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Set post-manga, with spoilers for Ed' sacrifice.
"What did you make? It stinks," Winry asked as she backed out of the kitchen.
"It's just some eggs and bacon," Ed huffed.
"Ugh, it's making me sick," she complained as she raised the collar of her shirt over her nose.
Ed rolled his eyes. "Fine, don't eat it."
Al watched Winry retreat with a raised brow.
"The first day you're back from Xing, and she's still in a mood," Ed grumbled.
"Did you two have a fight?" Al inquired.
Ed laughed. "A fight, try a few," he scoffed as he flipped the eggs over. "Hey, have you discovered which way you like your eggs yet?"
"So you two still pick on each other? Eh, they don't really make fried eggs in Xing, so surprise me."
"Hey, it's not like I mean to, she just takes things the wrong way," he defended himself, his back to Al as he turned the bacon over.
"Sure," Al replied.
"Fine, don't believe me," Ed huffed as he shaved a few slices of bread from a loaf and popped them into the oven. "I think she's getting sick."
Al straightened up. "Really? I could check her out and see," he offered, jumping at the chance to practice rentanjutsu.
Ed flipped the eggs and bacon onto plates and pulled the bread out of the oven, tossing it onto the counter and blowing on his fingertips. "Hot."
"I don't expect it would be cold, Brother," Al teased.
Ed glared at him as he set down the plates on the table. "You're a real joker, you know that."
"It helps with the girls," Al told him.
"Just shut up and eat," Ed ordered.
Al grinned and dug in.
"She insists that she's not sick, so just tell her you want to get some practice in," Ed warned through a mouthful of egg.
Winry opened her eyes as a knock sounded on the door frame.
"Hey, Al. How was the train ride here?" she asked as he moved into the room. Den padded over to him and he bent down to scratch behind her ears.
"I don't think I'm ever going to get used to those train seats. I don't know how Brother did it all those years," he complained.
Winry nodded as she sat up. "He's too stubborn to mention it?" she guessed.
Al shrugged. "Probably. How's business been?"
"Well, it's not as hectic as when Ed was breaking his automail every six months. How was your training?"
Al tried not to smile; the conversation was going exactly where he wanted it to. "Good, but I need to keep practicing," he answered.
"It's more of a medical alchemy. May taught me how to check someone's vitals and pinpoint the cause of certain illnesses, but I'm still a beginner," he explained.
Winry frowned. "I thought you'd pick it up in no time."
Al ran a hand through his hair. "Remember when May tried to teach me when we were up North? It would have been easier if I hadn't known alchemy, it's so similar, but different," he admitted.
Winry nodded. "You can practice on me, just don't mess up anything inside," she said, half joking, half serious.
Al frowned. "I wouldn't even think of practicing on you if I thought something would go wrong," he mumbled.
Winry put up her hands. "I was joking, Al. I trust you," she reassured him.
He crossed his arms. "It's not funny, Winry."
She closed her eyes and rubbed them. "I know, I know. I've just been tired lately, and my sense of humor's a bit off when I'm tired. And I get grumpy. I'm pretty sure I've been picking fights with Ed. I don't mean to, it just happens," she confided. She looked up at him, a steely look in her blue eyes. "Don't tell him I said that, he'll gloat for ages. I think I've been staying up too late working on automail or something."
"I can try and find the source of your fatigue," he offered.
"We'll have to go somewhere you don't mind me using this," he said as he produced a piece of chalk from his pants pocket.
Her eyes widened in surprise, "You're going to draw out the circle?"
"Yeah, It's better doing it the longer way until I have it fully mastered. Helps me remember it," he explained.
"Makes sense," she agreed as she got to her feet. "We'll use the study."
She sat on the edge of Ed's desk while Al drew out the circle, eyes narrowing with suspicion at how quickly he was done with it. In the back of her mind, she wondered if Ed had put Al up to checking on her, but waved off the thought. Al wouldn't, couldn't, be so sneaky.
"Now, you sit here," Al ordered, pointing to the middle of the circle.
"Seems like you've mastered drawing this array," she observed.
"I wouldn't quite say mastered, but I am getting quicker at it," he admitted as she sat down.
Blue light filled the room as he touched his hands to the chalk lines. She shut her eyes against the light. Without Ed using alchemy, she'd forgotten how bright transmutation light was.
"So, anything wrong with me?" she asked as she opened her eyes.
Al was staring at her, his golden eyes so intense she had to look away. He didn't answer her.
"Earth to Al," she called, waving a hand in front of his face.
He shook his head. "Sorry, that happens sometimes," he apologized through a cough.
"So, anything wrong"?" she repeated.
"Wrong…no, nothing at all," he stammered, telling himself that he wasn't lying, nothing was wrong with her.
"Well, I haven't had breakfast yet, so I'm going to go eat," she told him as she stood and dusted the chalk from her pants. "You want any watermelon?" she asked, stopping at the doorway.
"Uh, maybe later," he declined, still crouched on the floor. "I'm gonna clean this up first."
She shrugged off his odd behavior and left him alone.
Al went to the doorway and watched her walk down the stairs. Once she was in the kitchen, he followed, but went to the front door instead of the kitchen.
He circled around the house and found Ed up in a tree, tying rope around a sturdy branch.
Ed saw him and waved. "Hey, Al, remember when Dad put up a tire swing for us?"
Al nodded, he'd loved that tire swing. A memory of the times when he and Ed would fight over who got to use if first sprang to the front of his mind and he smiled, wondering if Elric telepathy really did work. "Brother, you should come down here for a minute," he called.
"I'm almost done," Ed called back.
Al leaned against the tree, waiting.
"Hey, you're in the way," Ed whined.
Al looked up. "Can't you jump down from there?"
"And break my automail? Winry'd really kill me then."
"I don't know about that. Not now, but maybe in about nine months" Al mused, but moved aside.
"Huh? Why?" Ed asked, as he planted his feet on the ground.
Al grinned. "So, uh, you and Winry have gotten quite close, huh?" he teased.
Ed blushed. He didn't really discuss things like that with his younger brother...or anyone for that matter. "What's it matter?" he huffed.
"Well, if you aren't, then someone else must be the father," Al said matter-of-factly, still grinning down at Ed.
"The fa—father?" Ed stuttered, golden irises almost lost in the whites of his eyes as they widened.
Al steered Ed to the newly hung swing.
"Nothing's wrong with her, and it's not that time of the month, she's pregnant," Al elucidated.
Ed looked down at the gnarled tree roots and, for a moment, Al thought his brother was going to pass out, but when Ed looked up at him, a goofy grin was plastered across his face.
"I'm going to be a father," Ed declared.
Al nodded. Ed's smile faltered. "Did you tell her?" he asked.
"You told me you wanted to know what I found out first," Al reminded him.
"Good. Don't tell her yet," Ed requested.
"I wonder how long it will take before she realizes it. Now that you've told me, it makes sense," Ed murmured.
"You can't tell her you know, or else she'll kill me for keeping it secret," Al agreed.
Ed extended his hand, and they shook on it.
"Want to help me make a few calls?" Ed asked, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"What're you doing, let me do that," Ed snapped when he saw Winry taking a load of parts down to her workroom.
"I can get it," she argued.
"Let me do it," he insisted, already wrapping his arms around the box.
"Why all this help all of a sudden?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. "Do you want something?"
"I'm just trying to be a gentleman," he clarified.
"A gentleman…you?" she said through laughter.
"Hey, I can be nice," he told her.
"Fine, you can take it, I promised Granny I'd be over to help make dinner, anyways," she gave in.
Ed smiled in triumph and took the box from her.
"You and Al better not be late, we're making stew," she called as he started down the stairs.
"We're never late for stew," he called back.
She rolled her eyes, wondering what his true intentions were with how much he'd been hovering over her lately; it seemed like he wouldn't let her lift a finger if it wasn't necessary.
Pinako frowned as she held back her granddaughter's hair.
"Sorry," Winry murmured as she wiped her mouth. "My stomach's just been a little sensitive lately."
She didn't quite approve of the brother's keeping Winry's condition secret from the mother-to-be, but she could hold out just a couple more hours. At least this would give her an excuse to keep Winry from going into the living room.
"Why don't you go rest up in your old room, I'll finish dinner," Pinako suggested.
"I think I'll do that," Winry agreed.
Winry's stomach rumbled as she woke up, or maybe she woke up because her stomach rumbled, she wasn't quite sure, but when she opened her eyes Ed was leaning against the door frame, a smile stretched across his face.
"'M hungry," she mumbled as she stretched.
"C'mon, dinner's ready," he said, stretching out his hand to her.
She smiled up at him as he pulled her to her feet; maybe he was a gentleman after all.
"Ed, what's going on?" she asked as they walked down the stairs in the dark.
"You'll see," he told her, and as the words left his lips the lights flickered on to reveal a house full of guests. "Congratulations," everyone shouted.
"Ed, it's not my birthday until next month," she whispered.
"Read the signs, you dork," he said through laughter.
She looked across the room and her free hand went to her mouth as everything clicked: the nausea, vomiting, mood swings, cravings, and fatigue.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, and she singled out Al. "You lied to me," she accused, shaking her finger at him.
"No, nothing's wrong with you," he told her.
"I can't believe you two kept this a secret for a week. You're horrible," she hissed. "Next time, just tell me, don't make such a big production of it," she chastised.
"Next time?" Ed asked, eyebrows lifting in surprise.
She frowned. "What? You don't want a next time?" she inquired.
"You hear that, she hasn't even had the first one and she already wants another," Gracia remarked, beaming down at Elycia.
Ed gently squeezed Winry's hand. "You're amazing, you know that?" he asked in a whisper.
"Not awesome?" she asked, recalling his words when she'd helped deliver Satera's baby.
"Awesome, too," he told her.
"That's right, just keeping complimenting her," Havoc advised, earning him a smack to the back of the head from Rebecca and a stern look from Riza. Roy laughed, but refrained from commenting at Havoc's punishment.
"Well, what are you two still doing up on the stairs, get down here and celebrate already," Pinako demanded, thumping her cane on the floor for emphasis
A.N. - Originally posted to fmagiftexchange lj for the propmt "breaking the news of her pregnancy in a different way; he, or someone else figures it out before she does". I think it also fits the prompt lie for this challenge quite well. Hopefully, my hand will back to 100% soon and I'll be able to work on my other for reading!
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