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Names
A/N: Milky, you are quick. You posted a review before I could post the next chapter. Thanks for your kind remarks.
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Chapter 7
Names
Izumi and Sig hadn’t been able to stay for very long and left only two days later. Al had decided to accompany them back to their home.
“I’m sorry, Brother,” Al had said when he told Ed. “I know I have no right to be angry, and if I’d been in the same position, I might have done the same, but I really need to think things out.”
Days had passed since then, and those words still stung. Al was angry at him, not for the loss of his body, but for willingly accepting something that could hinder their quest to restore it.
Ed was now beginning his second week of pregnancy, showing every sign of being three months along. The morning sickness, thankfully, had begun to ease up.
Unfortunately, the dizzy spells happened nearly every time Ed tried to stand too quickly, and almost always ended with him in the arms of his commander. It was humiliating to have to make the man care for him as though he was some weak girl, and the process of caring for Ed was obviously draining on the colonel, as his actions had all become ritualized.
Tonight, though, Ed had just finished a check-up with Dr. Knox and felt good enough to stop at the market. He felt better than he had in ages, and he now had news that he thought might lighten Mustang’s mood a bit.
When Mustang arrived back at the house after work, Ed was standing in the kitchen, actually cooking. There weren’t many things the teen could fix, but he had been determined to make sure that what meals he could prepare, he knew how to do well. In a pan, he was searing shrimp, while he mixed some vegetables and noodles in another. He wasn’t quite sure if what he was fixing had a name. He only knew it usually tasted good when he was done.
“You’re cooking,” Roy said, shock registering on the side of his face that wasn’t still somewhat swollen and a lovely shade of purple.
“I felt up to it today,” Ed said, stirring the vegetables and noodles. “You’ve done this enough that I thought I would return the favor.”
“Is it edible?”
While Ed stirred the shrimp with his left hand, he held up his right, the middle digit extended. “Sit down.”
Surprisingly enough, Roy obeyed as Ed brought the plate of vegetables and noodles to the table, dumping half, well a little less than half--he was still growing and was eating for two after all--on Mustang’s plate, the rest on his own. He then topped it off with the shrimp and took his seat across from his commander, waiting a moment until the dark-haired man took his first tentative bite, following it with a satisfied smile.
“I can only cook about five meals, but I do them well,” Ed said, smugly, as he began to eat. “I had another check-up with Dr. Knox today.”
“Has he figured out the dizzy spells or how you are going to, um--”
“I’m ‘going to, um’ by having them cut out. No way in hell am I doing it any other way, but no. We have no idea for either.” Ed poked around the plate for a moment. “But the doc said some of the tests let him know what the babies are.” He looked up at Mustang, whose attention he’d obviously gotten. “It’s a boy and a girl.” He watched as Mustang’s eyes darted down to his stomach and back to his face. “That should make naming them easier.”
Then, it appeared again, that dark cloud that reared its head at least once a day, one that darkened the colonel’s eyes and made Ed shift in his seat a little. “You’ve already decided on names?”
“You mean you don’t want them to be Maes and Riza? Too painful?” The storm passed as quickly as it had come, much to Ed’s relief. There were times when he saw that look on Roy’s face, the icy cold demeanor would remain for hours afterward.
“No, those are perfect,” Mustang said, pushing around a piece of shrimp. “We just hadn’t talked about it.”
Ed didn’t miss the look of guilt in Roy’s eyes. He had to wonder what names the older alchemist thought were going to come out of his mouth. Still, Ed wasn’t used to silence, as Al talked constantly unless he was angry, so he started chatting, asking Roy how his day had been, nearly kicking himself for seeming so domestic.
In return, Mustang asked about the check-up. “Well, Dr. Knox said I will start to show soon, but it won’t be really noticeable for a little while. He told me a lot of the things to expect between the hormones and pregnancy. One was mood swings.”
“You were born with those.”
“Bite me, Colonel Bastard,” Ed said. “Cravings, which started already. Sensitivity to smells and foods, which I noticed a little over the last few days. Speaking of which, could you switch your cologne? When you put it on in the mornings, it makes me want to puke.”
“Lovely language for the dinner table.”
Ed recalled the last portion of the doctor’s list of things to be expected, and he began to blush, not that this was the first time he’d done it around Mustang. Hell, it was becoming a habit. It seemed like every time the two of them were together, at one point of another, Ed was fighting the urge to giggle and blush like a stupid girl. That was not right, and Ed knew it. Guys didn’t giggle. They argued and teased. It was getting damned embarrassing.
“Increased sex drive?” Roy asked, eating quite casually as he did.
Across from him, Ed felt as though his face must have matched his coat. “Um, doc said that, too. How did you--”
“I read up on it.” Unspoken were the words “after Riza told me.” Ed had learned by now how the colonel's tone changed when her name remained unspoken. “A somewhat frightening thought, a teen-aged boy hornier than usual.”
Ed wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He begged for it to happen, but had no such luck. He was still sitting across from the smug bastard and still trying not to let him realize that this aspect of pregnancy, too, had already manifested itself eight times in the last three days.
Ed also decided that perhaps finishing this meal in silence wasn’t such a bad thing.
********
When Roy woke that night to the sound of a blood-curdling scream, he sat up in bed and bolted to the source of that scream: the guest room, Ed’s room. Roy burst through the door, finding Ed’s face contorted in pain as he laid in a pool of blood that had soaked the blankets from his waist to his knees.
“Ed!” Roy shouted as he moved beside the teen, lifting the blond head in his hands. “What happened?” The screaming continued as Ed seemed to be too far gone to answer. Roy grabbed the telephone at the bedside table, calling Dr. Knox. How much of the message got through to the doctor, Roy wasn’t sure, but it had been clear enough.
Ed was screaming in agony and needed help.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't profit.
Chapter 7
Names
Izumi and Sig hadn’t been able to stay for very long and left only two days later. Al had decided to accompany them back to their home.
“I’m sorry, Brother,” Al had said when he told Ed. “I know I have no right to be angry, and if I’d been in the same position, I might have done the same, but I really need to think things out.”
Days had passed since then, and those words still stung. Al was angry at him, not for the loss of his body, but for willingly accepting something that could hinder their quest to restore it.
Ed was now beginning his second week of pregnancy, showing every sign of being three months along. The morning sickness, thankfully, had begun to ease up.
Unfortunately, the dizzy spells happened nearly every time Ed tried to stand too quickly, and almost always ended with him in the arms of his commander. It was humiliating to have to make the man care for him as though he was some weak girl, and the process of caring for Ed was obviously draining on the colonel, as his actions had all become ritualized.
Tonight, though, Ed had just finished a check-up with Dr. Knox and felt good enough to stop at the market. He felt better than he had in ages, and he now had news that he thought might lighten Mustang’s mood a bit.
When Mustang arrived back at the house after work, Ed was standing in the kitchen, actually cooking. There weren’t many things the teen could fix, but he had been determined to make sure that what meals he could prepare, he knew how to do well. In a pan, he was searing shrimp, while he mixed some vegetables and noodles in another. He wasn’t quite sure if what he was fixing had a name. He only knew it usually tasted good when he was done.
“You’re cooking,” Roy said, shock registering on the side of his face that wasn’t still somewhat swollen and a lovely shade of purple.
“I felt up to it today,” Ed said, stirring the vegetables and noodles. “You’ve done this enough that I thought I would return the favor.”
“Is it edible?”
While Ed stirred the shrimp with his left hand, he held up his right, the middle digit extended. “Sit down.”
Surprisingly enough, Roy obeyed as Ed brought the plate of vegetables and noodles to the table, dumping half, well a little less than half--he was still growing and was eating for two after all--on Mustang’s plate, the rest on his own. He then topped it off with the shrimp and took his seat across from his commander, waiting a moment until the dark-haired man took his first tentative bite, following it with a satisfied smile.
“I can only cook about five meals, but I do them well,” Ed said, smugly, as he began to eat. “I had another check-up with Dr. Knox today.”
“Has he figured out the dizzy spells or how you are going to, um--”
“I’m ‘going to, um’ by having them cut out. No way in hell am I doing it any other way, but no. We have no idea for either.” Ed poked around the plate for a moment. “But the doc said some of the tests let him know what the babies are.” He looked up at Mustang, whose attention he’d obviously gotten. “It’s a boy and a girl.” He watched as Mustang’s eyes darted down to his stomach and back to his face. “That should make naming them easier.”
Then, it appeared again, that dark cloud that reared its head at least once a day, one that darkened the colonel’s eyes and made Ed shift in his seat a little. “You’ve already decided on names?”
“You mean you don’t want them to be Maes and Riza? Too painful?” The storm passed as quickly as it had come, much to Ed’s relief. There were times when he saw that look on Roy’s face, the icy cold demeanor would remain for hours afterward.
“No, those are perfect,” Mustang said, pushing around a piece of shrimp. “We just hadn’t talked about it.”
Ed didn’t miss the look of guilt in Roy’s eyes. He had to wonder what names the older alchemist thought were going to come out of his mouth. Still, Ed wasn’t used to silence, as Al talked constantly unless he was angry, so he started chatting, asking Roy how his day had been, nearly kicking himself for seeming so domestic.
In return, Mustang asked about the check-up. “Well, Dr. Knox said I will start to show soon, but it won’t be really noticeable for a little while. He told me a lot of the things to expect between the hormones and pregnancy. One was mood swings.”
“You were born with those.”
“Bite me, Colonel Bastard,” Ed said. “Cravings, which started already. Sensitivity to smells and foods, which I noticed a little over the last few days. Speaking of which, could you switch your cologne? When you put it on in the mornings, it makes me want to puke.”
“Lovely language for the dinner table.”
Ed recalled the last portion of the doctor’s list of things to be expected, and he began to blush, not that this was the first time he’d done it around Mustang. Hell, it was becoming a habit. It seemed like every time the two of them were together, at one point of another, Ed was fighting the urge to giggle and blush like a stupid girl. That was not right, and Ed knew it. Guys didn’t giggle. They argued and teased. It was getting damned embarrassing.
“Increased sex drive?” Roy asked, eating quite casually as he did.
Across from him, Ed felt as though his face must have matched his coat. “Um, doc said that, too. How did you--”
“I read up on it.” Unspoken were the words “after Riza told me.” Ed had learned by now how the colonel's tone changed when her name remained unspoken. “A somewhat frightening thought, a teen-aged boy hornier than usual.”
Ed wanted the floor to open up and swallow him. He begged for it to happen, but had no such luck. He was still sitting across from the smug bastard and still trying not to let him realize that this aspect of pregnancy, too, had already manifested itself eight times in the last three days.
Ed also decided that perhaps finishing this meal in silence wasn’t such a bad thing.
********
When Roy woke that night to the sound of a blood-curdling scream, he sat up in bed and bolted to the source of that scream: the guest room, Ed’s room. Roy burst through the door, finding Ed’s face contorted in pain as he laid in a pool of blood that had soaked the blankets from his waist to his knees.
“Ed!” Roy shouted as he moved beside the teen, lifting the blond head in his hands. “What happened?” The screaming continued as Ed seemed to be too far gone to answer. Roy grabbed the telephone at the bedside table, calling Dr. Knox. How much of the message got through to the doctor, Roy wasn’t sure, but it had been clear enough.
Ed was screaming in agony and needed help.