#so I left it ambiguousish

[scentedbygunpowder]

“Whoa, you look like you’re ready to burst.”

Apparently, no one had ever schooled Roy Mustang in the things that should and shouldn’t be said to a pregnant lady. It didn’t matter that it was true, it still shouldn’t be said. At nine months along, Riza felt huge. Her back ached constantly, her feet hurt her, and getting dressed in the morning had turned into a light exercise routine--especially when it came to shoes. There might have been a morning or two were Riza just gave up, slipped on something that was, well, a slip-on, and made her way to the office, getting on of the men to help her put her boots on.

Of course, normally she would have asked Roy, but he had been called away on a trip for the military, and hadn’t seen her in over a month. She suspected that the surprise of seeing just how much her belly had grown in the time that he had been gone was what led to the comment that came out of his mouth, but that explanation did little to soothe her irritation.

“They still allow me a firearm, sir,” she said, putting emphasis on the ‘sir’ to show just how irritated she was at his comment. “I don’t usually wear it, because of difficulties with size and placement, but I can still pull it out quickly and shoot. Maybe you can give me a good reason not to shoot you for that comment.”