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The Colonel and his Lieutenants - a series of drabbles

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Looking at her pale reflection, Riza found herself wanting. Her face looked much too pale despite the make up that she was wearing.
“Oh Riza! Can you believe that I’m really getting married today?”
Riza turned around to face her best friend, who was wearing an ivory floor length dress and her hair was piled on the top of her head with ends curled. She looked every inch the perfect bride.
“Rebecca, Jean is a lucky man.”
“I know, right?”
“Mustang is going to lose it when he sees you today.”
Riza did like her dress. Bridesmaid dresses were often hideous, but Rebecca’s choice of a pale blue dress with a high back and no sleeves was a relief. She forced a smile as Rebecca continued to extol the virtues of her dressmaker.
Riza wasn’t feeling well and she wished she hadn’t eaten the porridge that morning. She could feel the food rising up in the back of her throat, but she quickly swallowed it down.
“Riza?” Rebecca’s eyebrows were knitted in worry, “Riza, are you okay?”
Despite the roiling in her stomach, Riza was determined to beat it today.
“I’m fine,” she lied, before her stomach could take no more. A moment later, she was keeled over, a puddle of vomit on her shoes and splattered on her dress.
“Clearly, you’re not fine,” Rebecca’s tone was offset by the concern in her eyes.
She put her arms around her and led her to the ensuite rest room.
“Be careful, you’ll get some on your dress.”
“Nonsense, like I care about that when you’re ill.” She shoved Riza in the direction of the chair placed beside the toilet. “Are you going to get sick again?”
Riza shook her head and wiped her mouth with her hand. “Some maid of honour, huh?”
Rebecca went to the sink and passed Riza a facecloth.
Riza looked up at Rebecca with a pitiful expression. “I’m sorry..”
“Don’t be an idiot. Mustang’s rubbing off on you. You need to get him to take you home and put you to bed.”
Riza sighed, “That was the problem in the first place.”
“What are you talking about?” Rebecca went back to the sink and came over with a glass of water, “Drink this up.”
Riza took the glass gratefully to relieve the eggy taste in her mouth. She felt a pressure on her feet as her friend wiped the vomit from her shoes. Looking at her best friend on her knees on her wedding day worrying and taking care of her on the day she was getting married filled Riza with guilt.
“Rebecca, I’m not sick,”she admitted.
“What do you mean? You just puked all over yourself!”
“I’m pregnant!” Riza rubbed at her eyes, which were starting to water. “It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I was planning on telling you after your honeymoon.”
Rebecca abandoned her cleaning and lifted her wide eyed gaze to Riza. “Are you going to keep the baby and raise it?”
“Of course, I’ve always wanted kids even though I never thought it could happen.”
“Oh Riza!” Rebecca threw her arms around her. “This is the best wedding present ever! You got knocked up for us!”
Riza started to smile, “I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner.”
“So then, tell me Mustang’s going to the honourable thing right and marry you, right?”
Despite all Rebecca’s barbs about Roy, Riza knew that Rebecca was aware of how committed both of them were to one another, but as Riza’s friend Rebecca often felt her friend deserved better than an illicit relationship.
Riza’s dress was high at the front and she reached and pulled her necklace from under her dress with a gorgeous ring hanging from it. It was a small silver band with a small diamond.
Rebecca squealed loudly, “I’ll be your maid of honour, right? Promise me you won’t elope without me.”
“I promise.”
“So, what are you and Mustang going to do? I mean you’re breaking the law by being together.”
“We are going to have to go to the Fuhrer and the Board of Generals to plead our case.”
“The Fuhrer’s your grandfather, I’m sure he’d make an exception.”
“If it was just him perhaps, but he has to keep the Board happy too. I think he would want me to resign my position as it would be the least damaging and I think he likes the idea of having a bunch of grandkids.”
‘What is it that you want?”
“I want to continue to work with the General and help him achieve his goals. All we can do is hope they see it our way.”
“Playing it by ear doesn’t sound like Mustang’s style.”
“Well, he’s willing to accept a demotion rather than be forced to stop working together. I can’t let him do that, not when it could ruin everything we’ve worked for and it’s not just us. A lot of people have made sacrifices to keep pushing him to the top.”
Rebecca made a scoffing sound, “People would look on him better if he took the blame and took a demotion rather than the man who threw his wife to the wolves.”
“That’s what Roy said too.” Riza bit her lip. “ Are you sure you haven’t been talking with him?” she joked.
“Well surprisingly even that idiot does make sense from time to time.”
Rebecca disappeared for a moment and Riza heard her call out.
“Mustang, you bastard! Get in here, you’re needed.” She peered back into the restroom at Riza. “He got you into this state, he can help clean up the mess.”
Riza wasn’t fooled, her friend could sense that right now he was who she needed.
There was a light knock on the door and Riza peeked out of the restroom. Rebecca opened the door a fraction, “It better not be you Jean.”
“Good it’s you.”
The sound of Roy’s familiar voice warmed Riza. “What’s wrong?”
Rebecca pulled him into the room by the tie and closed the door behind him..
“Congratulations!” Amused, Riza watched as her friend kissed him on the cheek, “You don’t deserve her, but you better treat her well or you’ll have me to answer to.”
Roy’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Rebecca pushed him to the ensuite bathroom, “I’ll give you five minutes, but I can’t give you any longer if I’m going to get married today.”
Roy eyes widened as he lay his eyes on Riza.
“Hey!” He rushed to her side and crouched down beside her chair. “ Are you okay?”
He leaned over and gently cradled her face with his right hand.
“Morning sickness.”
He knelt on his knees and pulled her to him, rubbing soothing circles on her back. “Do you want to go home?”
“No, I’m going to watch my best friend get married even if I feel like shit.
He kissed her on the forehead, “Let’s get you cleaned up properly and go watch Havoc commit himself to that harpy.”

Fin