Naming the Hero
A/N this has been in my wip for quite some time now. I touched it up a little, but I’m not 100% with it. But I don’t know how much more I can look at it and not hate. WHICH I DONT WANT TO BECAUSE ITS HELLA CUTE OK.
So here it is. a TrishaxHoho drabble
Rating: K – 545 words – Fluff
On a lazy afternoon in Resembool, Trisha and Hohenheim contemplate about their firstborn.
“My, my. He’s a kicker.”
Hohenheim passively grunted in response, turning to her from reading his book, Raising Babies and You. “How do you know it’s a boy?”
Trisha lovingly rubbed her swollen belly, smiling down at their unborn child, then at him. “Why don’t you find out?” She answered softly.
Her smiles are always the sweetest, but he knew better. He knew he was just being lured into finding out whether it was a boy or a girl. He knew that she knew that he could find out.
Setting the book aside, he placed his hands on his Trisha’s pregnant belly. She “ooh”ed at his touch, her eyes following his hands. Subtle, red electricity sparked from his fingertips
“Dear, I just wanted you to feel him kick.”
Just underneath the stretch of skin, his palm sensed the movement. The wave of emotion hit him harder than he expected with the realization that his son was currently in there.
“Don’t cry!” A gentle hand clasped his face.
He cleared his throat, turning away from her. He wiped his eyes swiftly. “I wasn’t, it was the wind.”
“You’re right, it is pretty windy today.” She reassured him. After a moment, she asked, “Is it a boy?”
He nodded, clearing his throat and settling back into his reading spot against the tree.
“What should we name him?”
He choked, not having considered he’d choose a name – for him – with her. His eyes began to burn behind his glasses again. “You’ll only make fun of me if think of names.” He said dismissively to her.
“I won’t.” She winked, sitting up against the bark. “I promise.”
Hohenheim rubbed his golden-haired chin thoughtfully.
‘Theo. Theophrastus Bombastus.’ The dwarf had said.
Trisha hummed indifferently.
“Mayo?” She giggled with the cutest pinch in her brow.
He narrowed his eyes, grumbling at her. “Did you hear the news from town?”
“That a monster was stalking residents around Resembool.” He shifted his glasses. A glare gleamed on the lens, blocking the view of his eyes ominously. “A tickle monster…”
“Oh no, that sounds awful.”
“Going after pregnant women with brown hair,” Hohenheim continued, extending his hands out like claws at her.
“Oh no!” Her arms went to her sides, but it wasn’t enough. Trisha convulsed into fits of giggles and unladylike squawks at the first touch to her sides. “I’ll behave!” She yielded, and drifted off pensively after catching her breath. “Hmm. What about…Edowado.”
He pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose as he looked towards her. “Why not just Edward?”
She perked up, turquoise eyes of hers glistening. She clapped her hands together. “Yes! You really are brilliant, Mr. Hohenheim!”
“You wanted that from the beginning, didn’t you?”
She shook her head with a playful air around her. “Not at all.”
He paused for a moment, looking at the rolling clouds just like an image that rolled somberly into his own thoughts. “He’ll have your name.”
“It can’t be helped.” Trisha placed his palm on her womb. There was a sheen layer of moisture in her eyes. “As long as he knows you’re his father and you nurture him and teach him the wonderful things you know. But most of all.”
Hohenheim wiped a tear from her eye as a single drop escaped from him.
“That you love him.”