See what happens when the school holidays arrive...I write! And I keep on writing. This idea just randomly came to me and I wasn't going to write it until another day but I just kept typing, it came naturally which is scary. I haven't written anything like this before, so it's pretty new to me. Please enjoy!
Warning: Not suitable for young children. A bit random under the sexual references column lol. I DON'T OWN AVATAR, either.
A long corridor spreads along before them and Zuko feels like he's getting nowhere. He lies on a moving bed covered with a white sheet, a comfortable pillow behind his head, and looks down at his stomach. But there's something peculiar about it; it seems bigger than usual.
Katara stands beside his bed racing him down the corridors. It then hits him like a rock Toph had earthbended. "Katara, how is this going to work?"
"What do you mean? You know how babies work."
Without another thought he realises it is going work…the word 'how' is no longer in existence.
The pain suddenly shoots through him and begins to envelope him. Katara remembers the breathing techniques she had learnt after being to the classes with Zuko. She begins them, breathing loudly with deep breaths to give him the message that he is not alone in this.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" He asks skeptically.
"Keeping you calm. Remember in and out. In and out."
She holds his hand tightly and above the pain he doesn't question it and begins taking in large gulps of frantic breaths. He's not sure why he is doing this…but he's brain is telling him to.
"In and out. In and out," he tells himself aloud.
Only moments pass and they are still racing down the corridor, no one is in sight.
"IT'S NOT WORKING!" He shouts, the pain beginning to become unbearable.
As if on cue they are in a room and in seconds nurses are at the ready. The doctor gets his equipment ready hurriedly and explains what Zuko is to do.
Still dumbfounded he begins to push. There is nothing else he can do.
"You have to push harder," Katara chastises, although keeping her sweet, angelic tone.
"I can't do it any harder!"
"It's coming."
"I wish it would hurry up and come," he screams.
"It hurts! Get it out!"
He seems to pass out because time flashes by when a baby is lying gently in his arms. He cradles it soothingly in his arms.
"Oh my, it's so tiny," Zuko comments in awe.
"It's a boy," the doctor informs.
"He has no hair…just like Aang," he giggles.
"Zuko. Zuko!" Katara yells.
Zuko looks up at her skeptically but her mouth isn't moving. Why is she shouting?
Suddenly, his eyes flutter open and the first thing he registers is that the pain has subsided and it is night time. He gazes at Katara knelt over him and squirms on the hard rock beneath him.
As he registers his surroundings he hears laughter. Looking to his left he finds Sokka rolling around on the ground in fits of laughter holding his stomach. Zuko furrows his eyebrows and his dream comes flooding back into his mind. Zuko's eyes open wide in recognition.
Still drowsily he says, "Katara, I think I'm pregnant."
Sokka laughs even harder at this and Aang who is knelt by Katara says, "I don't get it."
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PLEASE READ THIS: For all you readers whom like Aang didn't 'get it', go back to Zuko's dream and just read the dialogue. This is what Sokka, Aang and Katara had only heard. Then you may review and tell me if you followed suit with Sokka's reaction.