HI! I'm so very sorry about how long this has taken but my life is just being dominated by my final year at university. This might mean that the udates you get will be shorted chapters but at least it's goiung to start being updated more often! Thanks to everyone who has been so supportful and reviewed, faved and alerted. I really apprieciate it all! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA or the characters but I do own Maes Hawkeye and the plot :)

Riza couldn't keep herself still. She was sat in a nice Xing restaurant in down town central in a smart red cocktail dress. Maria was nattering on about her up coming date with Denny and Gracia sat happily listening with a florescent coloured cocktail happily sat in her hands. Riza shifted her legs across again twisted her fingers, her eyes darting to the street outside, expecting someone to run in any moment to say that Maes was in danger. Why had she agreed to this? The last time she'd left Maes alone he'd screamed for her and then a station collapsed on top of him. She shuddered just remembering the awful day she thought she'd lost him, it was an experience she was not willing to repeat. Ever.

Though he'd seemed happy enough when she'd left him. Riza had written out a full three page list of all his needs and preferences for Roy. Everything from nappy changing instructions and fixing a bottle to the song he liked to listen to before bed and what to do if he wouldn't stop crying. Roy had taken the sheets callously, a cocky grin painted across his features as he balance the baby bag on one arm and Maes off the other. He was to smug. It wasn't that easy. Oh lord, let everything be ok...

It was only now that Riza noticed both women had fallen silent and were watching her. Shit. Riza tried to brush it off and give them a relaxed grin whilst she sipped her white wine. Gracia placed the cocktail down and looked at her squarely, 'He's fine.' She said matter-of-factly, 'You've got to start trusting Roy, Riza. He's Maes father and he's going to want to start taking care of him, not to mention that it now means you get more time to yourself.'

Riza sighed and rubbed her forehead, 'I know. I'm trying, I've just never really left him alone without me of Hayate for an extended period of time,' Riza's eyes connected with Gracia, 'and the last time I left him with someone Amestris was invaded.'

Gracia sighed and Maria decided to give her two penny's worth ,'Well, that's ot going to happen tonight Riza. I bet Maes and Roy are having a wonderful time on their own, doing father and son stuff, and imagine how wonderful it'll be when you show up to pick Maes up and you're proved Mustang wrong.'

Riza and Gracia both raised their eyebrows and looked at the younger women, 'wrong?' They both chimed.

Maria got a little cheeky grin, 'I bet he won't be smirking once he realises how much mischief little Maes can get into.' All three women chuckled and took another sip of their drinks.

'Besides, there's something I wanted to talk to you about,' said Gracia, her mouth quirking up at the side as she toyed with her cocktail straw. Her eyes lifted and glanced between Riza and Maria, 'I want to tell you about this person I'm dating.'

Roy and Maes watched each other. Maes sat on the sofa, his big doe eyes fixed on his father who was sat on the opposite chair watching him curiously. Maes gurgled and grabbed his feet in his hands, letting the red fabric of his socks squish between his fingers. He rocked slightly, making another gurgling and then spoke to Roy in his incoherent mesh of noises that made up his baby language.

Roy was scared. He watched the child rock back and forth on his sofa and felt a deep seated feeling of dread. He was totally responsible for the well being the of the child sat across from him. No excuses if anything happened to his son, not to mention the consequences of dealing with Riza if something happened to him. Roy resisted the urge to let out a groan and he rubbed his hands across his face in the hopes of relieving some tension. How hard could this really be? All he had to do was make sure the child was fed, washed and asleep at not to late an hour. I's not like Maes could throw a tantrum and run away, the kid could barely walk or talk back!

That was when the smell hit his nostril. Roy looked up at the sofa to find Maes looking at him with big innocent eyes, his gurgled words seeing to try and deny the fact he's just filled his nappy. Roy sighed and got to his feet, 'right, I guess that means you'll need changing,' Maes's head cocked o the side as he watched his father's loathsome expression. Roy bent and picked Maes up under his arms, the boy dangled there, at arm's length, for a moment before he let out a little laugh and stretched his own little arms towards Roy. Roy smiled and brought him into his chest, 'You're a very happy little chap aren't you?'

Roy couldn't help but think of Maes senior while he walked over to the bag that Riza had given him. He'd be having a field day if he saw him now and to be honest he couldn't help contemplate the possibility of reincarnation, the baby defiantly seemed to have more of Maes's characteristics than his own, perhaps Riza had made a mistake with Maes's paternity.

Roy laid Maes down on a little blue spotty mat and the boy laughed and gripped his toes as he watched his father rout around in the bag for the necessary nappy changing equipment. Roy turned back to the mat and he yelped as he realised his son had rolled off the mat onto his tummy and was speedily making a bid for freedom. Roy dropped the wipes, nappy, bags and powder and promptly placed he squirming Maes back onto the mat. He then began to arrange the items around the mat as Riza had shown him.

He unclipped the clasps on Meas's dungarees and then pulled them off, flinging them unceremoniously to the side. He then peeled back the straps of the nappy, it slopped down onto the mat between his little legs and Roy gasped at the smell that emanated from the greeny-brown mess that sat in the sodden nappy. Roy must have pulled a silly face as Maes burst into a stream of happy giggles, his hands clapping together and his feet waving around. As Roy contemplated the best way of picking the nappy up and disposing of it without pouring faeces everywhere one of Maes's wandering feet smacked down into the mes and then flung back up, causing a sprinkling of small brown dots to appear across Roy's face.

Roy yelped and wiped his face let out a frustrated snarl at Maes. Maes paused in his joyful actions, his eyes going wide and watching his father before his face scrunched up and he let out a wail. Roy suddenly sat upright, 'Oh no, don't cry Maes, Daddy;s not angry.' Roy sighed and bit the bullet, rolling the nappy up and placing it into the plastic bag. It hadn't been as neat a job as Riza's little package but it did the job. He ran a wet wipe over Maes's backside and his face and then deposited that into the plastic bag before tying it tightly in a knot.

Roy walked into the kitchen and dropped the bag into the bin. He walked over to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. He smiled to himself when he noticed that Maes's wailing had stopped, obviously he just need to dispose of the nappy. Roy's smirk soon faded though, he'd left his son on the mat in the living room, unattended, and now the wailing had stopped. He quickly shut the tap off and ran into the living room with his hands still dripping.

His heart clenched in his chest. Maes wasn't on the mat. Oh for the love of...'Maes?' No answer. Roy walked around his living room but saw no little half naked baby sat around. He glanced hopefullyback at the changing mat in the off-chance he'd over looked Maes still sat there, but he wasn't, 'Come on Maes, this isn't funny,' Roy said to the empty room, he began to pace around the room, checking behind the chairs and the sofa. 'Daddy doesn't think this is funny, Maes!'

After half an hour of painful searching Roy was beginning to panic, should he phone the police? Maybe Maes had been kidnapped, but the door was locked and he saw no sign of forced entry, besides he would have heard someone trying to get in. He had even checked upstairs but he wasn't there wither and there was a very slim chance Maes had been able to climb the stair on his own. Roy marched into the hallway and picked up the phone. He needed some help, someone who knew Maes to help him find him. He thought of Gracia but she was with Riza. Oh Lord! Riza couldn't find out about this!

Roy begrudgingly began typing a number into the phone, his teeth gritted, this was the lesser of two evils he reasoned. He put the receiver to his ear and waited for the phone to be picked up on the other end. When the sleepy voice chimed in Roy bit out his sentence, 'Hi, it's Mustang,' he swallowed, 'I need your help.'