Alright! The end of this story! I'm still thinking about a reincarnation AU, as well as side stories for this story.

**The Following Spring - 1918 **

The sun filtered through the window and gently splayed over naturally pale skin. Mustang groaned slightly, but just turned onto his side and avoided receiving direct sunlight to his face. With his eyes still closed, Roy mustered the strength to reach his arm over towards the other source of warmth in the oversized bed. However, when a scarred right hand – silver ring with faint etchings glistened in the early morning light – gripped the warm body besides himself, Roy frowned. Willing tired eyes, the General cracked a single eye open and looked over: a shock a dark hair stuck up from under the covers in all directions. Short dark hair.

"Royce . . ." Mustang pulled the blanket down a little bit and saw the pale skin of his son. The small body was curled up and faced towards his father, most likely drawn towards the warmth that the elder's body provide. Gently, Mustang rested his right hand over those dark tresses and smiled tiredly.

"Is he still asleep?"

"Yeah," whispered Roy, "Our son could sleep through a warzone if he had the chance to."

"No, Royce has slept through a warzone before - and peacefully might I add." The bed creaked slightly as more weight was added to the mattress; Roy just thought of the small insurrection of the few military that had sided with Bradley attempting to assassinate them in Ishval. Silver eyes came into Mustang's view, causing him to smile and reach out towards the settling body. Mackenzie gripped her husband's hand in her own as she laid down. "You ready for today?" Roy just hummed in response, his thumb massaging the flesh beneath it. "What about Ed and his family staying with us later tonight?"

"Be good to see Fullmetal, haven't seen him since he and Alphonse left Central for Dublith almost three year ago."

The soft strokes of Mustang's thumb faded as the Flame skillfully trailed up his wife's scarred arm, who had encased itself around their son protectively. "It'll be good to see him, maybe he's gotten taller," joked the female alchemist, who got a muffled chuckle from the older male. "I'm proud of you, Love."

"I love you too," smiled Roy, who misheard his wife. He pressed his dark-head into the fluffy pillow and sighed. Yes, he could sleep another hour, or at least laze around in their bed a bit longer.

Mackenzie just rolled her eyes while her husband curled up to resume sleep and opted to look at their son. His dark hair virtually the same as his father's, but Royce had a natural part to the left of his scalp. The pale skin that adorned the youngest Mustang's body was a good mix between her own skin tone and Roy's, but leaned more towards Roy's natural pallor. Royce Hugh Mustang would have been the spitting imagine of his father if it wasn't for his hair and his eyes. Speaking of eyes, the lashed lids of M.J's son fluttered slightly and exposed the light shaded irises: ice blue eyes that could rival the icicles of Briggs.

"Mmmmm . . ." moaned the younger. He stretched and leaned back into the welcoming warmth that he knew as his mother. "Mama . . ."

"Morning, my Little Love." Mackenzie reached and gave her son a quick peck to his cheek. "Did you sleep well? No more nightmares?".

The youngest member of the Mustang family had been plagued by nightmares recently, which both of his parents correlated to the fact that Mackenzie was almost five months pregnant. "Pwomise you no get rid of me?" M.J chuckles slightly at her son's speech because she knew it was due to him being sleepy that he slurred his "r".

"Why would we ever do such a thing to such a wonderful little boy?" Roy managed to look at his son, while retracting his hand from his wife and scratching his son's scalp. "You know that we love you with all of our hearts, not to mention your aunts, uncles, and godparents love you just as much."

"Because mama has 'nother baby gwowin' in her" Roy's eyes looked at the swollen flesh that hid behind a thin material. A smile played on his lips as he remembered the nights leading to the creation of the baby, as well as the day his wife told him about the new member of their family. "W-ot if you don' love me as 'uch?"

"We'll love you the same as we always have, but think about it this: you'll be the older brother. The one who will teach your sibling everything and be their best friend. And, I know you'll be a great big brother." Mackenzie sat up and crisscrossed her legs. She pulled Royce into her lap and hugged him tightly, his pajamas softly scratching against her exposed skin. "No matter what, Royce, mommy loves you."

"Just as daddy loves you."

A hand with a single ring gracing the fourth finger reflected the light from overheard kitchen light that rested on marble countertop. Boxes lined the outskirts of the kitchen wall with most of the kitchen supplies already packed and ready for the move. Little legs kicked back and forth as the owner waited somewhat patiently for the second batch of pancakes to be done. The former female General hummed a thoughtful tune as she scooped the two pancakes – a learned skill with parenthood – onto the same spatula and walked over to place them on Royce's plate. After adding syrup onto the pancakes, M.J said, "Eat up, Little Love." She ruffled the ragged dark hair before returning to the stove and making more.

The toddler smiled as he began to tear into the pancakes. Of course, he made a slight mess with syrup dripping onto the table and all over the slightly tanned skin of the youngest Mustang's face. "Careful," warned a gruff voice, "You're getting the syrup all over." Roy licked his thumb and wiped at a particularly syrupy spot on the younger's chin.

"Da!" whine the younger. Weakly, Royce tried to swat away his father's hand, but giggled in the end.

"It's your own fault because you covered yourself in syrup." The Flame's tone was light and playful. As Mustang sat down, M.J placed a plate with three pancakes on it. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, you haven't had coffee yet."

It was astounding how the two easily melted into domestic life, especially the former General. Mackenzie fretted slightly at not being involved with the military because that was the life she had lived for half her life. However, she assimilated with ease and enjoyed being with her son than traveling. Yes, the Quicksilver Alchemist missed the thrill of traveling, but that could wait until their family was complete and older because there was something new and exciting everyday that M.J spent with her son. Quick hummed thoughtfully as she prepared the last round of pancakes and managed the coffee, but a gasp ripped from her throat that made her stop on spot and clutch her huge belly.

"What's the matter?" Roy was on his feet and by his wife's side within an instant. He had his a arms tentatively placed strategically to take on M.J's weight if her legs couldn't support her anymore.

"Just a really hard kick," panted Mackenzie.

"Love." Mustang felt horrible that his wife suffered on occasion from the babies. Yes, babies – Dr. Knox had clarified it for the alchemists a few months ago; when Roy first heard those fast heartbeats he lost whatever breath was within his lungs and relished in the sound; though that was after the Roy Mustang almost collapsed from shock However, Roy snapped out his thoughts and rubbed M.J's back gently.

"The joy of twins."

"Only a few months left."

The younger parent nodded before turning back to the stove and taking the pancakes off. She wobbled to her chair and sat down; tanned hands ran over the large mound, little kicks and pushes occasionally pushed against her hand. "Soon, but not today. Today is your day, Roy."

"Ya! Daddy's day!"

That made Roy smile as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He loved his family, even if the youngest was more interested in the pancakes on his plate. As he sat down at the table, the Flame saw the only ring resting on M.J's finger. The memory of that day came to mind and Roy smiled.

"You're awfully happy today."

"Just thinking about the day that I married you publicly because I realized – even more so than our first wedding – how lucky I was. Then again" chuckled Roy, "When we told the whole group that Royce was our son, not just Riza and Havoc by association, and that you were expecting and couldn't drink the champagne was a good moment as well."

Yes, the two alchemists opted for a second wedding, in which all their friends and family could attend. Said wedding occurred two months after M.J officially retired from the military, though many stilled called the alchemists by her rank due to her achievements, and a little under a month since the pair found out about their two new additions. The second wedding was the epitome of tradition: M.J wore an off-white wedding dress that hugged her – then – slim figure, while Roy wore an actual suit and bowtie. Many women and men had cried after they had read the newspaper section that starred the two alchemists marriage.

"Hmmm," hummed the younger around a bit of pancake, "The look on their faces then, but think about when Ed sees this stomach and Royce."

"That will be utterly priceless."

"Mommy? More?" The younger looked up at Mackenzie pleadingly, face covered in syrup and bits of pancake. Shaking her head, M.J just offered one of her pancakes by scrapping it onto Royce's plate. "Thank you!"

Silver looked at the syrup laden child. "You are so going to need a bath." The female Mustang shook her head with dread because giving Royce a bath was getting harder and harder with two developing fetuses in her stomach.

"I think that I can do that while you get ready because it is the least I can do."

"Even though it's your day?"

Roy looked as his son got more pancake bits attached to his face and even his hair. His hair above all else. "You will have done the hardest part when it comes to our children, so caring for them after they are born – like a bath – is the least I can do. And, it doesn't matter whose day it is because I do enjoy being with my son." The patriarch didn't want his children to forget him as easily he had with his own father, nor did he want to be the absentee father that the Elric brothers had. "I want to be in our children's lives as much as possible: that includes bath time."

"Alright the, you get bath duties." Fox got up and gathered the empty dishes before smirking at Roy. "But I get the dishes, they don't put up a fuss."

The older Mustang knew to feign hurt when he felt the complete opposite. Roy Mustang enjoyed domestic life very much, well the amount he got. But, with M.J and Royce visiting him at the office almost daily and eating lunch with him, Roy thought it was perfect.

Roy combed the gel through his hair carefully, every movement was calculated. He concentrated on trying to get most substance into his hair and to get every single hair into place. The older was so focused on gelling his hair that he didn't notice the quiet figuring walking up behind him until lithe arms wrapped around his chest and a hard object pressed into the small of his back. Roy smirked and looked over his shoulder. Obsidian could only see the top of the dark crown, but it was enough because the grip was strong.

Slowly, the figure maneuvered to stand next to him – though stand was highly up for interpretation because Fox pressed herself into the firm side of her husband. Roy took in the reflection of his wife and smiled fondly: Mackenzie was wearing her original wedding dress, the true first wedding dress. The gray chiffon material swayed a bit around the male general's leg; the material fit loosely around the Quick's growing frame, but it fit nicely to the point that one couldn't tell that M.J was expecting. Imprinting on the gray material were various white objects that resembled flowers:

"You look stunning, my love." If It weren't for the slick on his hands, Roy would have touched his wife's face, but looking at her the General knew that Fox had taken the time to prepare herself for his day. Yes, Roy could tell the difference because his wife's skin appeared way to flawless and washed out to be her true skin tone. He noticed the slight neutral shaded eyeshadow and the midnight wings that stretched from the corner of his love's eyes. Above all else, Roy noted the difference in M.J's lip shade, which was currently a deep pink shade compared to the natural rosy. "Thank you for all you do."

"Don't thank me yet because the day isn't over and we have a nearly three year old son. Speaking of which, Royce is sleeping, but he is dressed. All we need to do is put his shoes and petti-coat on, which means that he should be well behaved due to having his nap."

"Oh, my Love, you know as well as I do that there is a good fifty percent chance that our son will get cranky," hummed Roy, "Because we'll be in front of thousands of people and Royce is timid in large crowds of people that he is unfamiliar with."

"Hmmm," agreed Fox, "Very unlike, but then again Royce is as stubborn as his father at times."

"But strong willed like his mother."

A dark brow raised questioningly and peered up at Mustang. "Then we have a lot to prepare for with two more little Mustangs running around."

"And more to come in the future," smirked Mustang playfully.

**Later that Day**

"People of Amestris," greeted the youngest Fuehrer in history, "I am extremely honored to stand here before you today and to continue on the legacy of our country as Fuehrer of Amestris. I thank Fuehrer Grumman for his service to our nation prior to, as well as his tutelage and knowledge that he bestowed upon me. From here on out I'll will do everything in my power to ensure the safety and protection of this great nation. It is a great privilege to serve, as it is an immense responsibility. I want to personally thank you all for the trust you place in me."

"I can't believe the Bastard did it," muttered Ed. The infant in his arms wiggled a bit, but resumed sleeping.

"Don't swear in front of Maes, Alchemy Freak."

Occasionally Mustang's speech could be heard between the couple's mini argument. "Our nation has gone through great upset, but no more. Amestris will heal and surpass her former glory."

Gold just stared down at his wife, but scowl went away the moment his blue-eyed wife smiled playfully at him. Yeah, his life had been hell when he was younger, but recently it had gotten so much better. He had a beautiful wife, a great kid, and he was taller than Winry. "Whatever, Gear Head." The former alchemists returned his gaze upon the newly appointed Fuhrer of Amestris: one Roy Mustang. Said Bastard looked good. The normally dark hair that was left astray to give off playboy persona was gelled back, which Ed thought made the older actual look dignified and – well – older. The glint of four stars on Mustang's shoulders showed the reasoning that he and his family were even in Central. However, Ed's sight wavered to the person standing to the side. "Fox," breathed Ed. The last time he had seen the alchemist she had been unconscious, but now she was standing proudly before all that had gathered within the newly built Central Command. It was odd seeing the General in a dress after seeing her either in her military uniform or pants. "What's that attached to her leg?"

"ED" groaned Winry under her breath, "Shut up!"

"In keeping with tradition, I'd like to introduce my first lady on this auspicious day." Roy looked to his right and smiled. He held out his scarred hand, which allowed the sunlight to glint off the band that sat contently on his finger; he had done this on purpose to show off his wedding band. The female alchemist walked up and took her husband's hand within her own. "My best friend, the love of my love, mother to my children . . . and now my first lady: former General Mackenzie J. Mustang, the Quicksilver Alchemist." Gold eyes widened at that, but the look from his own wife shut him up. "Without this amazing person by my side, I would have been lost. Yet, this strong woman has been with me through our nation's darkest moments and fought for this country future like it was her own." Obsidian eyes peered at figure of his wife. A smile crossed Mustang's face as his son clenched the fabric of his wife's dress, the very same dress she had worn on their wedding day. The way Royce clung to Mackenzie's dress made the rounded bump extremely noticeable in the loose-fitting material. Also, the same rays of light that made Roy's ring shine brightly, caused the General's ring to gleam in contrast against her son's dark hair. "Together, we'll forge a path that will change Amestris forever; a path that our children and children's children will be able to thrive in."

"Daddy . . ." Royce looked up at his father with pleading ice blue eyes. He stretched an arm out towards his father. "Daddy I want up." The boy didn't like being around so many people, it made him nervous, which contrasted his parent's personality and the boy's very own when only his family was watching him. When Roy didn't answer fast enough, the younger ran past his mother right into his father's leg and clung to the material and flesh underneath like it was a life line.

Smiling, Roy took his son from his wife's hold. He only paused slightly to kiss her as he returned to face the crowd that had gathered. Said crowd laughed in unison at the small boy's insistence, while others awed at the kiss; Ed just grimaced at the public display of affection. "It appears that my son is a little too eager to change the future for the better," Roy smiled.

Ed's eyes widened again. He couldn't believe his ears. "He's a father? When?!" The younger knew that the Colonel, in Ed's mind Roy Mustang would always be ranked a colonel, was busy for nearly the past three years with work in Ishval and building better relations with the surrounding nations. Hell, Ed knew that Foxtrot had been busy with Aerugo and Creta relations. However, the features of the child in Mustang's arms were unmistakable gifted to him from the Colonel, but those eyes were definitely from General: they rivaled the icicles he had seen up in Briggs. Those eyes were such a pale shade of blue that from a distance Ed figured that they would appear white. The former state-alchemist just smiled. "Good for them . . . They got their happily ever after . . ."

"I'll do whatever it takes to ensure a better future for you and our descendants. May God and Truth bless this nation and her people." He situated the boy on his left hip with his left arm, while he wrapped his right arm around his wife's waist.

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