"Boudoir Photos"
***Thank you to @erimeows for working on this collab project with me! Please go check out their fic "Boudoir" which is a prequel to this one! Also massive thanks to @treblemaker45 for Beta reading!***
Riza Mustang sits straight up in bed, her heart hammering in her chest. She throws the covers back, puts her feet to the floor, and runs as fast as they can carry her.
She barely makes it to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet before vomiting spectacularly. Tears spring unbidden to her eyes as her stomach clenches and acid burns her throat.
“Again?”
She can’t even look up at the sound of her husband’s tired voice, and he comes to kneel behind her, insisting on holding back her hair.
When she finally finishes and leans back against the side of the bathtub, he hands her a piece of toilet paper to wipe her mouth. Riza tosses the paper into the bowl and flushes the mess away as he rises, turning on the sink and wetting a washcloth. Riza leans her head against the cool porcelain, trying to catch her breath.
Roy kneels again beside her with the cold washcloth, pressing it to her cheek, but she snatches it from him irritably.
“You don’t have to do this,” she mumbles, feeling ashamed as she wipes tears from her cheek. “I keep telling you.”
Roy sits down cross-legged, running his hands up and down his bare arms, clearly cold in the early morning.
“And I keep telling you,” he replies patiently, “that I don’t mind.” He sighs and puts his hand on her knee. “I know we both wanted this baby, but every time I see you suffering like this, I keep thinking, ‘Damn you, Mustang. You’ve hurt her again.’” He smiles ruefully, cutting her off before Riza can argue. “And I know that’s ridiculous, but I can’t help it.” He raises his hand from her knee and brushes her bangs back from her forehead. “I just want to do what I can to support you, Ria.”
Boudoir Photos











