FMA: 52 Flavours, Prompt 11
Title: With Devotion’s Visage
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Theme no.: 11. My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Rating: K
Summary: Winry never does things the usual way. Ed’s sleeping suffers as a result.
Notes: First of three updates for 52_flavours. This also stays in the little universe of Prompt 12, Prompt 33, and Prompt 25, Prompt 35. Because you know there had to be at least one little fic with Winry while she’s pregnant.
11. My lord, you called me. I come. What does the king command?
He was dragged kicking and screaming from sleep by a persistent finger prodding the sensitive spot on his neck, where the metal of his automail met the skin of his shoulder.
“Ed, wake up.” He barely resisted the urge to slap the intruding digit away, choosing instead to mumble something incoherent and burrow further into the blankets. “Ed, I need you!”
Finally he rolled over, squinting in the light coming from the bedside table. “What? What’s wrong?”
Winry was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her long, draping nightgown only accentuating the swell that had only recently began to be noticeable. It was much to his consternation to find that she was not bleary-eyed and sleep-mussed but flushed with excitement and grinning almost manically at him. Sitting up and running one hand through his bangs, he frowned disapprovingly at her. “You’ve been up working again, haven’t you?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” she shrugged, even as Ed’s frown persisted in the knowledge that she was likely to absolutely crash before dinner the following evening. “Come on, I need your help.”
“Winry, I’m not transmuting anything for you at 2 o’clock in the damn morning!” Ed growled, though he found himself firmly pulled from bed nonetheless.
“I was just thinking, Ed,” she gushed, easily ignoring his protests, “about Mr. Fields and how he’s needed something stronger and it’s too late for me to place the order now and I just need to get some steel, Ed-“
“You’re five months pregnant,” Ed pointed out. “You need to get some sleep.”
“After this,” Winry soothed, pushing him ahead of her into the workshop. “I already have the iron sheets, can’t you…” she trailed off at the fierce look Ed was giving her, trying not to look culpable.
“After this,” Ed agreed. “Then you’ll go back to bed?” Winry nodded, trying her best to look innocent, and Ed sighed before giving in. “I need carbon then, if you want steel.”
The sky outside was still dark, and Ed found himself fantasizing about returning to bed - and forcing his delinquent wife to return with him - while he gathered the needed materials, eyeballing the ratio between the iron and the carbon before shrugging and clapping his hands.
“Oh, Ed!” Winry breathed, her eyes lighting up. “It’s perfect! It’s exactly what I need!”
“Wonderful,” he said sarcastically, reaching out to snag her arm in turn. “It’ll still be there in the morning.”
“Oh, but Ed - !” Winry gave one last longing look over her shoulder, though her protests were easily overridden by Ed’s mutterings.
“Up all hours of the night, not even paying attention to your own health, are you? Honestly,” he sighed, complaining to some unseen, sympathetic ear. “Most women crave strange foods. My wife craves alloys.”