And Baby Makes Three; PG-13
Title: And Baby Makes Three
Artist/Author: suspicious
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Rated a little high due to a certain Alchemist's wandering mind.
Word Count: 1,426
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in the slightest.
Your prompt: Some future stuff. Like having baby, :)
• • •
Ed was always the man who wanted to learn, to explore. Having a child, a baby girl at that, was definitely a learning experience. Feedings at odd hours, diaper changes, and the occasional piercing cry… those were just the preliminaries. Even if his mother were around to help, he still would’ve been over his head. Regardless, he would’ve still been over his head and enjoying it. He may have griped, complained, whined and moaned, but when he would lay around with his little girl, it almost choked him up how in awe of her he was. It choked him up how easily he would throw his life away for hers.
He had never been more grateful for sleepless nights in his lifetime.
The miracle of birth was one thing. When Winry had told him that she was pregnant, fresh into their new marriage, he didn’t know how to grasp the news. After it had settled, of course, he was off the walls with excitement. The biology of creating a new life-the one time he could actually create life and be happy with giving a piece of himself up-had occurred.
The actual pregnancy was a nightmare. Winry was already moody as it was without the extra hormones going crazy. The extra bout of horniness that came with the pregnancy was a pleasant surprise, but other than that, he made sure to be extra attentive and to try and stay as far away from fighting as he could. The keyword was ‘try’ and that effort didn’t last long. They were fighting about every little thing, about how he wasn’t reading the baby books when she asked him to-see: yelled at him for an hour. At that point, they were fed up with each other, skirting around the house to avoid each other.
As he and Winry normally did, they fell back into being with each other silently. He slept in the bed again when she told him she was lonely, and they made gentle love when she described the extent of her loneliness. She felt ugly, and Ed proved to her in many ways that she was the most beautiful creature on the planet.
• • •
The fight to get Winry to stop working was the biggest fight of them all. She wanted to continue tinkering with her automail, even for a little bit each day. He sat with her, once, and the amount of times he saw her cringe in discomfort or mess up something and cry decided for him that he would keep her from working until the baby came. She ordered a compromise. He couldn’t do alchemy until the baby was born, either. Why should she be the one to give up her passion?
Ed begrudgingly accepted the compromise and began to read the baby books as if they were thriller novels, his nose deep into the page before flipping eagerly to the next one. When she saw his excitement towards the subject of their unborn child, Winry made him a luxurious dinner that night.
Pinako would’ve been proud.
• • •
The labor had been difficult for the both of them. Ed almost lost his other hand because of her iron grip; when there were threats of replacing another piece of his anatomy with automail, he pushed more and more ice into his wife’s mouth in order to cool her down.
Every bit of anger had been forgotten immediately when the small, almost too small, wiggling, wailing bundle was placed in Winry's arms. Ed stood there with his arm around his wife, too in awe to speak. This woman, the woman he had fallen in love with so long ago, had created life with him. She had delivered life before and he was so taken with her in that moment; now, she was on the other side of that process, and he couldn’t love her any less than he did at that moment.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Winry spoke, and the baby hushed at the sound of her mother’s voice. “We’ve both been waiting for you, baby.”
Ed nodded, not trusting his voice. His throat constricted roughly with every swallow as he watched his two girls. He knew he was close to crying, but he wouldn’t say a word to give that away.
• • •
When Winry had begun breastfeeding, well… that was an interesting day in their household. No matter how many times she did it, it caught him off guard.
Edward had come home from a trip to into the town in order to pick up some necessities. He saw her with her top open with the baby nestled against her breast having a meal. The small tuft of blonde hair on his daughter’s head was resting against the milky skin of his wife’s breast.
The bag had dropped from his hand and fell to the ground with a loud thud. His mouth was open as if he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t. He knew this was a natural, beautiful thing. He knew. He also knew that he should be used to seeing her breasts. The act, however, was so overtly maternal and natural that it brought him right back to that state of awe. Awe and arousal for what that development could mean for them when the time to have sex came back around for them again.
“Would this be the only way you’d drink milk?” Winry asked without looking up at him to see his expression. She knew how taken he was with her breasts, already, and how he enjoyed suckling on them in the same manner.
“Maybe,” he replied, his voice rough as he continued to watch the scene before him. He wasn’t able to tear his eyes away. “Just maybe.”
• • •
The amount of pictures Ed carried around in his wallet almost, almost rivaled a certain man-may he rest in peace-and his collection.
When Winry had gone into his wallet to grab a tip for the milkman, she couldn’t help but laugh. She had approached her husband who was lying on the couch with their little one resting on his chest. In the hand that wasn’t holding her was a book.
“I’m sure a picture of Sarah throwing up would complete the collection of her life in your wallet.” She pouted. “You don’t even have a picture of me in there. There’s Al in here with the baby, but not me. Was I out of the country when your little photo shoot occurred?”
“Why were you in my wallet?” he questioned, keeping his voice low and movement little in order to not wake the slumbering child.
“I had to grab a couple of cenz. Besides, that’s not what we’re talking about. I didn’t even know we had a camera.”
“I borrowed it.”
“From? Oh, no,” she said, giving him a wry look. She already knew. “You didn’t borrow it from Roy, did you?”
“I could only keep it for a couple of days, though,” he said, frowning. “I wanted it for a week but he wouldn’t let me.”
“You still owe him money,” she said, referring to the money he borrowed before the Promised Day and his agreement of giving it back when he became Fuhrer. “Why would he let you keep his camera? I’m sure he needs to harass his children with it, too.”
“It’s not harassment!”
“Oh, please. If Mr. Hughes were around to see you… you and Roy, even… he would have a field day laughing at your sorry asses.”
“No, he wouldn’t!”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“He would be sharing his pictures, too.”
• • •
Ed would never say it out loud, but having a baby girl had made him softer than he used to be. He became more patient, just as a parent had to be. To have someone rely on him and give him unconditional love was what he didn’t know he needed. He didn’t know the piece of his heart that had been torn out by the death of his mother could be replaced by being a parent, himself.
Sarah may have been a brat, but she was his brat.
With blond hair and bright blue eyes, it was hard to say that this child was anything but beautiful. She would grow into her own and be even more gorgeous-especially in his eyes. But even now, fragile and new to the world, she was his, and that in itself gave him more hope for the future than anything else in his lifetime had.
Artist/Author: suspicious
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Rated a little high due to a certain Alchemist's wandering mind.
Word Count: 1,426
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist in the slightest.
Your prompt: Some future stuff. Like having baby, :)
• • •
Ed was always the man who wanted to learn, to explore. Having a child, a baby girl at that, was definitely a learning experience. Feedings at odd hours, diaper changes, and the occasional piercing cry… those were just the preliminaries. Even if his mother were around to help, he still would’ve been over his head. Regardless, he would’ve still been over his head and enjoying it. He may have griped, complained, whined and moaned, but when he would lay around with his little girl, it almost choked him up how in awe of her he was. It choked him up how easily he would throw his life away for hers.
He had never been more grateful for sleepless nights in his lifetime.
The miracle of birth was one thing. When Winry had told him that she was pregnant, fresh into their new marriage, he didn’t know how to grasp the news. After it had settled, of course, he was off the walls with excitement. The biology of creating a new life-the one time he could actually create life and be happy with giving a piece of himself up-had occurred.
The actual pregnancy was a nightmare. Winry was already moody as it was without the extra hormones going crazy. The extra bout of horniness that came with the pregnancy was a pleasant surprise, but other than that, he made sure to be extra attentive and to try and stay as far away from fighting as he could. The keyword was ‘try’ and that effort didn’t last long. They were fighting about every little thing, about how he wasn’t reading the baby books when she asked him to-see: yelled at him for an hour. At that point, they were fed up with each other, skirting around the house to avoid each other.
As he and Winry normally did, they fell back into being with each other silently. He slept in the bed again when she told him she was lonely, and they made gentle love when she described the extent of her loneliness. She felt ugly, and Ed proved to her in many ways that she was the most beautiful creature on the planet.
• • •
The fight to get Winry to stop working was the biggest fight of them all. She wanted to continue tinkering with her automail, even for a little bit each day. He sat with her, once, and the amount of times he saw her cringe in discomfort or mess up something and cry decided for him that he would keep her from working until the baby came. She ordered a compromise. He couldn’t do alchemy until the baby was born, either. Why should she be the one to give up her passion?
Ed begrudgingly accepted the compromise and began to read the baby books as if they were thriller novels, his nose deep into the page before flipping eagerly to the next one. When she saw his excitement towards the subject of their unborn child, Winry made him a luxurious dinner that night.
Pinako would’ve been proud.
• • •
The labor had been difficult for the both of them. Ed almost lost his other hand because of her iron grip; when there were threats of replacing another piece of his anatomy with automail, he pushed more and more ice into his wife’s mouth in order to cool her down.
Every bit of anger had been forgotten immediately when the small, almost too small, wiggling, wailing bundle was placed in Winry's arms. Ed stood there with his arm around his wife, too in awe to speak. This woman, the woman he had fallen in love with so long ago, had created life with him. She had delivered life before and he was so taken with her in that moment; now, she was on the other side of that process, and he couldn’t love her any less than he did at that moment.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” Winry spoke, and the baby hushed at the sound of her mother’s voice. “We’ve both been waiting for you, baby.”
Ed nodded, not trusting his voice. His throat constricted roughly with every swallow as he watched his two girls. He knew he was close to crying, but he wouldn’t say a word to give that away.
• • •
When Winry had begun breastfeeding, well… that was an interesting day in their household. No matter how many times she did it, it caught him off guard.
Edward had come home from a trip to into the town in order to pick up some necessities. He saw her with her top open with the baby nestled against her breast having a meal. The small tuft of blonde hair on his daughter’s head was resting against the milky skin of his wife’s breast.
The bag had dropped from his hand and fell to the ground with a loud thud. His mouth was open as if he wanted to say something, anything, but couldn’t. He knew this was a natural, beautiful thing. He knew. He also knew that he should be used to seeing her breasts. The act, however, was so overtly maternal and natural that it brought him right back to that state of awe. Awe and arousal for what that development could mean for them when the time to have sex came back around for them again.
“Would this be the only way you’d drink milk?” Winry asked without looking up at him to see his expression. She knew how taken he was with her breasts, already, and how he enjoyed suckling on them in the same manner.
“Maybe,” he replied, his voice rough as he continued to watch the scene before him. He wasn’t able to tear his eyes away. “Just maybe.”
• • •
The amount of pictures Ed carried around in his wallet almost, almost rivaled a certain man-may he rest in peace-and his collection.
When Winry had gone into his wallet to grab a tip for the milkman, she couldn’t help but laugh. She had approached her husband who was lying on the couch with their little one resting on his chest. In the hand that wasn’t holding her was a book.
“I’m sure a picture of Sarah throwing up would complete the collection of her life in your wallet.” She pouted. “You don’t even have a picture of me in there. There’s Al in here with the baby, but not me. Was I out of the country when your little photo shoot occurred?”
“Why were you in my wallet?” he questioned, keeping his voice low and movement little in order to not wake the slumbering child.
“I had to grab a couple of cenz. Besides, that’s not what we’re talking about. I didn’t even know we had a camera.”
“I borrowed it.”
“From? Oh, no,” she said, giving him a wry look. She already knew. “You didn’t borrow it from Roy, did you?”
“I could only keep it for a couple of days, though,” he said, frowning. “I wanted it for a week but he wouldn’t let me.”
“You still owe him money,” she said, referring to the money he borrowed before the Promised Day and his agreement of giving it back when he became Fuhrer. “Why would he let you keep his camera? I’m sure he needs to harass his children with it, too.”
“It’s not harassment!”
“Oh, please. If Mr. Hughes were around to see you… you and Roy, even… he would have a field day laughing at your sorry asses.”
“No, he wouldn’t!”
“Oh, and why is that?”
“He would be sharing his pictures, too.”
• • •
Ed would never say it out loud, but having a baby girl had made him softer than he used to be. He became more patient, just as a parent had to be. To have someone rely on him and give him unconditional love was what he didn’t know he needed. He didn’t know the piece of his heart that had been torn out by the death of his mother could be replaced by being a parent, himself.
Sarah may have been a brat, but she was his brat.
With blond hair and bright blue eyes, it was hard to say that this child was anything but beautiful. She would grow into her own and be even more gorgeous-especially in his eyes. But even now, fragile and new to the world, she was his, and that in itself gave him more hope for the future than anything else in his lifetime had.