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Chapter 2: Jess Heartland Chapter 2: Jess HeartlandChapter 2: Jess Heartland by ImpossiblyInsane
Roy ran to Riza's room and knocked. He waited for a few minutes until Winry opened the door and glared, “What do you want, Mustang?” Roy's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't expect Winry to be mad at him. “I.. Uhm.. I was wondering if I could speak with Riza briefly. If that’s okay,” He blurted. He heard Riza mumble something to Winry from inside. She sighed and let him in, “Make it quick, Mustang. Jess will be here momentarily.” Winry said as she left the room.
Riza turned and looked at him, “What do you want, Colonel? I have to finish getting ready, Sir.” Roy sighed and shook his head, “Don't be so formal, Lieutenant. I just want to talk. What's this 'Jess' like? Is she treating you right?” Riza bent down to grab her heals and put them on. “Sir, I highly doubt how my significant other is treating me, is any of your business. I'm a grown woman and can take care
Motherhood: 3-8 months-Motherhood: 3 by TheKings-Queen
She couldn't help but stare in amazed awe. There was a vibrant yellow from the torch-light Roy was shining on her swollen stomach, seeing a hand a foot! Two feet! How much more can these babies grow!? She was at the point where she could no longer move, regimented to bed rest. Ridden to uselessness had not pleased her, yet as soon as the matter was raised, motherly instinct had taken a hold of her. It was an alien sentiment for her, for a woman so utilised to scheduled normality and a life as bodyguard and protection.
Now, she found herself the protector of her children.
The twins were stirring toward the light, small indents on her skin from where they were pushing up and against her skin. And yet, now that it was happening, she never pictured herself a mother never. To hold a small, weeping child with messy hair in her arms. Riza assumed the life she chose meant a life without a family she knew that was something she had to essentially give
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