, after all.�
But�� We�ll have to settle for
pay-per-view.� I don�t own any movies.�

�That�s all right.�
Shall we straighten up here before we get comfortable?�� Roy�s
gaze suddenly turned calculating and he pulled out of Edward�s arms.� He shifted around until he was kneeling over
Edward, looking down at him.� �What?�
asked Edward, blinking at Roy
in confusion.�

Roy�s eyes roved down his
sprawled body slowly causing Edward to shift self-consciously under the
scrutiny, but he also felt a thrill to be looked at like this by Roy.� He found himself breathing faster as Roy�s gaze went lower and
his penis began to stir, making the front of his slacks tight.

�Spread your legs,� murmured Roy, making Edward fully hard by those words
alone.�

Feeling excitement course though him, Edward pulled his legs
apart as far as the couch would allow.�

--

�Do you know who I saw last night?� asked Mei Chang, and
then she plowed forward, without giving anyone the chance to answer.� �Roy Mustang!�
It was late, and like, hard to see, but I could tell it was him. �And do you know who I saw with him?�

She paused long enough to draw air into her lungs and just
as Fu was opening his mouth she continued.�
�A man!� Yes, I saw a man with our Roy Mustang!� Can you believe it?� I didn�t but then, guess what!� I saw Miss Winry come out, with her crutch
and all.� She got down the stairs and
they were talking.� I bet you�ll never in
a million years guess who the man was?�
Com�on, guess!�

�Was it�� Fu tried again.

�It was Edward!� Can you believe it!� I couldn�t!�
It was like, so shocking, you know?� said Mei Chang in a happy rush.� �And do you know what?� I think Winry and Roy were fighting over Edward!� Oh.� My.� Gosh!� Can you imagine that?�

�Really, Mei, there�s no need to jump to conclu�� Hohenheim
said, turning away from the growing pile of dried dishes, feeling a worried
squirm twist around his empty stomach at the woman�s words.

�Do you think that Roy
might be gay?� I mean, has anyone ever,
like, seen him with a woman?� Mei
Chang asked.

�Roy Mustang is not the gay,� Fu said quickly and angrily,
finally getting his opinion in.�

�It�s not �the gay�, dear,� Patricia said.� �It�s just �gay�.� And really, he can be gay if he wants to.�� Hohenheim looked over at the sound of her
voice to see a very pointed look directed at him that spoke volumes.�

�Yeah,� said Mei Chang in a loud voice.� �What�s wrong if Roy�s gay?�
I think it�s cool!�

Hohenheim felt himself panic.� Edward�s coming out just as Roy suddenly starts spending time with his
son? What if they were right and Roy Mustang was gay.� Could he be after Edwar�

�Roy Mustang is a great man, he can no be the gay,� Fu said,
his eyebrows furrowing deeply.� Hohenheim
looked over at the older man.� �Great men
all like women.�

�That�s absurd, Fu,� said Patricia crossly.� She threw her dish rag back into the tepid
water with a small splash and turned to face the table where Mei Chang and Fu
were still seated after everyone else had left.�
�I don�t want to hear another word about Roy�s supposed sexuality.� It�s none of our business anyway, and it�s
not like it�s going to hurt you if he was.�

�Yeah but�if he is
gay, he was with Edward�you don�t think, like, Roy might like
Edward, do you?� ventured Mei Chang.�
Everyone exchanged looks between them, Hohenheim feeling especially on
the spot when all eyes ended up on him.

�What?� asked Hohenheim, a hint of annoyance creeping
through his voice.� He didn�t want to
deal with this right now.� It was too
close on the heels of Edward�s revelation to be comfortable.� He had only made marginal headway in coming
to terms with his son�s sexuality, but to add Roy�s speculated interest on top of that�

�Oh!� Get out of my
kitchen,� Patricia huffed, moving away from the sink to shoo Mei Chang and Fu
out of her domain.� The two moved at her
insistence and left Patricia and Hohenheim alone for the first time since this
morning.

Patricia�s deep brown eyes turned to him and watched
silently.� She made no move to either
break the silence that had descended or move toward him, which made him nervous
about bring up the subject at hand.�

�Where is Edward?� Patricia finally asked, her eyes turning
hard.�

�I don�t know,� he mumbled, dropping his gaze to the top of
his feet.� �He left.�

�Left for where?� she asked.�
Hohenheim looked up as she moved towards him with her arms crossed under
her bosom.�

�I didn�t ask,� said Hohenheim.� He turned back to his unfinished dishes and
picked up a wet plate, rubbing it dry.

�You do know that you�re hurting Edward with this attitude,
don�t you?� said Patricia.� She came back
to her spot at the sink and leaned her hip into the counter.� Hohenheim felt himself flush in
embarrassment.�

�I know,� he said, returning the now dry plate to the
cupboard and picking up another.�

Well?� Patricia asked somewhat impatiently.� �How are you going to make it up to him?�

Hohenheim�s hand slowed over the plate.� �I don�t know�� he said quietly, letting the
errant strands of hair fall forward just like his son.� But it wasn�t enough to hide away from
Patricia�s gaze.� �I also want to make it
up to you as well, Patricia.�

�Me?� Why me?� she
asked, clearly surprised.

Very deliberately, Hohenheim placed the half dry plate on
the counter as well as the dish towel and turned to the woman beside him.� He took his time to study her face, moving
over familiar winkles and creases that marked her age, the fall of soft brown
hair over her shoulder that had begun to lighten, her kind personality; all the
things that had made him fall in love with her even without him realizing it.

�I�ve been a fool for so long, Patricia; my dear Patricia,�
he said, reaching out to hold her arms just above the elbows gently.� �I�ve been so blind�it took you being angry
with me to see.�� She made no move to
interrupt him, but tilted her head curiously.�
�It seems that this is the day for revelations, because I�ve found that
I�m quite deeply and fondly in love with you.�

�To Be Continued�

This was meant to go up about a week and a half ago, but
school projects made that time vanish.��
Sorry about that. �I hope you
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