B is for Baby (Mustang x Hawkeye) Alphabet for FMA_OT4
Title: B is for Baby!
Author: SeaweedOtter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Roy/Riza, Maes/Gracia, vague mention of foursome
Spoilers/Warnings: none, really, though there is a mention of Ishbal.
Summary: And baby makes… five?
Author’s Note: This was done for the fma_ot4 community, for their Alphabet Challenge. It’s the first time I’ve written an OT4, so I hope I did okay. I missed “A” but I hope to do the rest of the alphabet!
“She’s what?!?” Roy tried- unsuccessfully- not to spit out the coffee that he had been drinking when Riza told him the news.
“Pregnant. Yes. I know. I was just as surprised when she told me.”
Roy sighed and put the mug down, not even caring that the liquid had gone cold hours ago. It was already lunch time and he was still working on his first cup. He massaged his temples and closed his eyes. “Well, that changes everything,” he muttered, more to himself, though Hawkeyes’ ears were just as sharp as her vision.
“Yes, it will. We… didn’t really discuss that. She was so excited. You know she and Maes have been trying to have a child for a while, and they’re both so happy. That really is what’s most important. I think you’d agree, right?”
The alchemist nodded his head, making a non-committal grunt. “I’m… sorry that I can’t do that for you, Riza,” he said, his head in his hands and his dark eyes studying the whorls and grain of his stained wood desk. “I hate it, you know I do. But right now, we have to be secretive about this relationship. When I become Fuhrer, I’ll change that. I’ll marry you and we’ll have a real family. But until then…”
“Until then, no one else can know. I understand.” Roy sighed. He knew the underlying sadness in his lover’s voice, and it killed him. Damn Maes and Gracia. Why did they get to have a perfect life, getting married and having a child? Didn’t Riza deserve that?
Did he deserve that?
He shook his head. He didn’t care about what he deserved. He was a terrible man who did a lot of horrible things. But Riza- well- she was in Ishbal too, she saw the atrocities that he had, but she deserved better. He wanted to give her the world, and if sacrificing his own desires would help him become Fuhrer and give her the life she deserved, then Hell itself couldn’t stop him from getting there.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered again, his forehead making a dull thud as it hit the wooden desk.
Roy felt Riza’s soft hand on his shoulder through the material of his military issued jacket. She leaned down, and for a brief moment, he smelt the sweet perfume of her scent when she gave him a kiss on the side of his neck. “It’s okay. I understand, Roy. I love you- no matter what, and I ‘ll wait for the day when we don’t have to hide our love behind closed doors. But until then…” she smiled and stood up, straightening her jacket and adopting a serious face. “Get back to signing those papers, sir. It is past time for your lunch break to be over.”
Roy slipped the cool, collected mask back onto his face and looked up at her with a knowing smile. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin as she opened the door and walked back to a sea of confused faces in the outer office.
Author: SeaweedOtter
Rating: PG
Pairing: Roy/Riza, Maes/Gracia, vague mention of foursome
Spoilers/Warnings: none, really, though there is a mention of Ishbal.
Summary: And baby makes… five?
Author’s Note: This was done for the fma_ot4 community, for their Alphabet Challenge. It’s the first time I’ve written an OT4, so I hope I did okay. I missed “A” but I hope to do the rest of the alphabet!
“She’s what?!?” Roy tried- unsuccessfully- not to spit out the coffee that he had been drinking when Riza told him the news.
“Pregnant. Yes. I know. I was just as surprised when she told me.”
Roy sighed and put the mug down, not even caring that the liquid had gone cold hours ago. It was already lunch time and he was still working on his first cup. He massaged his temples and closed his eyes. “Well, that changes everything,” he muttered, more to himself, though Hawkeyes’ ears were just as sharp as her vision.
“Yes, it will. We… didn’t really discuss that. She was so excited. You know she and Maes have been trying to have a child for a while, and they’re both so happy. That really is what’s most important. I think you’d agree, right?”
The alchemist nodded his head, making a non-committal grunt. “I’m… sorry that I can’t do that for you, Riza,” he said, his head in his hands and his dark eyes studying the whorls and grain of his stained wood desk. “I hate it, you know I do. But right now, we have to be secretive about this relationship. When I become Fuhrer, I’ll change that. I’ll marry you and we’ll have a real family. But until then…”
“Until then, no one else can know. I understand.” Roy sighed. He knew the underlying sadness in his lover’s voice, and it killed him. Damn Maes and Gracia. Why did they get to have a perfect life, getting married and having a child? Didn’t Riza deserve that?
Did he deserve that?
He shook his head. He didn’t care about what he deserved. He was a terrible man who did a lot of horrible things. But Riza- well- she was in Ishbal too, she saw the atrocities that he had, but she deserved better. He wanted to give her the world, and if sacrificing his own desires would help him become Fuhrer and give her the life she deserved, then Hell itself couldn’t stop him from getting there.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered again, his forehead making a dull thud as it hit the wooden desk.
Roy felt Riza’s soft hand on his shoulder through the material of his military issued jacket. She leaned down, and for a brief moment, he smelt the sweet perfume of her scent when she gave him a kiss on the side of his neck. “It’s okay. I understand, Roy. I love you- no matter what, and I ‘ll wait for the day when we don’t have to hide our love behind closed doors. But until then…” she smiled and stood up, straightening her jacket and adopting a serious face. “Get back to signing those papers, sir. It is past time for your lunch break to be over.”
Roy slipped the cool, collected mask back onto his face and looked up at her with a knowing smile. “Yes, ma’am,” he replied with a grin as she opened the door and walked back to a sea of confused faces in the outer office.