A/N: I asked @wrongnote if she happened to have any fic ideas, and she said there aren’t enough fics of the time when the edwin children are not babies anymore. Well, I got immediately excited about the idea, and this is what I came up with. (Excuse the language once again)

Genre: fluff/humor

Words: 2,1k+

Rating: T, probably (I’m sorry I had to add that last part :S)

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“Emma, was
it? Come here for a sec.”

The golden haired, blue eyed little girl
turned to see who was talking to her. It turned out she didn’t know the
speaker; he was an older boy, about her brother, Alan’s, age. Even though this
kid was only two years older than her, he seemed so huge to the small sized
7-year-old. The boy had a messy, light brown hair and grey eyes that were
gleaming mischievously. Something about him made the normally brave Emma Elric
withdraw into her shell, and she wished she wouldn’t have decided to wait for
her friend with whom she was supposed to walk home.

“My brother
says I shouldn’t talk with anyone I don’t know.” Emma turned her face away from
the boy and lifted her chin proudly, trying to make him leave. However, her
actions only seemed to provoke him, because he mumbled, not quite clearly
enough for Emma to hear:

“You Elrics
are so damn proud. I hate you!”

“Huh?”

“My name is
George. There, now you know me. I want to talk to you outside.”

He pointed
towards the door, and tried to take a hold of Emma’s arm, but she was faster.

“W-why? I
don’t want to!”

“You will!
Or else!” 

“Or else what?” the girl finally found her voice again. She had Elric and
Rockbell blood in her, damn it. She would not be afraid of another kid, even if
he was bigger than her. Luckily her father had prepared her for situations like
this.

While
George considered his answer, she continued: “I haven’t done anything to you!
Why are you being so mean?”

“Maybe you
haven’t, but your brother beat me the other day, and I swear I will get back at
him!”

“My brother
never beats anyone unless he has a reason! You must have done something awful!”

Emma’s eyes
narrowed, and her scowl was so frightening that her father would have been
proud. Without even noticing, she took a step closer to the boy. Never before
had she felt a need to fight, but now…

“Nuh, I only
said him that your dad is such a loser, probably just drinking all day and
fucking your mo…….. OUCH YOU CRAZY SHIT!”

George didn’t
even have time to finish his sentence when he felt a small but hard fist hit
his face.

“You.
Don’t. Call. MY. DAD. A. LOSER!” She yelled between each hit she managed to
deliver. George was so dumbfounded by the girl’s attack that he didn’t even
manage to protect himself.

Unfortunately
for Emma, she was being so loud that one of the teachers, who was on her way to
the teachers’ lounge, heard her, and hurried to see what was going on.

“Emma
Elric!” she yelled as she saw a fierce looking girl with slightly bloodied
knuckles, and the older boy holding his nose under his sleeve. “What… What is
this about?!”

“He
insulted my dad,” the girl simply stated. George was lucky that looks couldn’t
kill because the glare she shot at him as she answered was murderous. The boy
turned his head to the other direction quickly.

“And since
when does that give you a right to get violent?!” the teacher wanted to know.

“If I
hadn’t hit him, he would have attacked me! My dad has always said a girl has to
be able to defend herself,” Emma stated, not understanding why the woman didn’t
see her point of view.

“Your dad
has without a doubt said a lot of other stuff too,” the teacher sighed, knowing
Edward Elric’s reputation.

The truth
was that ever since getting a family of his own, Ed had calmed down a lot, not
fighting every passerby if given a chance, but he still didn’t stand it if
someone insulted someone he loved. That’s why the teacher, Mrs. Evans, was
worried for a reason about what would happen when she had to contact Emma’s
parents about this incident. School rules, she had to let them know, even if
Emma was just a little girl, and George had probably deserved it. Maybe, if she
was lucky, Winry would be the one to answer the phone, although Mrs. Evans had
heard rumors about her wrench too. That family was crazy, the teacher concluded
in her head. It had been only a few days earlier that Alan Elric had beaten the
very same boy…

Then she
remembered that Alphonse Elric’s eldest would start in the same school next
year, and wondered if it was time to start asking for a transfer. Well, at
least Emma and Alan didn’t have more siblings… Yet.

Reluctantly,
Mrs. Evans pulled herself from her thoughts and asked Emma to come with her.
She would deal with George later.

Soon they
reached her room where she told the (surprisingly calm) girl to wait until
she’d call her parents. The phone rang three times, and Mrs. Evans almost
sighed of relief imagining that they wouldn’t answer at all, but just in that
moment she heard a clicking sound on the phone, and the person answering
introduced himself as “Edward Elric”.

Great. This
wouldn’t end well.

“Um,
he-hello. It’s… It’s Sophie Evans from Resembool elementary here.” she said
with a shaky voice.

“Don’t tell
me this is about Alan again.” Ed immediately jumped to a conclusion after
hearing who the caller was.

“N-no! It’s
not!” Mrs. Evans asserted quickly.

“Oh. What
is it then?”

“It’s…
Emma,” she answered quietly, expecting Edward to explode any minute now.

“Has she
hurt herself, has someone bullied her, has someone…?” the protective father
asked immediately, but her response wasn’t what he was expecting.

“No, she is fine. But she just hit someone.”

“My Emma
would /never/ do such a thing! If I believed in angels, I’d say she’s the angel
of the Elric house!” Ed wasn’t yelling quite yet, but Mrs. Evans could feel a
vein starting to pull in Ed’s forehead even from this far.

“I’m afraid
I just caught her in act, so what you believe isn’t important here,” the woman
responded, finally finding her confidence. Damn it, that man was so
infuriating! It was safe to say the two of them had a very different idea of
what was right and what was wrong.

“And…? What
exactly did you see?” Ed insisted on knowing.

“She
punched George Kent on his face so hard that his nose was bleeding.”

“That’s my
girl!” slipped from Ed’s mouth before he could stop himself.

“What did
you say?” Mrs. Evans raised her voice. It was like she was dealing with another
pupil instead of a father, she felt.

“I mean…
I’m sure that little sh… pipsqueak deserved it!”

“I don’t
care what young mister Kent did to provoke her, what’s important here is that
your daughter used physical violence against him.”

“Well, I
think you /should/ care more about Mr. Kent’s behavior, because despite what
you may think, I have never in my life seen Emma fight. She doesn’t do it for
fun. She’s there right now, isn’t she?”

“Yeah?”

“Ask her
what he said before she hit him.”

“Fine.” She
turned to Emma, holding the phone a bit farther from her mouth. “Emma, your dad
wants to know why you hit George.”

“He said…
he called you a loser, dad!” she got closer to the phone, so Ed could hear
better.

“And you
defended my honor? What a sweet, precious, adorable daughter I have!”

“Mr.
Elric!” Mrs. Evans tried to sound angry, but truthfully, hearing Edward Elric
using such words made her want to laugh.

“Although…
You wouldn’t have had to do that just for me. I couldn’t care less what the
Kents think of me,” Ed reassured her daughter, but he still had a huge smile on
his face.

“But I love
you dad! You are not a loser, and I wanted him to know that!” Emma tried to
explain herself.

“His family
is just jealous because we have it much better than they do. You are two smart,
awesome, uh, butt kicking children (I know you are listening, Mrs. Evans!),
both your mommy and I have jobs we love, and your mother is the most amazing
automail mechanic in entire Amestris! Remember that, kiddo.”

“Yes, dad!
But, uh…” Emma tried to voice the worry she had in her mind, “I think he would
have attacked me if I hadn’t hit him first.”

“In that
case I’m very happy you did what you did. Listen, I will talk to that George
boys’ parents, and make sure he will never get close to you or Alan again.
Don’t you worry!”

“Thanks
dad!”

“Also, Mrs.
Evans?” Ed addressed the teacher again.

“Y-yes,
mister Elric?”

“If I hear
that George Kent has bothered my children again at your school, I will get them
away from there right away, and let everyone know how you let your pupils
behave.”

Y-yes, sir,
I won’t let that happen, sir.” The way Ed had managed to turn the conversation
into his favor had made Mrs. Evans lose her confidence again.

“No need to
call me ‘sir’. I’m just a househusband. If you excuse me, I am researching the
medical effects of alchemy and alkahestry right now, and I’d rather do that
than have this meaningless conversation. So, goodbye. AlsoEmmaIloveyousomuch!”

“Love you
too, dad.”

Mrs. Evans
let Emma go after she finished the phone call, and after sitting down on her
chair and covering her face with her hand, she swore she would never get
involved with anything Elric related ever again.

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Later that
day, when Emma had returned home, a sudden question popped into her head:

“Dad, what
does ‘fucking’ mean?”

“Wait,
what? Where have you heard such a word?” he asked, ignoring the fact that he
may have slipped the said word on more than one occasion at home, even when the
children were hearing.

“It’s just,
that idiot, George, said you are doing with mum.”

“Sorry,
sweetie, you’re still too young to understand. He’s not entirely wrong though…”
he muttered, leaving her daughter even more puzzled. “Let’s just say it means I
love your mum an awful lot. Though, sometimes I’m bad at showing it.”

Winry
arrived in the room in that moment and smiled softly at the sight in front of
her. Lucky for Ed, she hadn’t heard the beginning of his answer, because her
reaction would have been entirely different in that case.

“Aw, Ed,
you big softie,” she teased. “I love you too, my alchemy freak.” She hugged her
husband from behind, and gave him a quick kiss on his neck.

“Eww, you
are so gross!” Emma protested, not approving the affection her parents were
showing in front of her.

“One day
you will be gross with someone too,” Winry said and scooped the girl on her
lap. Ed pulled his favorite girls into a hug, and stated: “But no matter what,
you are our awesome girl. Our awesome girl who can already kick boys’ asses!”

“Ed! Don’t
encourage her!” Winry warned, although she was worried that her daughter was
already a lost cause, having Elric blood in her.

“Oh come
on, a girl has to know how to fight! What do you think won me over, your
kindness or your ability to defend yourself?” Ed asked his wife.

“I think
alchemy has twisted your brain, Edward.” She sighed, but leaned her head against
his shoulder happily. If she was honest, she wouldn’t want to have it any other
way.

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Later that evening,
when the kids were asleep, Ed and Winry were talking in bed.

“They grow
up so fast,” Ed noted, “It feels like they were born just yesterday, and now
even Emma has found her Elric family trait.”

“They do,”
Winry agreed. “Hey, do you think…”

“Yeah?”

Winry
blushed fiercely, and she cursed her brain for making this more difficult than
it should be, but finally she finished:

“That we should get a new little one?”

“When
making them is so much fun? Hell yeah!” Ed agreed right away, but it was his
turn to blush when he saw his wife’s expression.

“Not even
trying to contain your excitement. Dork.”

“I happen
to know you enjoy it too,” Ed said back, and Winry stuck her tongue out.

“Nah,” she tried,
but Ed was already kissing her passionately, and sliding his hand down her
waist. Soon he pulled back and raised his eyebrow questioningly.

“Fine,
maybe a bit.”

Ed’s had
slid down even further, reaching her inner thigh, and she moaned a bit into his
mouth.

“Maybe a
lot,” she admitted as she pulled him onto her, and the couple let their feelings take
over.