Month the Eighth
Title: Month the Eighth
Rating: PG
Fandom: FMA
Spoilers/Warnings: Set after the manga.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Theme: Hot Temper
Summery: The baby was making Riza very grumpy.
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Month the Eighth
Her feet hurt. And her back, and Riza really wished that this was all over with. Couldn't she just get to the part where she actually had the baby? With a groan, Riza leaned back in the chair. It didn't really help that she had nothing much to do either. She had just gone on maternity leave in the last month, and she was already bored to tears. It didn't help that her feet were swollen and that moving around too much was uncomfortable. She could only read so many books before she got bored.
Riza ran a hand through her hair. She knew that she had been more than a little cranky with everyone lately. It wasn't her fault. It was her idiot of a husband who had gotten her pregnant, but she was the one who had to suffer. She wasn't sure if sending the man out at all hours of the night in order to satisfying her cravings for things like pineapple juice or salted mackerel with orange marmalade was punishment enough. After all, he wasn't the one who had backaches, swollen feet, and looked like a whale.
She was definitely ready for the baby to arrive.
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Rating: PG
Fandom: FMA
Spoilers/Warnings: Set after the manga.
Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or its characters.
Theme: Hot Temper
Summery: The baby was making Riza very grumpy.
Previous
Month the Eighth
Her feet hurt. And her back, and Riza really wished that this was all over with. Couldn't she just get to the part where she actually had the baby? With a groan, Riza leaned back in the chair. It didn't really help that she had nothing much to do either. She had just gone on maternity leave in the last month, and she was already bored to tears. It didn't help that her feet were swollen and that moving around too much was uncomfortable. She could only read so many books before she got bored.
Riza ran a hand through her hair. She knew that she had been more than a little cranky with everyone lately. It wasn't her fault. It was her idiot of a husband who had gotten her pregnant, but she was the one who had to suffer. She wasn't sure if sending the man out at all hours of the night in order to satisfying her cravings for things like pineapple juice or salted mackerel with orange marmalade was punishment enough. After all, he wasn't the one who had backaches, swollen feet, and looked like a whale.
She was definitely ready for the baby to arrive.
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