Major Maes Hughes snagged Second Lieutenant Hawkeye before she could quite escape the office. "Lieutenant," he trilled, blissfully. "I was wondering if you had-"

She tugged her sleeve out of his hand and took a large step back. "Major. I was just on my way out."

"Yes, I sawwwwwww." He beamed wider, leaning in, glasses reflecting the light. "Have you been by to see-"

"Yes. Yes, I was." Her face was pale, her eyes wide.

Hughes squirmed happily. "So, when do you think the baby'll be born? Ahhh! What'll I do if it's tomorrow!"

Hawkeye drew in a deep breath. "Sir... the baby won't be - it shouldn't be - I HAVE TO GO." She turned and marched away abruptly, back stiff.

Sighing, Hughes shook his head and headed into Lieutenant Colonel Mustang's office. "I don't know," he said. "You'd think people would be more supportive."

Roy turned and glared at him. His bulk had filled out over the previous months, his belly stretching roundly before him, forcing him to lower his uniform pants and untuck his shirt. He was leaning against a wall for support, and seemed pale, lips tight, brows drawn down angrily.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"This," Roy declared, "is all your fault."

Hughes beamed. "Well, we did it together, my darling-"

"Don't call me-" Roy gasped, broke off midword.

"What?! What is it?! What's wrong-"

"She... she's going to be born..."