((\:Author's Note: The sequel is FINALLY here! Finally! Yey! Yey! Yey! Well, obviously, if you haven't read the first part, then you won't really get any of this, so GO READ Unrequited Love! Go on now! Get! And, for all of you loyal readers, I LOVE YOU! And thank you so much for putting up with me!:/))

Roy paced frantically back and forth.

No one was telling him anything. All he knew came from the hints of conversations taking place behind the door. How he longed to be in there, with Riza,... with his new baby as soon as it was born. But he was so scared. He had never been so afraid in all of his life. So this was the fear that Maes had described to him.

The doctor came into view at the end of the hallway. Running his hand through his sweaty hair, Roy ran the length of the hallway.

"How is she? How's my Riza? How's the baby? May I go in?" Questions poured out of Roy's mouth. He was so worried that something could happen to Riza. He didn't know what he'd do without her. He'd never be able to forgive himself if he lost her.

"She's doing as well as can be expected. It will still be some time before the baby comes. I think it best if you don't come in and get in the way. Let us do our work."

Roy swallowed hard and tried to nod back, when from behind the door he heard a scream.

He didn't even hesitate as he shoulder-barreled into the doctor and ran in the door.

"Sir! You're not sterile!" the doctor yelled behind him. "Get out of here!"

Roy sighed audibly in relief when he saw Riza appeared to be okay. Her face was strained in pain, and her eyes were watering, but other than that, she seemed fine, for the time being. He rushed to her side and held her hand, caressing it between his thumb and fingers.

Just seeing her face was a relief. She was swollen in the full flush of pregnancy and as beautiful as Roy had ever seen her.

As if reading his very thoughts, she whispered to him, "It's okay, Roy. I'm fine. Really,... I mean, yes it hurts, but I can deal with it. You shouldn't worry about me so much."

"Ma'am?" the doctor inquired, "is he bothering you in here?"

"Bothering me? I don't think so. He's fine doctor. Please, let him stay."

"Thank you," Roy whispered back to her.

Riza grimaced through another contraction, ready to have this over with.

Roy bit his lip. He hated to see Riza in pain.

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A few hours later, Roy whiped tears from his eyes with a thumb. Watching his radiant wife peacefully holding his their child,... it was the most calming, and humbling feeling Roy had ever experienced.

He sat down on the bed beside Riza and cradled her with one arm. He could only guess at how tired she really was. She smiled weakly at him.

The earlier fear was now replaced with a fear the he would somehow hurt his wife or his son. They both looked so fragile. How could he ever be gentle enough?

With a shaking hand, he reached out to stoke his son's hair with a finger. Riza smiled at him.

"It's okay. Go ahead. You're not going to hurt him. Go on."

He was trembling. He couldn't remember ever doing that. His son's thick mop of black hair was the softest thing he had ever felt. He nearly recalled his hand, afraid. He stroked his son's head.

"So," he asked his wife, "have you decided on a name?"

"Yes," she nodded, smiling. "Thank you for letting me choose."

"You're welcome. And so,...?"

She looked up at him, her eyes shining, "Maes. Maes."

This time Roy didn't bite his lip to stop the tears. He wrapped his arms around Riza and laid his head on her shoulder.

"Thank you. You don't know how much that meant to me."