Edward awoke once more that morning, granted it was late morning, to a much more pleasant and familiar sound. His eyes opened to form slits, and he quietly peered upwards to where his wife and child were.
Winry had the boy in his arms, laughing away and grinning from ear to ear for no reason other than being very, very happy. It almost seemed ludicrous that twenty-four hours ago he felt like he was going to lose his sanity. As much as he wanted to join them in that second, he stayed still, wanting their moment to go on just a bit longer. That is, until a demanding, or what seemed like demanding to Ed, knock echoed from the door and into the room.
He gave a loud grunt, threw his sheets off his body and got up in one fluid movement, surprising Winry.
"Well good morning to you to. How long were you were awake?" she asked him in a mock accusatory tone.
He glanced over her way as she spoke and stopped before making it to the door. Deciding the person on the other side could wait a little lo