A/N: this is the sequel to my first FMA fic, Expectant. I'd suggest you read that first before you read this. All my reviewers have requested that I write a sequel so I did. Originally I planned for this to be a one-shot as well but then I realized that an entire story had taken place inside my head and I'd be cruel not to let you know what happens. So here is the sequel to 'Expectant'…'Princess of the Flame'. Cheesy title, I know. I'm terrible at making up titles. If you check out my other stories you will see that they all have cheesy titles.

Summary: stretch marks, food cravings, mood swings, and pain were one thing. Taking care of a human being was another. He was not going to be a good dad. Riza had mom written all over her though.

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Mrs. Arakawa owns it. (I found out she's married) But I do own this storyline and currently the OC Jack in this chapter. This story will have a lot of OCs, but they have small parts. So don't worry

Enough said: on with the fic!

"Damn it." I cursed under my breath when I had accidentally cut my finger with the vegetable slicer. I licked on the wound to stop the bleeding.

It was my first attempt to peel a potato. Yes, I was cooking! If you were surprised to find out that Colonel Roy Mustang, aka Flame Alchemist of the Amestrisian Military and president-to-be, was cooking (vegetable stew to be exact), then I don't blame you. Hell, I've never cooked a day in my life. As a matter of fact, most of my meals were gotten at parties where I did my thing as a womanizer. Yet, a pregnant woman needs her meals. Or so Riza claims. Really, I knew she was just trying to test me to see if I cared enough about her and the baby. I really do. That's why I'm trying to show her that by cooking a damn stew at the moment.

Riza was staying with me now. Maes and Gracia insisted that we live together so that way I could see the baby as well. All of this started one night when she and her on-again-off-again fiancé (Jack, I think that was his name) got into yet another argument about marital agreements. He ended up breaking off the engagement and left her alone at the bar. Riza started drinking like Hell (would you believe it or not). It just so happened that I went to the very same bar that night and saw Riza sitting at the counter wearing this sexy little black dress that put any miniskirt to shame. She sought comfort and advice in me. Then we made eye contact. I had this huge crush on her that I never told anybody, not even Maes. So I kissed her.

In my defence, it wasn't all my fault. She started kissing me back. Eventually we started making out and the bartender kicked us out. There was no way in Hell I was going to let her drive herself home all drunk and half-dressed like that. So I drove her back to her apartment. Fine, I was the one who initiated the illegal thing we had done. But you try to resist the wiles of a ridiculously gorgeous, curvy blonde woman (that you secretly loved deeply) wearing a black dress she practically spilled out of, tugging at your pants! I don't think so.

She and I loved each other in secret, since the law strictly forbid no relationships in the military. This was exceptional to men like Hughes though; his wife never was in the military. Nowadays, she'd come and stay with me after work. Even Black Hayate had moved in, much to my dismay.

I knew that we were breaking the law. But was that really so wrong to love someone? Doesn't everyone have the right to love and be loved? Are we so different just because we're in the military?

No, of course we weren't

However, fact still remains. We were breaking a law, and a stern one at that. If they found out about all of this, I don't know how I could still keep my career in the military. Riza would get into trouble as well. I was going against everything I had ever learned, rules of life that had been edged into my consciousness. I wasn't even happy with this arrangement, only finding comfort in the fact that the woman I loved more than anyone was with me. At least for now…

Another thing pestered me in my sleep and wake was how she saw me. She never once told me that she loved me. I couldn't blame her though. I was a womanizer, after all. More often than not, I'd immediately pull those girls into bed (I always used protection and had their consent though). I kissed them without feeling any emotion for them. While I was out on dates, I would often see husbands walking around with their wives, smiling into each others' eyes as if no one else in the world existed. I wanted to do those things with her too, but I also wanted her to know that what I feel for her is more than just bodily lust. My heart feels for her. It's sappy and cliché and most people won't believe it, but I do.

"Good morning, Colonel," the blonde woman called to me, stretching her arms as she yawned. That was Riza alright. Addressing me as her superior even when we're not at work. I had given up on converting her

"Hey." I called back, smiling. "I'm sorry. I'm not finished cooking yet." I walked over to her as quickly as possible. I quickly kissed her on the lips. She always tasted so sweet, or maybe that's just my love-struck imagination talking "Are you hungry?"

Riza bit down on her bottom lip. "Sure," she said reluctantly, placing a hand on her now-rounded stomach. It has now become a habit of hers lately, I noticed.

I smiled. "Don't worry. I'm making vegetable soup and pasta this morning." We were out of breakfast foods, so dinner it was.

"Let me help you, sir" she said, reaching for the knife

"No, I insist, Lieutenant" Trying to talk casually with Riza is sheer pointless. Best is if we talk the way we usually do at work. "Let me take care of you for once," as I reached for the pasta bag, our arms brushed. I smiled and saw her blush a little. She was so cute when she blushes. No, it's true. Since Riza was pale like most Amestrisans, blushing kind of made her look prettier. Not that she needed much help in that department.

I knew the only reason she offered to help was because she hated my cooking. The first time she tried my pasta she spat it out on the tabletop and went to wash her mouth (ouch). But she still ate it though. Even if she was pregnant and had her food cravings, she would never complain about anything I gave her. She was just wonderful that way. How many men on this planet can say that their wives or girlfriends are like that? I feel blessed just to have her as my Lieutenant, if not as my wife.

As for the baby? Well…

Here's the thing. Riza was pregnant. That steamy night she and I spent together in the bedroom would've been sheer heaven if it had not created the little bastard that was currently residing in her stomach. She was going to have a baby. I was going to be a father.

The whole husband thing wasn't bad enough?

"Sir?" the sound of my sort-of-wife brought me back from my thoughts. Crap!

Riza stopped chopping and looked at me in earnest (as if she was anything else). I hadn't even realized she was already that far in chopping onion. I guess I'd better get a move on.

"Sir, if you don't want to cook, you can just say so. I'd be more than happy to do the rest by myself." She said exasperatedly, lower lips quivering to say something like 'honestly, I would'. Keep in mind that she truly hated my cooking

"No, no," I refused to let her do the cooking and let her think I couldn't care for her the way she did for me. I picked up the potato I had abandoned before and started peeling again. Once again, cutting myself (smooth…) I winced in pain and Riza looked at me. I gave her a crookish smile and she raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," I sighed, moving out of the way to let her do the rest. I was such a wimp. I couldn't even cook for her. Imagine what I'd do as a husband…and as a father.

I settled into one of the dining room's chairs while Riza stayed in the kitchen to cook. Watching her cook was honestly the best part of my day. I had my alone time to think, talk to myself, hum, anything else I wanted. No one bothered me during it. Not even Black Hayate. I looked forward to it.

Watching her cooking would probably help me calm down. What was there to be upset about?

"A father," I muttered, shaking my head. It wasn't right. I wasn't created to be a father.

"Garlic…" Riza murmured softly, but still loud enough for me to hear. I looked up.

As Riza searched for the ingredients, I realized I was less calm than before. If she couldn't find the garlic, she could just as easily lose our baby.

"Ridiculous," I said as I rolled my eyes. I was being stupid. Riza would never lose her baby.

Unless, of course, she wanted to

Why am I saying these terrible things? What was wrong with me? I was never the father type, but that didn't mean I wanted to 'lose' my baby in a trash can.

She didn't have to have it, though. I'd be doing you a favour, baby.

Life, especially life in Amestris, isn't exactly the best place for a baby. With disease and war and storms and pain…I knew that better than anyone. Who would complain? Who would care?

Most importantly: who would know?

People all over the world would praise my wonderful decision to not bring my poor innocent baby into a world so complicated, so dangerous. Anyone who knew me well knew I couldn't be trusted with a baby in my hands. I was careless, impulsive, and hot-headed.

Hell, I didn't even like children. The Elric brothers would give you a lecture on that.

I watched Riza as she stirred the pasta sauce. I thought about how much of a choice I really had. There were ways out of this. Riza chose what went into her body, so she could certainly choose what would come out of her body, right? Didn't that make sense?

That's when my brain reminded me that it wasn't the baby's fault that he or she was in there. It didn't ask to become a part of Riza. Hell, it probably wanted to be in there less than I wanted it to be in there. It probably already knew that it would hate me; that I would screw up, and that I would let it down just like I had let down-

Let's not bring that up

Suddenly, I was brought back to Earth by the sound of humming. Riza's humming. Would you believe it or not.

That was when it hit me. Riza

The baby's mother. Having the baby would probably make her life complete again. I knew she always wanted to be one, seeing as her own mother had passed away early and her father then pretty much abandoned her until for the tattooing of her back. Then she got into the military and Ishbal and everything happened. The baby would be the one thing that could make her happy again after all these years. Why wouldn't she want it?

"Colonel?" Riza asked, stopping her stirring and looking at me "What's wrong?" she asked worriedly

"Nuh-nothing," I lied, hiding my face behind some sheets of newspapers. Riza gave me the I-don't-believe-you look but didn't say anything. She went right back to stirring and hummed louder this time. Although she didn't say it, she was happy to be pregnant. I also didn't say it, but I dreaded it.

That's when I felt the guilt inside of me form into a thick black sludge at the bottom of my stomach. She cared about me so much. I had no idea why. We were never really close while I was her father's apprentice. We hardly ever talked as a matter of fact. I wonder what Master Hawkeye would say about me knocking up his daughter before marriage if he was still alive. Something tells me that he probably would've roasted me alive. Then again, maybe not. After all, he did say 'take care of my daughter, Roy'. Maybe he intended for the two of us to be together? You never know.

I muttered a few word under my breath. Riza immediately stopped her cooking and walked over to me. I looked up in surprise. When did she develop such fucking good hearing? I thought she only had fucking good seeing, not hearing.

She always knew just how to bring me back to Earth. What would I do without her? She held onto me, pressing her face into my chest. It felt nice actually. She rubbed my back with her hand and whispered calming words to me. She told me that everything would be okay.

Then, of course, she asked me what was wrong.

"I don't know," I lied, laughing weakly. "I'm just so emotional. You know me."

She didn't believe me. She raised a cream-coloured eyebrow. "Roy," she said, using my name once instead of my title. This was bad. Whenever she called me by my name and not my title always meant bad news. She looked a bit concerned, pressing a hand to her stomach, which appeared a bit bloated in my eyes. Her breasts were a bit bigger too (let's not talk about that today). Of course, it was all my fault. The baby that she and I created was about to make her life fucking perfect.

"I have some good news." She said semi-excitedly. Her face was as calm and placid as always, but her amber-like eyes were sparkling.

Absolutely fantastic news, I'll bet

"Oh?" I drawled lazily, pretending not to care. I really didn't, just so you know.

She looked a bit confused. She probably could not figure it out that I really didn't want her to have the kid. If I waited long enough though, she'll figure it out. That's the last thing in the world I would want happening.

"I went to the doctor's yesterday and the baby is healthy," she looked at me expectedly. I faked a smile so she couldn't see. She smiled back and walked back into the kitchen. A happy expression was evident upon her pretty face. She had a pretty smile. I hadn't seen her smile in so long. If just being pregnant made her happy like that, just imagine how she would be after the baby was born.

That was when all my hopes for a possible miscarriage just flew out the window

A/N: and that was done! Roy's POV was a bit tricky at first, but in the end fun to do. Did you like it? Was it good?

*smiling* notice that Roy is being quite resentful to the baby that he and Riza are having…mainly because he's insecure about becoming a father. Of course, there's a reason for that. Notice that line just like I had let-down…that line isn't going to go to waste either. In fact, that line is connected to why Roy's insecure about becoming a father and why he's so resentful.

After five reviews I'll post up the next chapter. I already have it done. Review please! No flames though, leave those to Roy.