Hello again! I’m back! And on the laptop! Ohhhhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhh! Yes, I’m crazy. Didn’t we go over this already? Anyway, on with the story. It has been about two or three years. That would make Ed and Winry about 23 or 22. Al would be about 22 or 21. Most likely 21.

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Winry stared up at the ceiling and sighed. I should get up. I should make breakfast. No… I should get Ed up and have him make breakfast. That’s a good idea.

“Ow,” she muttered turning over so she could see him. ”Ed? Wake up.”

“Hmmm?” Ed responded, still half-asleep. “What time is it?”

“Umm…about 5am,” Winry responded sheepishly.

“I’m going back to bed,” Ed mumbled. “Wake me up in two hours.”

“Ed,” Winry wined. “Please! I starving and my stomach hurts.”

“Are you okay,” Ed asked, sitting up abruptly. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“No, that’s okay. But I was wondering,” Winry began. “Could you make breakfast?”

Grumbling, Ed got up and cursed himself under him breath. “I love you!” Winry shouted out the door.

Ed grumbled a response, walking back through the door, and leaned over Winry and kissed her and her swelling stomach. “I love you,” Ed told her. Putting his hand on Winry’s stomach, Ed continued “I love you, too.”

Sighing, Ed walked towards the door and asked, “Pancakes, then?”

“Sure,” she said, the perkiness returning to her voice.

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Returning to the room, this time with pancakes, Ed moaned when he realized Winry had fallen asleep. He sat down at the edge of the bed and began to munch on the cooling pancakes. Ed looked down when he felt a tug on his sleeve.

“Share,” Winry demanded, apparently awake. He handed her a rolled-up pancake, the two chewed quietly until Winry swallowed and began to talk.

“When are you heading back to Central?” Winry asked.

“Next week,” Ed responded. “I’m sorry…”

“Can I come?” Winry continued before Ed could protest, “I could stay in the hotel with you and you wouldn’t have to worry about me getting hurt. We’d be in Central for Pete’s sake. Please Ed? I miss you, we miss you.”

Ed stayed silent for a moment before speaking, “Oh all right, but-”

Winry squealed in delight, and would have thrown her arms around him if her swollen stomach would have allowed her to. She scouted towards Ed and put her arms around his neck and squeezed him lightly.

“I love you!” She squealed.

“You keep saying that, but-”

“You keep saying but.” Winry said, interrupting Ed again. He leaned and kissed her.

“How about I talk, and you eat,” Ed asked sweetly, kissing her again. “You can come, but you need to stay either with me or with another military escort, okay?”

Winry smiled. “As long as you don’t go out on a mission I’ll be fine. If you do… I guess I’ll have to stay with Riza.”

“Fine, can I go back to sleep now?” Ed asked, wondering if he’d get any sleep before the baby was born.

“I’m not sure you want too… You have to get up in about half-an-hour.”

Ed groaned. “I miss the days when we went to bed late and slept in.”

“I miss the days when we slept,” Winry said grimly as Ed let out another groan.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know it’s short but it was all I could come up with. The writing bug bit me, and now the swelling is going down. I blame the bug and distractions. This is kind of like a prequel, sorry. It really lets you know what’s going on and what will be happening later on. This baby is going to make a grand entrance, let me tell you! I mean, come on. It is Ed and Winry’s child. Next time the lovely couple goes to Central and we get to see Riza! Yeah! She happens to be one of my favorite characters. :)

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