"Okay, Mrs. Mustang, keep pushing!"

Riza screamed. She gritted her teeth, her cheeks flushed and her hair damp with sweat. "H-hai!" she panted, then screamed again.

"Riza!" Roy cried. He gripped her hand and she squeezed back so fiercely that he felt his knuckles crack.

"Almost there!" the doctor said, his voice far too calm, from where he stood at the foot of the hospital bed. "Almost there, Mrs. Mustang! One more push!"

Riza gasped, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Are you all right, Riza?" Roy whispered, holding her hand in both of his.

She opened one eye to smile grimly at Roy. " Yes, General," she hissed, breathing heavily. "I'm still under orders not to die, aren't I?"

Roy exhaled. "Yes you are, Colonel," he smiled, his brow furrowed.

Riza grinned, then her face screwed up and she screamed again.

"Riza!"
Another cry joined Riza's and then she gasped and fell silent, panting, as the second cry grew louder. She and Roy stared at the doctor, who was bent over at the foot of the bed, she with an expression of exhaustion and something like shock. Roy looked almost like he had a hangover.

Finally the doctor straightened and passed something small and red to a nurse. "It's a girl!" he announced with a smile.

"A girl?" Roy repeated blankly. Beside him, Riza sank back into her pillow and closed her eyes. Roy gaped at the nurse as she wrapped the baby in a pink blanket, then at Riza, her face damp, red and flushed but her eyes bright, then back at the pink bundle.

"Would you like to hold her, Mr. Mustang?" the nurse said.

"I—"

With a smile, the nurse lifted the baby towards Roy.

"Ahh…!" Roy raised his hands and the nurse placed her in his arms. He grimaced.

"Watch her head, now," the nurse beamed, and stepped back. Roy held his breath and looked gingerly down at the bundle in his arms.

Only the baby's little red face was visible in the thick blanket wrapped around her. She was hardly bigger than Roy's forearm. Her head was smaller than his palm, her closed eyes not even half the size of his little finger. He could feel her breathing softly through the blanket.

"What should we name her?" Riza breathed, watching Roy and the baby.
"…I don't know…" he said slowly, still peering at the baby. Her face seemed blurry to him; he pulled the blanket away from her chin with one finger but it didn't help.

Riza looked from the baby to Roy. She smiled quietly. "Let's name her Amy."

He looked up at Riza and stared at her. "Amy?"

Riza's face seemed to be glowing. "Because it's raining*," she said.

"Raining?" he repeated.

Her smile widened. "Yes." She nodded at Roy. He dragged a hand across his eyes—and his knuckles came away damp.

"Ah…you're right," Roy said hoarsely. "It is raining in here."

Riza's smile was wider than he had ever seen it before; now tears were sliding down her own cheeks. Roy shifted from his chair to her bed and lay down next to her, their daughter still cradled gingerly in his arms. Riza put her hand on the baby's little cheek.

"Amy."

*'Ame' is Japanese for 'rain.'