Disclaimer: I don't own the world of FullMetal Alchemist: Hiromu Arakawa is the creator.
A/N: I just HAD to do this...it wasn't planned at all though, and the idea for this just came to me on the night of June 3, 2011 while I was writing a scene that will appear in one of my upcoming stories. As I wrote it, a thought just kinda hit me out of the blue: "Hey, how would Edward react to feeling his baby move?" And so, this is the result of that tiny idea. By the way, Chezlo Novak is just someone I made up, but isn't his name awesome? I had a lot of fun on this little extra scene and I hope you all enjoy it!
Winry had just begun to wash the dishes, her hair wound up in a bun to keep it out of her face, when Edward came back into the house, slamming the door behind him as he did. That damn Chezlo Novak had come for the third time that month, asking Ed once again to reconsider the idea of selling the land where his home had once been before he'd burned it to the ground. And, just as he had the last two times, Edward had told him no, that he wasn't going to sell it and to get off his back. This time, his temper had finally gotten out of hand and he'd ended up releasing several curse words, all directed to the agent and his superiors, but at least he would get the message and just leave him alone.
He walked into the house, straight to the kitchen and toward Winry, sighing tiredly. When he reached her, he dropped his head onto her shoulder dramatically, and she laughed.
"Big meeting, huh?" she asked.
"I wish he'd just leave me alone," he complained, slumping away from her and to the cabinet to grab a glass. Once he had it, he popped a few ice cubes in, then filled it up with sweet tea and took a long swallow. "I already told him we weren't going to sell in, but did he listen? No. He went to Al before he came here."
"Really? Well, at least he knows what he wants," Winry commented.
"He's a greedy, beady eyed little man who wants me to smash his face in, that's what he wants," Ed growled after taking another gulp of drink.
Winry's hands froze, and she looked away from her dishes and up to her husband. "You…you didn't hit him, did you?" she inquired anxiously.
Edward gave her a slightly annoyed look, then rolled his eyes good naturedly. "No, I didn't," he said, placing the glass down next to the sink. "There. You can wash that one too."
"Or you could wash dishes and I could relax," she countered.
"Yeah, but where's the fun it that?"
"Well, I'd personally love to see you in an apron."
Ed blushed lightly, then smirked down at his wife, eyeing the light pink item that covered her clothes. "Yeah, that's not gonna happen."
"I have ways, Edward Elric," she replied mysteriously, drying her hands off on a towel.
She stood in front of him and reached her arms up behind his neck, twirling his ponytail before she pulled it softly. "We could start by cutting this off. You know, make you look like a real man," she said jokingly.
Edward glared at her in mock anger, hands skimming over her pregnant belly before traveling to her hips. "I'm plenty man. I think Junior there's proof enough."
Ed barked out a laugh, grinning at Winry as she pulled back from him, her cheeks pink at his implication. While Winry was more comfortable with the soft words spoken late at night and the feel of being in his arms, Edward had quickly adapted to finding more pleasure when it came to sex and making obvious references to their love life because he simply enjoyed it so much; plus, it always made Winry slightly nervous, even after being married for almost a year and having a baby due in twelve weeks.
"Ed, that's not funny," she replied, cheeks still lightly stained.
He simply laughed again, loving every minute of this.
A strangled breath suddenly broke from Winry's mouth, and her eyes went wide, causing him to freeze. He watched her carefully, trying to keep himself calm. "Winry? What's wrong?"
She didn't say anything; her lips were parted in a small circle, blue eyes wide, and Ed watched as he hands suddenly came up to rest on her stomach. He looked at her, confused and still nervous, as she took in a small breath, then released it, eyes rounding even further. Her lips twitched upward slightly.
Ed was on the verge of trembling, he was so worried. "Winry, what's wrong?" he asked once again, voice high and filled with the same fear he'd felt seeing his unconscious mother on the floor all those years ago, the same fear he'd experienced when he'd found out Alphonse's soul could be rejected by the armor at any moment. What if she was hurt, or if something was wrong with the baby? Was that why she was holding her stomach? "Hey! Winry, what ha—"
"He…he moved," Winry said, voice filled with wonder and amazement.
Edward, not yet understanding what she was talking about, simply stared at her. "What?"
"Ed, the baby just moved." She looked at Edward, eyes shining with joy, the biggest smile he'd ever seen on her face; it was filled with so much adoration and delight. "Right then. Right when you laughed."
"It…it moved? Really?" he asked, voice squeaking slightly as he looked down at her belly; even though she had been pregnant for six months, Winry was still tiny, the little ball of her stomach small and round. A smile was beginning to spread out across his own face, and he looked back at her, grinning. She laughed softly, hands still on her stomach, and Edward realized her eyes were beginning to shine with something besides delight. "Winry, c'mon, don't cry."
"But I'm happy," she said, sniffling, trying not to cry.
Edward laughed, deep in his chest, and placed a hand on her head momentarily, his mind at ease once again now that he knew she and the baby were alright.
Winry took a sudden shallow intake of breath, and her smile grew wider, more enthusiastic. "He moved again! Ed, he's moving!"
Edward was at a loss for words; he wasn't sure how he was supposed to respond to that. He felt strange, a warm, fuzzy feeling spreading over him he hadn't actually experienced since the night he'd finally accepted they were having a baby, but it was a little more pronounced now. His child was…moving, inside Winry. He was speechless.
Winry seemed to realize this; she rolled her eyes affectionately, then reached out and took hold of his hand. "Here, you feel too," she said, pushing her apron aside and shoving his hand up under her light blue shirt, placing it on the bare skin of her stomach.
"W-winry, wait a second," Ed stuttered, blushing at the contact. Touching Winry's stomach and, in a sense, touching their unborn child, was something he didn't do very often, and especially not when it was skin-on-skin, his hand on her bare belly.
"Just wait," she said softly, excited, her hand still over his.
They stood there for about a minute waiting, both silent, Winry expecting and Ed slightly unsure.
"Come on, baby," Winry whispered softly, squeezing Ed's hand a little more tightly.
Edward gave a nervous little chuckle, glancing anywhere but at his wife or where their hands were hidden beneath her shirt.
And as he laughed, he felt a soft little thump against the palm of his hand.
It was the tiniest of movements, a small pressure against her stomach, and then it was gone. Still, Edward had felt it.
And he was amazed. His baby had just moved, and he'd felt it. It was an unfamiliar yet strangely natural feeling, a mixture between amazement and bliss and timidity as he left his hand on her soft stomach, slightly in shock, even as a wondering smile spread over his face.
Winry watched him the entire time, seeing a variety of emotions travel across his face, then finally settling on excitement. She smiled gently, her other hand moving over her shirt to rest on their entwined hands. "Well?"
Edward smiled brightly up at her, golden eyes childishly wide and innocent. "It moved! Our…our baby actually moved!"
"Yes, he did."
Ed shoved his other hand up under her shirt, placing it on her tummy. "I know I said it had better be a boy," he began quietly, "but what makes you so sure it's a 'he'?"
Winry smiled, then slid her other hand beneath her shirt as well, resting it over Edward's. "Because that's what you said it would be, and that's what it's going to be. We're going to have a little boy."
"Yeah?" he asked softly, gazing down in wonder at her stomach, trying to imagine the tiny baby inside. He cocked his head to the side, smiling gently. "I like the idea of that."
She gazed down at her stomach thoughtfully, then looked back at her husband, an idea evident in her eyes. "Can we name him Joshua?" she asked.
"Joshua, huh?" Edward pretended to contemplate this for a moment, even though he already knew what his answer would be. The name sounded strong to him, a name fit for an Elric. Joshua Elric; he liked that. Besides, there was no way he was going to tell her no and take that light he loved so much out of her eyes. He grinned. "Yeah. Sounds good."
Winry nodded contently, smiling.
They were quiet for a moment, both looking down at her stomach, until Winry finally said, "You know something?"
"He only moved when you laughed."
Edward's gaze moved up to her, catching her blue eyes as they seemed to look into his very soul. She smiled his favorite smile and said, voice thick with emotion, "He already knows his daddy's voice."
Ed drew his hands away from her stomach, only to pull her forward into him and wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly. He rested his head on hers, a thrilled little grin on his face as his hand stroked through her hair. "You think so?"
"Of course," she said into his shirt, arms winding around his waist.
Ed sighed softly, burying his face in her hair. "He knows you too, you know. You talk to him all the time, and he loves you more than anyone."
"Really?" she asked, and he grinned, trying to keep himself from laughing at her uncertainty.
"Duh. You're his mom. Besides," he said, trying not to blush, "he's like me in that way."
Winry looked up at him, her smile loving and beautiful and so Winry that it made his heart swell up in his chest, and she finally let a few tears of joy fall from her eyes.
Ed sighed softly, wiping at her eyes, then plating a kiss on the top of her head before pulling her back into him, one hand in her hair, the other traveling down until it reached the hem of her shirt; he shoved his hand up underneath it, resting his palm against her tight tummy, a peaceful smile on his face as he wondered just how much better this was going to be when the baby was born.