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After Grumman's death, Roy Mustang had been appointed the new Fuhrer of Amestris.
Fuhrer Mustang had been married to Riza Hawkeye for one year.
It was a year that had passed quickly.
During that time, the couple had grown accustomed to spending their days and nights together.
Riza assisted Roy during the day even though she was no longer part of the military.
Then she spent her evenings also in Roy's company, as Fuhrer Mustang proved to be a loving husband.
But now…..during one of the most tension-filled, frightening moments in their entire relationship, Roy and Riza were apart.
Roy sat in the waiting room at the doctor's office while Riza was being examined.
It was early in the morning.
The sun had just risen.
The doctor agreed to see his prestigious patient, the wife of the Fuhrer, before the practice opened.
Roy was grateful…..
At least the waiting room was empty.
Fuhrer Mustang clenched his jaw as he waited for someone to come and give him an update.
They had come today because Riza's menstrual cycle was four weeks late.
Home pregnancy tests had not given the couple a conclusive answer.
Roy narrowed his eyes as he waited.
When was someone going to come out and tell him something?!
Either way, whatever the answer was, he just wanted to know!
Finally, after Roy had been waiting what felt like a thousand years, the door opened.
Riza stepped out.
Her face was unreadable.
Not happy…
Not sad…
"Well?!" Roy asked urgently as he leapt to his feet.
"They took a sample." Riza said quietly. "The machine is broken, so they'll have to send it to the lab and wait for the results."
"How long will that take?" Roy asked frantically, narrowing his eyes.
"Three days." Riza replied.
"Three days?!" Roy gasped incredulously.
"Roy, you need to calm down." Riza said, narrowing her own eyes in concern at her husband.
Fuhrer Mustang immediately felt embarrassed at his own desperation.
His cheeks turned pink as he relaxed a bit, noticing the secretary was looking over at him from her desk.
Yes, Roy was definitely glad the doctor's waiting room was empty.
Roy helped Riza into her coat and apologized as they walked out to the car, "I….I'm sorry, Riza. I just…..I just thought we were going to find out today."
"Yeah, so did I." Riza chuckled as Roy opened her door first, waiting until she was comfortably in the vehicle, and then climbed in beside of her. "But it's alright. Sometimes waiting for things makes them better." Riza have him a smile. "We should know that."
Roy wrapped his arm around his wife while their chauffeur drove them back to the Fuhrer's mansion. "Yeah, I think we know that all too well, actually."
Roy and Riza shared a laugh and a kiss on the way home.
Once they arrived back at the mansion, they hurriedly readied themselves to start their day.
They would have to wait three days to find out if they were going to be a family or not…..
They waited years to be officially together, surely waiting seventh-two hours would be easy, right?
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Wrong.
The next three days were some of the most stressful that Roy and Riza had experienced in recent years.
In a way, the tension was just as bad if not worse than the Ishvalan war.
Waiting and waiting…..
At least during the war, Roy and Riza both knew the ultimate outcome.
But this….?
As deeply devoted to duty and responsibility as both the Fuhrer and his wife were, they would not take parenthood lightly.
Maybe that was another factor that made the waiting period much more tormentful.
Roy and Riza had fought in battles to protect life, or unfortunately, to take life away….
Neither of them had ever given a life before.
No, if the test was positive, the couple would face an entirely new battle, which was an exciting and overwhelming possibility.
During the three days, Roy worked and Riza helped where she could, just as usual.
During the nights, the couple ate their dinner silently across from each other with barely a word passing between them.
Each had their mind fixed on the situation at hand.
"Why hasn't that idiot doctor called yet?" Roy spat one morning, looking angrily at the phone while he and Riza dressed for the day.
It was the morning of the third day.
The day that the Fuhrer and his wife should be hearing something from the doctor.
"Roy, the office doesn't open until eight." Riza said, rolling her eyes as she brushed her teeth.
"They saw you before they opened, they could call before they open! I am the Fuhrer, after all! My wife's care should be top priority!" Roy thundered.
"As soon as you calm down, they'll call." Riza said wisely while she combed her hair.
A few minutes later, Roy scowled silently as they ate their breakfast.
He kept scowling as they drove to his office.
Eight came and passed.
Nine came and passed.
10…
11…..
An unfortunate economic issue arose shortly before noon and the Fuhrer busied himself by diving in to work on it immediately.
Roy's eyes scanned over a recent report one of his subordinates had dropped off.
He paused to sip his late morning coffee occasionally, as Riza went through some old tax files from the past several years.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Roy nearly jumped out of his skin, flailing wildly in his chair, drenching himself in his own coffee as he found he was unable to control his hands during his shocked spasm.
Riza glanced over calmly and took a step towards the phone, but she was too late.
Roy practically ripped the receiver off as he yanked the phone up to his ear.
"Hello?!" Roy asked desperately, his eyes wide.
Riza stood in front of him, watching and waiting patiently.
"No, this is Fuhrer Mustang's office. Riza Hawkeye doesn't have an extension any…..What do you mean you can't talk to me?! I'm the Fuhrer! I'm her husband! Privacy act? Listen, I…" Roy raged before Riza pulled the phone away from her husband.
Roy's antics weren't going to get the information from the doctor's staff and Riza knew it.
Sometimes she had a more level head than Roy, that was part of what made them a good team.
"Hello, this is Riza Hawkeye speaking." The blonde said into the phone as Roy scowled.
"Yes, that's correct. Yes….." Riza said before she fell silent.
Roy's facial expression changed from rageful frustration into suspenseful excitement.
What was being said?
What were they telling Riza?!
Roy felt like he was going to lose his mind in the silent pause before Riza finally spoke again.
"Al….alright, thank you." The blonde said quietly.
With a trembling hand, Riza put the phone down with a click.
"Well?!" Roy asked, feeling his heart pound in his chest.
Riza put a hand to her mouth and stared straight ahead.
"Well?!" Roy almost shouted.
Riza turned to look at Roy with tears in her eyes.
Roy's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"Yes?!" He gasped.
Riza broke out into a big smile and nodded her head.
"Yes!" Riza cried.
Roy made a noise between a cry of joy and a yelp of excitement, opening his arms as Riza rushed into them.
"Oh my gosh…" Riza breathed into Roy's chest as he held her close. "We're going to be a family, Colonel."
Roy gripped Riza tighter as she spoke.
Roy had never taken care of a pregnant woman before, he had merely skimmed through a book on the subject a few weeks ago.
He had better start finding more reading material right away…
Riza and the well-being of his unborn child were his top priorities now.
Although he would never show it at work…..
Roy kissed Riza's lips sweetly, smiling down at her lovingly. "Well, it looks like I'll be the one following you for awhile, Lieutenant~."
Fuhrer Mustang and his wife were both thrilled at the prospect of becoming parents.
Fuhrer Mustang and his wife were also simultaneously terrified of becoming parents.
Mother and father….
The journey would be new to both of them, but as Roy tucked a loose piece of Riza's blond hair behind her ear tenderly, they were both reminded of the love they held for each other.
Their love had made a new life, and together, they would become a family.
So it was to be that Fuhrer Mustang would become a father.