Moms Made Fullmetal Week 2020
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So here's a little part from my multi chapter fic Blessed that matches the prompt! You can check it out in the link below if you enjoyed this little scrap!
“Yes, sure. I didn’t manage to take any clothes with myself…I…” she said, but didn’t know how to continue. Her mother had literally kicked her out so she couldn’t pack any clothes or more money than she had in her pockets. They were almost over anyway, as she had used them on her way to Central.
“Don’t worry, I will give you everything you need. Make yourself at home.” Riza replied with a warm smile that made Victoria feel a little better.
“Thank you, Mrs. Mustang.”
Riza froze and Roy bit his tongue trying not to comment amused by Riza’s usual reaction. “Call me Riza, sweetheart.” She replied kindly. “We might make noise in the morning when we’re leaving for work, I hope you will be able to sleep some more.” She added concerned looking at the purple bags under her eyes.
“Don’t worry about that.” Victoria said still shyly. She needed to get used to the new place and to both Roy and Riza. Having someone concerned about her was weird, especially since Riza didn’t have any blood connection with her. She wished her own father would talk to her more, but every time she fixed him with her eyes, he seemed to avoid her.
“I’ll get you something to eat.” Riza said before Roy left the living room and headed towards the bathroom. He needed a long shower. In fact, all he needed was to get his head under some water, so he wouldn’t hear his thoughts anymore.
All Riza could offer her to eat were some pizza slices from last night. Neither of them had time to cook so they usually ordered food home or went to eat out. Even if Victoria didn’t say she was hungry, once Riza had placed the pizza slices in front of her, it wasn’t hard to tell that she was starving. Riza wondered when the last time she had eaten something had been.
“Thank you so much. You shouldn’t be so nice to me.” The girl said as she took another bite.
“Why shouldn’t I?” She asked as she started preparing some tea.
“Well, I’m…I’m your husband’s daughter. You shouldn’t like me. If I were you I wouldn’t like the fact that I appeared out of the blue.”
Riza laughed shortly. “I’m not like the step-mothers from fairy tales.” She added and surprised herself saying ‘step-mother’. This was what she was, huh? Victoria smiled too and for a second Riza thought she had seen Roy’s smile.
“How is he like?” She wasn’t sure if she should call him father or Roy.
Riza wanted to respond that he is everything but held that thought back and started pouring the tea in two cups. “He is a very good person. He’s really determined and carrying. I know that right now it seems like he doesn’t care, but I promise you, he is only nervous.”
“He doesn’t believe I’m his daughter…”
“But I do believe you are his daughter.” Riza said as she sat down and passed to her a cup of tea.
“No. Because you ate the pizza crust, just like him.”
She laughed, for the first time that day. She was so thankful for Riza. She seemed to be such a sincere and kind person. At the hearing of the unknown but pure laughter, Roy came into the kitchen dressed up in his spare night clothes he was keeping at Riza’s.
He was feeling refreshed and all he needed was to cuddle with his wife and fall asleep. However, he couldn’t completely ignore his daughter that evening, especially now that the shower energized him to make a move.
“Yes, Riza took care of everything.” Victoria answered gratefully.
“She always does.” He said from the doorframe, looking lovingly at his wife.
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