He wasn’t surprised when he woke to find her pillow cold. Winry tended toward midnight inventing sessions. But when he couldn’t get back to sleep and hauled himself out of bed to make some tea, there were retching noises coming from the bathroom as he passed it.
He was inside in a flash, gathering back her hair and holding it for her as she heaved. When her stomach was empty, she sat back on the floor and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, looking pale and sheepish.
“Sorry about that,” she muttered. “Something I ate didn’t agree with me.”
Ed was at the sink, running her a glass of water. She took it, swished and spat into the toilet gratefully as he sat down next to her with an uneasy look on his face.
“Winry,” he said, worriedly, “I believed that the first time. This is, what? The third time this week? My cooking isn’t that bad.”
She laughed at that, but shook her head. “I’m fine, Ed. Believe me.”
“I’m trying to,” he said, cradling her cheek with his human hand. “But…Winry, the only reason I’ve been cooking so much is because the smell of food is making you sick. You’re getting headaches constantly—don’t give me that look, I’ve seen you rubbing your temples when you think I’m not looking.”
“Really, it’s nothing,” Winry insisted, starting to stand. “I’m fine, I just—” Her face went pale, and she sat down again with a dazed thump.
Ed was too worried to bother with I-told-you-sos. “What’s wrong?” he asked, a trace of desperation creeping into his voice. “Granny Pinako told me you’ve been going into town to see the doctor. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”
“I’m not sick, Ed!” Winry said, thwapping him on the shoulder. He caught her hand.
“Well, what is it, then?” he demanded. “Is it stress? I know you’ve been getting loads of commissions lately, maybe you’re having anxiety attacks from too much work, or—”
Winry burst out laughing.
“Ed,” she said, lacing her fingers gently through his. “Stop worrying. It’s not anxiety. I’m just having a baby.”
Ed blinked. “Oh, is that a—what?!” He stared at her, flabbergasted. “You’re…I mean, we’re…having a… Why didn’t you just tell me?”
“I wanted to surprise you when I knew for sure,” Winry said softly. He had lost too much already. “I didn’t want it to be a false alarm.”
Ed nodded, slowly. “So…do you know for sure now?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Winry said. “It’ll be in about seven months.”
“A baby,” he whispered, wide-eyed…and suddenly his face lit up like an alchemical array in full glow, and he let out a whoop and caught her in an ecstatic kiss.
“Happy?” she asked, grinning, when he drew back.
“Are you kidding?” he hooted. “A baby! We’ve gotta call Al!” He helped her to her feet, and they hurried downstairs, leaving bathroom and anxiety behind.
-Tobu Ishi
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