The Rest of the Story

A/N: Since I didn't include this in either story, you get it here. Our boys' wedding.

I Do

Roy and Ed walked into the courthouse, each carrying one of the twins while holding one another’s hands. Those closest to them were filing into the building behind them, and Ed could only tilt his head up to look at the older man at that moment. He was not a sentimental person, but there was something about knowing that in a few minutes, this man would be his husband that brought out what little romanticism he had out.

Roy caught his eyes, grinning down at him as he jiggled Nicholas in his arms. “I think he’s getting fussy,” the older man said.

Ed nodded, but worried what would happen if either baby cried before he could get to them. He was wearing a very good suit, and he knew well enough what happened to his body when he heard them crying.

“I can take Aideen,” Al said at Ed’s side. “That way you’re not holding them and trying to say your vows.” Ed thanked his brother and handed over the little girl who had been resting comfortably in his automail arm.

Winry, much to everyone’s surprise, went up to Roy’s side and made the same offer to him.

“I can hold Nicholas if you need me to,” she said, looking up at him with an expression of calm that Al would not have expected considering how awkward things between the two now that both were aware of what had happened in Ishbal and both knew the other did.

Roy nodded and passed the baby with his tuft of blond hair to Winry. She naturally cooed and jiggled Nicholas. The younger groom could see that one day she would make a good mother, and guessing by the way his brother looked at her—out of real eyes, finally—he thought that it might be to his nieces and nephews.

“Well, then,” the judge said, looking at Ed and Roy, “you do realize I am not qualified to do an alchemist wedding, don’t you?”

“We know,” Roy said. “But today, we want to get married. An alchemist wedding isn’t required for that.” He squeezed Ed’s hand, and the teen wanted to tear up, then cursed himself for feeling that way. Apparently, the hormones that let him feed the twins also were messing with his emotions, though it wasn't as intense as it had been a few weeks ago.

Roy leaned down and hugged Ed with one arm, pulling him close enough that it covered the momentary rush of emotions. Thankfully, Ed was able to just feel grateful, rather than sobbing at Roy’s tact at the moment. There was a plus to no longer being pregnant.

“Well, then,” the judge said, “step forward.”

The teen and his fiancé did as instructed and stood in front of the judge. “Your names?”

“Edward Warren Elric,” Ed said. He didn’t love his middle name, but it could have been worse. It was his initials that he hated: EWE.

“Do you need the middle names?” Roy asked.

At that, the teen’s eyes darted up and looked at the soon-to-be fuhrer. It struck him that he didn’t know the other man’s middle name. Roy was really stalling here, and Ed had to wonder why exactly.

“Yes, for purposes of record,” the judge said.

Roy sighed, and Ed could swear he heard Havoc snickering. Though that could have been over the fact that he’d jammed the little blond groom into the wedding cake to emphasize how short Ed was; not that he was short, but in comparison to Roy, he just wasn’t tall.

“Roy Irving Mustang,” Roy said.

Ed felt he deserved an award. Not only did he manage to keep a straight face at the name itself, he didn’t burst out into laughter when his mind realized what the older man’s initials were: RIM.

Roy scowled a little at Ed, and the blond assumed his future husband had spotted the mirth in Ed’s eyes that couldn’t be hidden, despite his best efforts.

“Will either be taking the other’s name?” the judge asked.

“I’m staying an Elric and he’s staying a Mustang,” Ed said.

The judge then looked at the crowd around him. “Well, then, let’s begin.”

The two men took hands and stood to face one another, Nicholas quietly fussing in the background, Aideen asleep beside him in her uncle’s arms.

“Do you, Edward Warren Elric take Roy Irving Mustang as your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, until parted by death?”

“I do,” Ed said, squeezing Roy’s hands in his.

“Do you, Roy Irving Mustang take Edward Warren Elric as your husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health, until parted by death?”

“I do,” Roy said, squeezing Ed’s hands as the younger man had done.

“Do you have rings?” the judge asked.

“I’ve got them,” Raine said, holding out the two platinum bands.

“You may now exchange the rings,” the white-haired man said.

Roy took the band first and slide it onto Ed’s finger next to the engagement ring, activating the transmutation circle that twisted the two metals together into a single ring. Ed then repeated the action, doing the same.

“I now pronounce that you two have joined your lives together in marriage. You may show a sign of your love and affection for one another.”

Ed looked up at Roy with a broad grin and pulled the taller man down to kiss him, only half-hearing the sound of Nicholas crying in the background. Roy eagerly pressed their lips together, and the two men lightly brushed their tongues together in the kiss before breaking it and turning to their friends and family.

“Go out into the world now as a couple.”

Nicholas was now crying loudly, and Ed’s happy expression broke for just a moment with a slight look of panic. He’d worried about this and thought it just couldn’t happen, wouldn’t happen during his wedding. There was nothing he could do at the moment, except for grabbing hold of his noisy little boy and feeding him before things got worse, so he plastered a smile back on and went to take Nicholas from Winry.

“You may use the lounge if you want to have a small party,” the judge offered after looking out at the window and seeing the crowd of people outside. Most of the small gathering who witnessed the wedding filed out while Roy took Aideen back from her uncle, who knowingly followed the rest of the friends and family after Aideen was out of his hands.

“Ed?” Roy asked. “Are you okay?”

The blond looked up at his new husband, seeing the worry on his face. “I need to find a bathroom or something. Nicholas is hungry.”

The judge opened a door. “Use my chambers,” he said. “I have a trial that I’m heading to at the moment.”

Ed thanked the man and went into the office.

“Ed? You looked a little anxious earlier. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I just…” he sighed and handed Nicholas to Roy so he could unbutton his suit jacket. “I just got another reason to hate milk.” When the jacket was removed, the teen revealed two wet spots on his white shirt, and he heard snickering above him.

“Don’t you dare laugh,” he said, dangerously. “Or I’ll find a way to make sure you can help out with the feeding duties.”

Eyes widened slightly, Roy bit his lip to keep from laughing as Ed unbuttoned the white dress shirt and pushed aside the undershirt beneath. “Give him to me,” he said, taking a seat on the leather sofa in the judge’s chambers.

The older man nodded and handed over Nicholas. “Not exactly how I expected to start our married life,” he said, gently bouncing Aideen.

“No,” Ed said, as he held Nicholas to his chest, “but I didn’t exactly plan to ever be pregnant either, so this isn’t much of a surprise.”

“I guess not,” Roy said. He took a seat beside Ed and wrapped an arm around him. “You know that I think you’re absolutely amazing, don’t you?”

“Yeah, you’re not so bad either.” He grinned up at Roy.

“Brat,” his husband said before kissing him on the cheek.