A year passed, and Ed was now able to move around on his own without drawing too much suspicion.

The lack of voice was slightly annoying, but he had found several ways around it, such as pointing, going from staring at his dad or mom to the object until they got the idea, or even just a gurgling noise that came from the back of his throat.

Another pain in the ass to him was the fact that he had to be doubly careful when eating because, like he had found out a few mere weeks before, choking on food without vocal cords sucked.

And finally, Alphonse.

His little brother.

Was due soon.

Ed stood on sturdy legs, revelling the feeling of having all of his limbs back to flesh and blood. His brother.

It was almost like a dream, he thought as he moved silently across the living room floor. He had seen his fiancé in the past life, blue eyes wide as she managed to take small, waddling steps for the first time. He had given her a childish grin, and continued to work on building up to running.

The first few times were disasters. His legs, not yet sturdy enough for the action, had collapsed beneath him until he had managed to complete a run from one side of the room to the other, and then he revelled in his mother and fathers praise.

He had started to manage more sounds, ranging from a shrill whistling noise to an exasperated breath. He also tapped.

One light tap for mom, two of the same for dad, one light, one heavy for both, a heavy tap for cup, two for food.

Admittedly, the last was the third most used, ranking just after dad, which ranked after mom.

It had taken an annoyingly long time for his parents to catch on, but now that they had, they smiled at him in amusement as he tapped excitedly, even though they knew only the basics of his language.

It was different by far from Dorset or braille- He would learn those later on, when it wouldn't be too suspicious,- but for now, tapping would work.

His mother picked him up suddenly, resting him against her swollen belly. His eyes turned up towards her questioningly. One thing he had been realizing lately was that his vision was much worse than it had been merely a week or two ago, and he knew what was happening.

He had gotten his first and last pair of glasses when he was three, refusing to wear them after a few days, claiming in fractured sentences that "He didn't like them."

This time, however, he figured he may as well wear them when the time came.

Over time, he had been able to get used to it, and never ran into any problems later on in life, although it had severely impacted his writing, therefore his seemingly skewed and illegible penmanship.

But something had him feeling that he wouldn't be able to adapt that easily this time.

He felt his moms stomach move beneath him as his brother turned, and he let a smile appear on his face. With a sharp, short whistle, his mom smiled, setting him down and keeping a watchful eye on him as he walked down the hall.

She gave his dad a quick warning that he was headed in his direction, and was answered with a slightly distracted, "Alright, dear."

He pushed open his fathers slightly ajar study door just enough for him to slip in, greeted by a smile on his dads slightly tanned face. "Its almost like you're older than you are, with how much you sneak around and understand." He said, scooping Ed up and placing him on one knee as he picked up a pen simultaneously.

Ed  gave a wry smile, which, he had found, looked very odd on his young face. "And there you go again." His father let out a slightly exasperated laugh before sobering up almost instantly. "I wonder..."

His thought wasn't completed, however, as a pain filled yell reached their ears.

Instantly, Ed had clambered down from his dads lap, and was hobbling down the hallway once again, as fast as his little legs were capable of. Hohenheim was faster, reaching mom faster than Ed could, as young as his body was.

"Trisha, dear, is everything alright?" His worried voice drifted to Eds ears.

"It's coming!" She ground out, eyes clenched tight in pain.

"But they're not due for another few days!"

"Well the baby said now, and I'm pretty sure they get to choose!" And Ed was drowned in nostalgia.

These were the same words that had transpired between Maes Hughes and his wife, Gracia, when their daughter Elysia had been born.

The door slammed, and he realized that Hohenheim had left, presumably to get the Rockbells, and that he was now alone with his mom. His mom, who was in so much pain her face contorted and she grasped at her stomach, trying desperately to ease the pain.

Another pain filled shriek tore from her mouth, and Ed hardly realized he was moving towards her until he was already there.

Voices were heard suddenly, and he was aware of being picked up by his arms, torn away from his mom and held in the firm arms of another woman.

Sarah Rockbell.

Winry's mom.

It had been a shock when he had first seen her parents, alive and well, with no idea that they would die in the next few years.

Edward was turned around so he was facing away from his mother, and the next few hours passed in a blur.

Voices, pained whimpers and his fractured vision was what he experienced.

Finally, the sharp cry of a new born ripped through the air, and Ed was allowed to turn and look back.

Alphonse Elric, eyes closed and mouth open in a wail of complaint, the gore of birth being gently wiped off of his body.

When he was clean and had been swaddled in a soft blanket, he was passed to his mom, a tuft of the signature golden colored hair that marked an Elric stuck up slightly, and both Ed and his mom shared a smile.

Alphonse Elric had his body, and this time...Edward was determined to keep it that way.

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More of a filler chapter than anything. Wrote most of this on the bus, so I just hope its not too shabby. AwesomeSauceMe Here ya go!
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