(Takes place after li'l Mustang's birth. Like, RIGHT AFTER. Then twelve weeks later.)

"So, how are my girls?" Roy asked softly. He brushed a finger against the dark, fuzzy little mop atop his newborn daughter's head, then brushed a stray strand of blond hair behind Riza's ear affectionately.

"This is going to sound odd," Riza mumbled, half-in-half-out of consciousness, "but I've never felt better." She looked up. "Do you want to hold her?"

Roy chuckled. Mimicking the thing she had said whenever he asked her the famous question about a certain goal, he replied, "You know there's no need to ask." He took the little girl and began to bounce her just a little bit. "Hey, Kai. It's your daddy."


"Kai Maes Mustang. Our little girl," Roy announced proudly to the men in the Mustang apartment. Riza sat next to him on the couch, bouncing the giggling Kai on her knee.

In a rare moment, Havoc had no cigarette. He was the first to come over, tickling Kai's chin. She giggled again and waved her arms. "Well aren't you cute," he muttered. Unable to contain his joy, he cried, "Yes! A girl who finally likes me!"

"Havoc, you're forgetting just whose daughter you're talking about," Riza reprimanded, her face suddenly darkening.

"You've been around Roy too long if you're taking it that way," Havoc mumbled.

Roy rose from the couch. "Who's the one who could never get a girlfriend?"

The tension was rising. All was silent.

"Kehtschooo!" Kai sneezed. She blinked once and looked up drowsily at Havoc, who was twitching. She began to laugh.

Everyone relaxed.

Fuery was the next to come up. When he bent down, she laughed and grabbed his glasses, eerily reminiscent of that day in the hospital. Even more so was the fact that she shoved them at her mother. Riza looked surprised, then laughed.

"A little flirt from day eighty-four," she muttered. "You're going to be just like your father."

"Hey- double the fun, double the joy, right?" Roy asked, slinging an arm around her shoulder.

Everyone laughed.

With a wry smile on her face, Riza quipped, "I guess she'll just have to learn how to use a gun. I can't scare everyone off now then, can I?"

"Just leave a few for me," Roy told her.

"Knowing you three, you'll have to," Breda smirked. "She's got beautiful parents. If you ever need any help, just let me know."

"Now, now, we can't spoil her… can we?" Fuery begged. "She's already got those eyes, and I swear, if she asks me to shoot myself, I will-"

Riza and Roy traded glances and began to laugh again.

Havoc sighed. "Dammit, we can't use the kid to curry favor! Sure is cute, though." He took Kai, with Riza's permission, and waltzed around the room. "Kid, don't ever join the military. Just marry Armstrong's sister's son. It'll work out so much better."

At the mention of marriage, both parents stiffened.

"Marriage?" Roy raised an eyebrow.

Riza shut her eyes and sighed. "Havoc, mention Kai's marriage before she's thirty, and I will kill you."

Breda let out a loud cough that sounded much like. "Maes complex!" and grinned at Havoc.

"Get out of our apartment!" Roy and Riza ordered in unison.

The four men let out loud groans as Havoc handed Kai back and they grabbed their coats.

Fuery, who hung back just slightly, heard as the door closed, "Is it really ever too early to start looking?"

END

A/N: I don't really like where I left this, but it works well enough for my purposes. Certainly not my best, but I do standalone one-shots far better than two-shots and chapter stories.

BUT PLEASE, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, REVIEW! IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME, AND NOT JUST THIS STORY, BUT MY OTHERS! How can I get better if you don't help me?