Summary: Ed and Winry are preparing to move in together a bit before their wedding, but of course things don’t go like planned. (could be canon ‘verse or whatever universe you want!)

A/N: my part of the fic-art trade with @mavistuffz! I was planning to finish this way earlier but sometimes life and writer’s block happens Either way, I really hope you’ll enjoy this! It’s probably not quite what you had in mind, but hey, it’s EdWin, so that’s the main thing, right? :’) Let me know what you think!

Words: 2900+ (hey, at least it’s p long?)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing and some sexual implications, I guess (nothing bad tho)

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Ed and
Winry had only one month left till their wedding, and that meant a lot needed to be done before the big day. The quests had been invited,
dresses and suits bought, the venue and the theme colors chosen (to Ed’s
surprise, Winry had even allowed a little bit of black in the decorations because
it had been his wish), but that didn’t mean they were anywhere near done.

Perhaps one
of the biggest tasks they needed to
do before the wedding was moving into their own house. It had been decided
they’d move to Rush Valley after returning their honeymoon, which meant their
new home needed to be organized before the wedding. That only added pressure for
the bride and groom who had been stressed even before the moving.

They had found
a nice small place near Garfiel’s, something Winry was happy about despite her
teacher’s playful accusations that one day she’d open her own automail shop and
steal all his customers. While Winry was
dreaming about opening her own shop at some point, she had a secret she had
only told Ed so far, a secret that would affect her professional career quite a
bit. That’s why she was perfectly happy to work with Garfiel until she was
financially stable to start her own business. Ed would still continue doing his
research, and he had also received an interesting offer from General Mustang.
He had suggested Ed become an alchemy teacher in a nearby university that had
been opened recently. The young man had been a bit reluctant, reminding Roy he
couldn’t even perform alchemy anymore, but afterwards he had told Winry he
might consider it. That way he could spread important information that could
help them avoid the misuse of alchemy in the future.

The couple
finished carrying the last pieces of furniture (Winry only carrying light clothes
boxes because of her condition) and decided to take a breather before starting
to organize the smaller objects into their shelves. They had decided to start
with the kitchenware because they were planning to spend the night in their new
home and cook something for their helpers, Al, Garfiel and Paninya.

“Whew, I
thought we’d never get it finished,” Ed swept sweat from his forehead and took
a couple of steps back to see the final results of his work.

“Can you believe
it? Our first home together,” Winry marveled as she watched the view from the
kitchen.

Ed walked
right behind her and wrapped his arms around her belly. “Well, technically we have been living together
for quite a while now…”

“You know
what I mean,” Winry remarked. “This isn’t my granny’s place, this is yours,
mine and the baby’s.”

When Winry
said the last word, Ed’s hand automatically sought the still non-existent bump
and rubbed it lightly through her shirt.

“Do you
think she will be angry?” Ed asked worriedly.

“About the
baby? She’ll probably say something like ‘you damn kids start way too early
these days’ and then congratulate us. I’m pretty sure she and my grandfather
weren’t married yet when they had my father…”

“The old hag
is something else,” Ed snorted. “Remember what Dominic told us about her?”

“Hey, this
is my granny we are talking about! Please have some respect, she let you live
under her roof!” Winry reminded him and slapped his hands away from her belly.

“And while
there, I also got her granddaughter pregnant,” Ed laughed and earned an elbow
on his ribcage.

“Ouch!”

“Sometimes
I don’t know what I see in you.” Winry shook her head and turned to stare at her
fiancé judgingly.

“That’s too
bad because I do recall you promising to give 85 per cent of your life to me.”
Ed smirked at her smugly, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

“I might
still change my mind about that, Mr. Elric.”

“Nah, you
wouldn’t, future Mrs. Elric.”

“Oh, about
the name…” Winry seemed to taste the word with her tongue, “how would you feel
if I changed my last name to Rockbell-Elric instead?”

“That
sounds good to me.” Ed nodded. “I know you are proud to be a Rockbell.”

“I am. But
I’m also glad you have your mother’s last name because Rockbell-Hohenheim would
be a monster to say.”

“I won’t
disagree with you on that. Anyway, should we start organizing the kitchen?” Ed
asked. “The others might come any minute now…”

“Sure
thing. I’ll carry the dry foods here, you can set them where they belong.”

The work
progressed rather peacefully, until…

“What?”
Winry yelled suddenly. “The chocolate doesn’t need to be in the ice box! Why
would you put it in there anyway? I was planning to eat it soon because the
Truth knows I’m in need of something with a lot of sugar and fat right now.”

“Oh, here
we go with the cravings…” Ed mumbled under his breath, but unfortunately for
him, Winry heard him.

“Excuse
you, mister, I would like to see you carry a child for 9 months and see how
much chocolate you want to eat!”

“Relax,
Winry, I didn’t mean… I was just going to put it in there because it’s hot
outside and you really don’t want it to melt, do you?”

“Fine,
then… just don’t make that mistake again!”

“I won’t!”
Ed promised quickly, knowing it was dangerous to fight with Winry right now.

The couple
continued to fill the shelves and closets, but it wasn’t calm for long.

“Did you…
did you buy blue cheese even though you know how much I hate it?” Ed nearly
screamed when he opened the ice box again. “It’s even grosser than the milk
it’s been made of! It has fucking mold on it!”

“Oh, I’m
sorry. I try to remember that the next time we go do some grocery shopping. The
same way you hopefully remember to not buy pickles! Even the smell of those
things makes me throw up, Edward!”

“You never
told me that!” he claimed. “Of course I wouldn’t have bought them if I had
known!”

It was a half-truth;
now that he thought of it, Winry might
have mentioned something about pickles earlier, but he hadn’t remembered. If he
had, there was no way he would have bought them.

“I most
certainly did!” Winry argued. “Do you remember when I got sick the other day
after seeing your sandwich? It was because it had pickles on it. And I remember
clearly saying: ‘don’t ever eat those again near me’! You just never listen!”

“I do
listen! It’s just, when you go ‘don’t do this, don’t do that’ all day, every
day, some things are just easy to forget!”

“You know
what, Edward? Fuck you. I really really don’t know why I’m gonna have a wedding
with you in a month.”
“Winry! I’m sor…”

Ed didn’t
get to finish his apology before Winry marched out of the room, slamming the
door angrily behind her.

“Oh,
great,” Ed growled to himself. “I screwed it up again. Just when we were
supposed to move in here too…”

Ed didn’t
get to fume alone for a long while, because Al and Paninya chose that moment to
return from their break.

“Why do you
look so murderous? Not that you don’t always look a little bit scary, but isn’t
this supposed to be a happy day?” Al asked, raising his eyebrow questioningly.

“If there
was a moment when I wished I’d be able to hit myself, that would be now,” Ed
stated, making the other two glance at each other with confusion.

“OK?” Al tried
to get his brother to elaborate a bit.

“I got her mad
again,” Ed said after a while. “And in the worst possible moment too. I know
she’s been particularly sensitive lately, yet I couldn’t stop in time…”

“What do
you mean when you say she’s been particularly sensitive lately? Is there any
specific reason for that?” Paninya had become good at reading other people’s
emotions and she could sense Ed was hiding something from her. He turned away
from the other two, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

“I… uh… you
guys weren’t supposed to know yet… she wanted to tell you herself. Oh man,
she’s really gonna kill me when she finds out…”

“Brother?
Could you please talk like a normal human being? I don’t understand a word you
said.”

“I
shouldn’t tell you!” he tried one more time, even though he knew he had already
lost this battle.

“Wait a
second…” Paninya had a moment of realization. “You said she’s been sensitive
lately… she’s been spending a lot of time in the toilet, and… you guys didn’t
tell us what you are going to do with that spare room… She’s pregnant, isn’t
she?”

“I… Fine…
Yes, she is.” Ed stuttered, seeing it was too late to deny it anymore.

“Way to go,
guys!” Pan exclaimed and smacked Ed on his shoulder in a friendly manner.
“Although, I admit I didn’t think you’d have it in you. Usually you blush when she’s
simply in the same room with you. I gotta talk to her as soon as possible! But
you, mister,” she pointed at Ed, “You need to talk to her first. I remember
hearing something about a stupid argument earlier, and I won’t let you get away
with it that easily. Go make it right. That’s what she’d tell me if I was in
your situation.”

“I guess
you’re right,” Ed sighed. “Why does it have to be so damn hard, though? Hey,
Al?”
Al hadn’t gotten a chance to say anything yet, he was just standing there,
looking dumbfounded.

“You’re
having… a baby? I’m… gonna become an uncle?”

“Yes,” Ed
said carefully, scared of an explosion even though he should have known Al would
never react like that.

“That’s…
that’s so amazing, brother! I’m so happy for you!” the younger brother suddenly
exclaimed and rushed to hug Ed.

“Take it
easy, Al,” he tried to calm him down, although he was secretly very happy and
relieved about his reaction. “I can’t breathe!”

When Al
finally let go of him, he got an idea.

“Hey,
before I go to talk to her… There’s something we could do.”

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Ed dragged
Al to a grocery store, and when they got to one of Ed’s favorite sections, he asked:

“Which
flavor do you think she’d like? Nuts? Salt? Berries? Just regular?”

“Shouldn’t
you be the one to know that?” Al asked back. “You’re the one who’s gonna get
married to her.”

“Shut up,
Al. Oh, look! There are even skeleton shaped ones! These are so cool!”

“Edward,”
Al said with a warning tone, “remember that you are buying them for her, not
for you. She would not like that.”

“Fine. What
would you suggest then?”

“I say you
should try to make them special. Something she can’t buy from this store. Hey,”
he pointed at one shelf, “there are molds there! Look at this, don’t you think
she’d like this?”

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After
buying the products for preparing the special gift, Ed and Al told Paninya to
go and distract Winry while they’d be working in the kitchen. She was still
sulking upstairs, and the boys didn’t want her to come down before they were
finished with their work. Paninya agreed after hearing the brothers’ plan and climbed
the stairs to the bedroom, stopping to knock the door.

“Who is it?
Ed, if it’s you, I swear to Truth I’m in no mood to…”

“No, it’s
me, Pan.” The dark-haired young woman said calmly.

“I guess
come in then,” Winry replied. Paninya wondered if she had heard a bit of disappointment
in her voice.

“I heard
what happened,” she said. “You know, I don’t usually defend your idiot of a
boyfriend, but he really is sorry.”

“If you
came here to talk for him…”

“No, I came
here because you’re my friend and of course I’m worried about you.”

“OK.” Winry
calmed down and sat down on the bed, folding her arms on her lap.

“Uh, please
don’t get mad,” Pan said after trying to decide how to tell her the news, “but…
he accidentally revealed your secret. Or rather, I guessed it when he said some
weird things.”

“Oh great. That
idiot. I really didn’t want you to find out that way,” Winry sighed,
understanding Paninya must have talked about her pregnancy. “I was supposed to
tell you soon…”

“It doesn’t
matter, Winry! I’m happy for you, I really am! It’s just, you guys seem to get
into a fight over smallest things, and what if… what if it gets out of control
and one of you says something you can’t fix?”

“Trust me,
that thought has crossed my mind a few times. But don’t worry, at the end of
the day, we still love each other. He may be an idiot, but… he’s still my
idiot. And besides,” Winry blushed fiercely, “afterwards, making up is always
fun.”

“That’s too
much information, Win!”

“OK, OK,
sorry. But it’s not just the sex, he’s always super sweet and thoughtful after
a fight. Sometimes he cooks something good, and once he even let me use his
favorite leather jacket… You know how he loves that thing.”

“Wow.
Sounds like you have him totally wrapped around your finger.”

“Even
though I hate to admit it at the moment, he does that same to me,” Winry’s face
got even redder. “There’s a reason why I’m marrying him, after all. But what is
taking him this long?” She suddenly got worried. “Usually he comes to find me a
lot faster…”

“He’s… busy
doing something.” Paninya said carefully, not wanting to reveal the secret Ed
was preparing.

“OK. He’d
better do it fast, though,” Winry complained. “I’m getting really hungry here.”

“You have
already forgiven him, though, haven’t you?”

“When you
are fighting with him as much as I am, you kinda have to learn to do it fast.”
Winry smiled.

“You seem
to enjoy the fighting, am I right?”

“I guess
you are. I wouldn’t be able to be with someone who never challenges me.”

“Aww. Then
you are definitely marrying the right person.”

“Hey! Only
I have the right to insult him!” Winry exclaimed, pretending to be angry, but soon
burst into laughter.

The girls
changed the subject and started talking about baby related things, like the
baby’s sex and name suggestions. At some point Al peeked into the bedroom and told
Paninya Ed and he were ready.

“Where are you
taking me?” Winry tried to pry when Al came in and tied a scarf around her head,
so she couldn’t see what was happening around her.

“It’s a
surprise. That’s why there’s a blindfold,” Al said and spun Winry around a
couple of times so she wouldn’t be able to figure out their direction too
easily.

“I don’t
like surprises,” Winry tried to protest but followed Al when he dragged her
forward.

“Are we
there yet?” she asked impatiently when her future brother-in-law seemed to take
her in and out of a lot of rooms.

“Soon,
Winry, soon.”

They
stepped into a room that had been empty before the fight because the couple had
agreed that they still had plenty of time to organize it. When Al took the
scarf off from Winry’s face, she didn’t recognize the space at first. There was
a chest of drawers for the baby’s clothes Pinako had given for the couple (not
knowing they’d be using it for this purpose, however), a shelf for toys and
other things (a surprisingly cute dragon plush already sitting there), a table for
changing the diapers, and…

“A crib?”
Winry asked aloud when she saw the object she didn’t remember seeing earlier. “When
did you have time to get this?”

“Just a
little while ago… You know, Al helped a bit…” Ed said, referring to his
alchemy. “But I added some things of my own in there. And I would have added
more but Al didn’t let me.” Al rolled his eyes at his brother, knowing he had
wanted to make the crib black and add some spikes and gargoyles here and there.
He’d have to hide Ed’s drawing from Winry…

Winry
pulled the blanket on the crib away and saw a huge bowl in there. And the bowl
was full of…

“Chocolate
wrenches!”

“If you
want to throw me with them… go ahead.”

“No way!”
Winry said and took one chocolate wrench into her hand excitedly. “I’m going to
eat this right away!”

As she
munched happily, Ed said: “I’m sorry about earlier. I know this moving in and
the wedding and now the baby too have been stressing you… I shouldn’t be the
one to add you even more stress. And I promise to listen to you more often now.
By the way, I threw all the pickles away too.”

“That’s
good. I shouldn’t have nagged you about the chocolate either. And you don’t
have to eat the blue cheese if you don’t want to.”

“You know I
don’t,” Ed snorted and went to hug his soon-to-be-wife.

“We’re a pair
of idiots, aren’t we?” Winry murmured when she snuggled her head against his
shoulder.

“I guess we
are. Hey, we’re not skipping our favorite part of making up, though?” he
whispered, trying to make sure Al and Paninya weren’t hearing.

“You give
me some real food first, and we’ll see what happens after that,” Winry said
with amusement, intertwining their fingers.

“It’s a
deal.”

A/N: In case you missed it, I drew a picture of Ed’s version of the crib. Check it out!