Summary: “You’ll make a fine wife and mother one day,” Pinako said to her one day as she brushed her granddaughter’s hair, looking into the mirror to see a beautiful, blossoming young woman before her. “And your husband will be the luckiest man in the world.”
[ Winry-centric, superfluff ]
Even as a child, Winry was always found with traces of engine oil smeared upon her rosy cheeks, her hands battered, her hair ruffled. She was known as “the tomboy,” and Ed and Al treated her as one of the knights whenever they went off to play in the woods. Amidst the wrenches and screwdrivers and hammers, though, was a ragged little doll with beady eyes and yarn for hair. She loved to pamper it and treat it like it a child. She had always wanted to be a mother, but no one ever saw that but Pinako.
“You’ll make a fine wife and mother one day,” Pinako said to her one day as she brushed her granddaughter’s hair, looking into the mirror to see a beautiful, blossoming young woman before her. “And your husband will be the luckiest man in the world.”
Winry could only smile politely at the statement, never fully convinced.
But Gracia says that too whenever Sheska and she come around to play with Alicia. Winry loved to be in Alicia’s company, and she loved it even more when Sheska was beside her to play with the child. Whenever Gracia had to go run errands, Winry would indulge in her fantasies, pretending that the three of them lived in the cozy little house, secluded from the rest of the world. Sheska and she would quarrel over the correct way to make pancakes in the morning and it would grow so boisterous that by noon, they would both have to clean up the pancake mix spattered all over the counter and floor. Sheska would spend her afternoon reading and sipping a cup of coffee, occasionally irked by the noise outside as Winry taught Alicia how to fix the sput-sputtering engine of the car. Of course, Alicia would only sit there and be distracted by the birds soaring overhead but that was okay. Later in the afternoon, all of them would go down to the nearby stream and Winry would teach them both how to fish. Then she would reminisce on those days when Ed and Al first taught her how to fish and how frustrated she was, just sitting there and waiting for fish to come by. Fishing isn’t about catching fish, she would say in a monk-like tone, it is about slowing down and taking the time to truly relax and enjoy nature. And after they cooked and ate the fish they caught for dinner that day, the girls would tuck their little Alicia into bed and Sheska would lull her into slumber with a bedtime story. Then when Winry and Sheska were finished holding hands and talking beneath the stars, the young brunette would whisper poems of romance into the other’s ears and they’d fall asleep, cloaked in each other’s arms.
Winry is stirred from her daydream by a tug of her sleeve. She looks to her right and sees Sheska nudging her towards a little girl who has fallen asleep in a weary puddle of crayons and dolls. “Oh … I was supposed to watch her …” She lightly bites down on a nail and her eyes droop to her knees. “I don’t know why Miss Gracia trusts me with her daughter …”
Smiling, Sheska takes her hand and gently kisses it. “Oh, Winry. Don’t be so hard on yourself; you’re wonderful,” she says in that sweet little voice. She rests her cheek upon her shoulder and gazes at the sleeping child , tangling her fingers with the blonde’s. “I think she’s just exhausted from the fishing all day.”
Winry looks to her.
Her smile unwavering, Sheska releases a sigh from her soft lips, squeezing her hand. “I am the luckiest girl in the world.”