Hey guys! Just a quick author's note. In this one, this is currently taking place sometime later after the manga. Ed and Winry are already married as are Roy and Riza
Hope you enjoy this!
Glass was heard breaking from the kitchen, followed by a loud whimper from a very pregnant blonde. She grasped her swollen tummy and was instantly on her knees, her fingers clutching the counter so hard that her knuckles had turned white. Edward, Alphonse, Riza and Roy had her cries in the kitchen and the Fullmetal Alchemist had jumped swiftly to his feet, dashing across the living room and into the kitchen. There was Winry, crumpled on the floor and clutching her arms around her enlarged belly.
"Winry!?" Edward exclaimed, rushing to the young woman's side. "What is it!? Are you alright!? Is the baby alright!?"
"E-Ed...I think that, it's...time," Winry panted as the blond helped her to her feet.
"Wha-wha-WHAT!? TIME! B-B-BUT THE DOCTOR SAID NOT UNTIL NEXT WEEK!" Edward cried out in disbelief, slapping his flesh hand to his forehead. "Please Winry, tell me you're joking, you've got to be joking! It's not supposed to come out UNTIL NEXT WEEK!" he stated, emphasizing the final three words.
"WELL WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO!? HOLD IT IN, EDWARD!?" Winry lashed out before crying out in pain once more. Her distinct cries made it bluntly obvious on what was happening. Her shrieks were followed by a massive amount of water hitting the floor underneath her and before long, Alphonse and Riza were helping Winry into one of the downstairs bedrooms, leaving a horror-struck Edward behind.
Many hours later, the snow was coming down outside like a torrent of cotton. If you peered out of the window you could barely even see the snow-covered trees lined up in the distance. It had been a very long time since Resembool had seen such a heavy, snow-coated winter. The snowflakes were thick, the wind was strong and snow was blowing up in almost tornadic swirls. Drifts had made their merry way up against the sides of the yellow Rockbell home and thick snow had covered the porch. Nobody dared venture out in a mess like this; except for maybe Colonel Roy Mustang.
Inside of the house, the fire crackled harmoniously in the fireplace, casting a warm orange glow around the room. A very sweaty and nervous Edward was pacing back and forth across the wooden planks of the kitchen floor. He stopped every once in awhile to wring his hands restlessly and stare at the door before turning back around to commence pacing. The fact of the matter was, was that he was a complete and utter basket case.
"Brother, calm down," came Alphonse's soothing voice as he placed a hand on the older Elric's shoulder. "You're going to wear tracks into the floor if you keep walking like that."
"I can't help it...Al, this is so...s-s-so-," Edward paused in his words as a blood curdling shriek resounded from the room across the kitchen, followed by soothing, muffled words from Riza who was currently in there helping and coaching Winry. She'd given birth to her own children now with Roy, so she was better suited than either of the Elrics. "Dammit! Winry's in there!" he cried out, pointing a finger straight towards the door. "She's in labor with our baby! There's a f*!@ing blizzard outside and I can't do a DAMN thing about it! Even alchemy won't help! What the hell good am I!?" the blond stated, trepidation and fear could be heard in his tones. He whirled around to slam his fists down onto the counter, rattling the coffee pot and toaster. He lowered his head, teeth bared and long, golden bangs shielded his eyes from view. "This is...this is almost like the time in Rush Valley when Winry delivered that baby by herself six years ago. So why the hell is it so hard now! And where the HELL is Mustang! He should have been back by now!" the alchemist snarled.
"Brother, you have got to remain calm. Winry will be fine. She's strong and Riza's in there helping her and coaching her now. You should really try and go in there and be with her. She needs you right now, Ed," the younger Elric tried to soothe his brother. He grabbed the golden-haired man's shoulders and carted the trembling man towards the table. Alphonse pulled back a chair and shoved his nerve-wracked brother down into it. "C'mon, just relax, I'm going to make you a cup of fresh coffee."
"Al, I...I can't go in there. I won't be able to handle seeing Winry in pain like that. I don't want to even imagine what she her face looks like right now. I don't want to see-," his voice trailed off as he fell forward against the table, pressing his forehead firmly down on the cool, oak wood. His long, golden ponytail fell over his shoulder. He didn't want to see his wife's face contorted with agony, then again she was going to be giving birth to their baby any moment now. "But she needs me in there, doesn't she?" he grumbled into the wood.
Edward felt the coffee cup being sat next to him, and he heard the scraping of Alphonse's chair next to his as the younger Elric seated himself. "Yes, she does need you in there. Why don't you at least go in and check on her and see how things are going? If Roy gets back, I'll let him know where you're at. Hopefully he was able to at least get into town and get the doctor," the younger Elric stated with slight apprehension. He stood up and walked over to the window, drawing back the curtain to peer outside. It was like a winter hellstorm out there. Edward raised his golden head from the table to stare out of the window and noticed the storm, ignoring the steaming coffee mug beside him. A strong sensation of worry crept up his spine, knowing Roy was out there in it. The alchemist hoped he was alright.
Edward huffed and stood up harshly from the seat he'd been in, shoving back the chair a little rough. "Alright! I'm going to go in there to see how she's doing," he remarked confidently.
The fact of the matter was, was that the Fullmetal Alchemist did not
currently feel brave about this at all. It was one of the few things that could literally make him want to run away, but that was his wife
in there. Soon his baby would be born. He needed to be a good husband and go see her. The older Elric cleared his throat and crossed the room, heading towards where the room that was currently housing Winry and Riza. He stopped before it, took a deep breath and knocked on it with his automail hand.
"Who is it!?" called Riza's voice from the other side.
"It's me," Edward replied back. "Can I come in and see Winry?"
"Sure you can, Ed," came the younger blonde's tired voice from inside the room.
The sound of her speaking made his heart jump into his throat. He slowly opened the door and peered inside at the sight before him. Winry was laying in bed, the blankets pulled up around her inflated tummy. Her hair was tied back in a long ponytail and her face was covered in sweat. Riza was at her bedside with a bowl of water and a washcloth, wiping down the mechanic's face with it. Small, light-blonde strands of hair clung to her forehead and cheeks. She gave him a worn-out smile and beckoned him inside. Edward obliged and stepped inside of the room, closing the door behind him. He walked across the bedroom and pulled up a chair on the other side of the bed. He took one of Winry's sweaty hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You doing okay in here?" he asked, staring down at her face that was marred with exhaustion.
"Yeah, I just wish...that it'd hurry up and get out of me," she told him, fatigue could be heard in her voice. "I'm ready for this to be over."
Edward felt his heart clench painfully in his chest. Winry looked like she could pass out at any given moment. He couldn't remember any other time the mechanic had looked so weakened, so vulnerable and so narcoleptic. "I'll stay in here with her for awhile Riza, if you'd like a break. Mustang still hasn't gotten back yet," he added as the older blonde nodded her head gratefully at him.
"I won't be long, Winry," the Lieutenant told her, squeezing the younger woman's arm gently. "I'm going to grab a cup of coffee and I'll be right back." Edward hadn't mistaken the worry that had flashed through Riza's crimson orbs, but didn't say anything. The last thing they wanted to do was upset Winry.
"Roy still isn't back yet?" she inquired, tilting her head on the pillow to look at her husband and he felt an ache of sympathy for her course through him. It almost seemed as if her head were too heavy to lift.
"No, but I'm sure he'll be back anytime now. You just take it easy. I'm right here with you," the alchemist told her soothingly, rubbing her face down with a washcloth.
Winry smiled gratefully to him before her face went into distorted agony. Her small hands gripped the white sheets underneath her and she threw her head back, letting out another painful scream. Edward didn't know what to do. His face went white, his stomach turned and everything around him seemed to be spinning. He lept up from the chair and backed up against the wall, not sure what to do or say to the blonde to help comfort her.
"EDWARD IT HURTS!" Winry cried out, tears seeping down the sides of her beautiful face. Her blue eyes were squeezed shut, and her teeth clenched together tightly.
"I-I-I I don't...I don't know what to do!" the alchemist cried out helplessly.
He knew it was evidently upsetting Winry that he'd ran away from her to stand on the other side of the room, not wanting to witness anything like this, but for the first time the alchemist didn't know what he could do to help her or take her pain away. It was killing him to see her suffer from the affliction of childbirth. Winry continued to cry out and Edward had to fight the urge to scream with her. As if on cue, Riza burst through the room and rushed to the writhing automail tech's side, calming her with hushed tones and grasping her hand in her own. The alchemist took this opportunity to bolt out of the room. No way in hell would he be able to handle something like this.
"Brother! Brother, what's wrong!?" Alphonse questioned, rushing to his brother and grasping him on the cuffs of his arms. "Is Winry alright!? Brother...are you alright?"
Edward's face was completely pallid and he looked like he could faint at any moment. Alphonse hurriedly sat his brother in a chair and sat down next to him, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, Ed. You did your best. You tried. The important thing is, is that you were able to at least go in there and see her."
"A-Al...what am I supposed to do? I feel so helpless. I wanted to be in there and see my baby be born, but if I can't even handle a simple freaking contraction, then how will I be able to witness the birth of my daughter or son?" he spoke quietly, golden orbs averted down to his hands. Dread suddenly filled the alchemist as he stared at the tabletop. "Or worse...what if...what if something happens to Winry or the baby? We don't have a proper doctor here."
"Ed, you're letting your thoughts run away with you. You can't be thinking of things like this. Plenty of women have given birth without a doctor there. Winry has a little medical training just like her parents did and Riza has had two kids with the Colonel. I'm sure she's helping Riza right along, even though she's the one in labor," the younger Elric pointed out. "Remember, Winry delivered a baby in Rush Valley once before. Everything will be fine."
Another shrill, agonizing scream came from Winry's room and that's when Edward stood up. He dashed across the kitchen, grabbed his coat, threw it on and shoved his feet into his boots. "I can't take this, Al!"
He opened up the door to wet snow barreling into his face, and harsh, whipping winds hitting him. The alchemist didn't care though. He wanted to get as far away from this as possible. The icey cold cut through his coat, but he didn't even pay it any mind. Edward squinted his golden orbs, trying to see where he was, but nothing could be seen except thick sheets of swirling white. There was no sign of Mustang either. He hadn't stepped but about ten feet away from the house when he heard the door bang open from behind him.
"EDWARD YOU NEED TO GET BACK HERE NOW!" cried his younger brother from the doorway. "WINRY NEEDS YOU NOW!"
"I CAN'T, AL! I CAN'T SEE HER LIKE THIS! I CAN'T HANDLE HER SCREAMING! IT'S TOO MUCH!" Edward shot back, his long ponytail whipping in his face from the wind.
"BROTHER YOU ARE BEING SELFISH! WINRY IS HAVING THE BABY NOW! SHE IS GIVING BIRTH RIGHT NOW! GET BACK INSIDE OF THIS DAMN HOUSE AND HELP HER! WITNESS YOUR CHILD BEING BORN!" the younger Elric told him fiercely, glaring down from the porch at his older brother.
Something seemed to snap into place in the older Elric's mind and he brought a hand swiftly to his forehead. He trudged back through the snow as quickly as he could and ran up the porch steps, back into the house. What the hell! What was I doing!? I was running away!? I'm such an IDIOT!
The blond tore off his coat, not bothering to hang it on the coat rack and sprinted across the kitchen, back into Winry's room. She was panting heavily, each breath coming more and more rapidly. Riza had spread out towels across the lining of the bed and all across the floor, and she was standing at the foot of Winry's bed. The mechanic's legs were spread, a sheet covering them. The older blonde woman breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the brothers come into the room. and she looked almost as tired as what the mechanic did.
"Edward, Alphonse, thank you. Edward, you get on one side of Winry and hold up one of her legs. Alphonse you on the other. We're gonna bring the baby out!" Riza demanded, pointing her finger sternly at Winry's legs.
Edward could feel his heart pounding uncerimoniously in his chest, but nevertheless he approached the woman's side. She glared up at him through heaving breaths. "You...better...be...lucky...I...don't...have...a wrench...you bastard...," she threatened, craning her head backward and grasping the sheets once more. "I HATE YOU EDWARD ELRIC! YOU DID THIS TO ME YOU JACKASS! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she screamed, a long, high-pitched wail following her words.
"It's alright, Ed! Don't let her upset you! Believe me, I said worse to Roy. It's just her hormones and pain talking! Just concentrate on holding her legs!" Riza insisted as she took her place at the front of Winry, pulling back the sheet to expose her. "Alright Winry, when I say push, I need you to give me a big, hard push, okay?" the Lieutenant told her, gloved hands held underneath her.
"I don't wanna do this! Edward, I'm scared!" the mechanic wimpered as tears streaked down the sides of her face.
"You can do it Win! You've never been scared of anything in your life! Don't you dare let something like giving birth to our baby scare you now! You can do this. I'm right here with you. I promise I won't go anywhere again," Ed told her, using his free hand to run it soothingly over her forehead. Winry just nodded, grunting what sounded like a 'kay' to him.
"Alright now, PUSH!" Riza urged firmly. Winry did as she was told, clenching her teeth, baring down with both of Elric brothers on either side of her, holding up her legs. She eminated a violent cry that scared the alchemist, but Edward didn't allow it to show. Now was the time to be here for his wife. She was giving birth to his child. This was something he couldn't run away from. All those years he spent with his brother, all of the things he'd seen, done, endured, nothing was frightening him as bad as this was.
"I can see the head! C'mon Winry, you're doing great! Keep going! Just one more push!" the Lieutenant coaxed.
"I can't!" Winry breathed, her upper body falling back against the pillows. "I can't push anymore!"
"Yes you can, Winry!" Alphonse encouraged her. "Just one more push is all you need!"
Edward reached his free hand behind his wife's back and placed it firmly there for support. "C'mon Win. Just one more push and our baby will be here," he told her tenderly. "You can do this. You're stronger than all of us in here. Don't give up on me now."
Winry obliged, lurched forward and pushed as hard as she possibly could, her mouth opened wide in an ear piercing scream. She stopped, released a heavy breath and fell backward on the bed once more. A gentle, whimpering cry filled the room as Riza reached downward to grab a bundle of fresh towels. She brought the little newborn baby up in her arms, swaddling it with fresh, warm, white-cotton cloths. The older woman walked towards Edward and Winry, cradling the little newborn bundle who was now emitting ear-piercing shrieks, it's tiny body writhing in her arms. Winry was laying back on the bed, her blue eyes wide and staring at the ceiling and chest heaving with gasps.
"Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Elric. You have a baby girl," Riza told them with a smile. She walked over to Edward and lay the wiggling, wailing bundle in his outstretched arms.
"A-a...a daughter. Win, we have a...a baby girl," he breathed, moving to sit beside his wife in the chair. "She's so...so beautiful."
"Oh Edward," Winry sighed, pushing herself up with what little strength she had left to gently run her fingertips down her newborn daughter's face. "She really is beautiful." The baby girl opened up her eyes and blinked a few times, her crying jags slowing. Great golden eyes stared upward as she flicked them back and forth between her mother and her father.
The alchemist felt elation rising in his chest followed by a heavy string of emotion course through him. He bit his bottom lip as he fought back tears of mirth that threatened him and looked down at their newborn baby girl. "She has your eyes," Winry told him, smiling happily, tears streaming down her face in twin streams. Riza and Alphonse had brought over extra towels to help wipe down the left over blood on the newborn girl, neither noticing that Roy had just entered the room completely windswept with the doctor at his heels.
After a brief checkup, the doctor announced that Winry was going to be fine and so was their daughter. He gently took the baby away for a few moments to check her vitals, while Riza collapsed into Roy's arms from exhaustion. Edward was seated next to Winry, his arms wrapped around her waist and Winry's arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Both of them were shaking and small sobs and sniffles could be heard coming from the twosome but nobody questioned it. They just allowed the couple to be to themselves and envelope in their moment of happy tears. The doctor finished the check up on their daughter and cleaned her up before bringing her back to the awaiting Elrics. He gently laid the little bundle, who was now swaddled up in a pink blanket, down in Winry's arms. She pulled back the blanket a bit from the the newborn's face and smiled.
"What should we call her?" Winry asked, gazing upward at her husband.
"Hmmm, you're the mommy. You should be the one to name her," Edward replied, running his flesh fingertips down his daughter's cheek. Her golden eyes widened in curiosity at her father and he couldn't help but laugh a bit. "She sure is wide awake."
"Yes, but I want you to name her, Edward. So please, go ahead. What should we call her?" Winry insisted, raising a free hand and trailing it down his face.
The alchemist looked thoughtful for awhile as he watched his daughter. Her tiny fists raised up from the inside of her blanket and she brought them up to her face, closing her eyes and yawning. There was a big 'awwwwwwwww' that sounded from behind from Alphonse, Roy and Riza. Edward just chuckled and shook his golden head slightly before looking back at his newborn daughter. "Trisha....Trisha Sarah Elric, after both of our moms."
"Trisha Sarah," Winry reiterated, running her hand softly over the blond, peach fuzz on the baby's head. "Trisha Sarah Elric it is."