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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
September Royai PromptDisclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.September Royai Prompt by Tigrette-of-Fire
A/N: I know what you're all thinking: Tigrette-of-Fire is posting? What is this blasphemy! And you're absolutely right. I haven't updated in ages. I got really engrossed in my art and my writing got left in the dust. It's kind of sad actually; I spend way too much time on deviantART.
Speaking of dA, the reason I'm writing this is for a prompt on one of the groups I'm part of over there: Royai-Fiction. This might become a series of prompts, at which I will post the prompt at the end (if I know the prompt it always ruins it for me). Hope you enjoy!
Hughes was full of schemes; everyone knew that. But this, this was strange, even for Hughes. When he said "a night out" everyone thought it was a night at the bar, not a night out of town at a safe house in the middle of nowhere.
"This is stupid!" Havoc whined, watching the bubbly Hughes in the driver's
MedicinesThe sound of raindrops echoed through the small attic, hammering at the broken windowpanes in an effort to break through the splintered wood and cracked glass. Bowls half filled with water were strewn across the floor in an effort to catch each stray drip, creating sounds close to music that echoed through the room.Medicines by RabidFowlFan
There were few upsides to rain in the Hawkeye household, but at least it stopped the people in town from glaring at Riza when she walked to school. He knew what they thought of Master Hawkeye's alchemy.
Feverish and exhausted, Roy could barely keep his thoughts straight as the scrawny blonde thirteen year old tried to force medicine down his throat. "No," he managed to mumble, shifting his weight on the thin mattress, making the old maple bedframe groan and complain.
"Come on, Mister Mustang. You'll feel better, I promise."
She sounded so earnest, even through his haze of half-sleep. Still, he waved her off, taking great care not to knock the thick glass bottle
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