This popped into my head today, and I just had to write it down. It's standing alone, but I promise to those who like Falling Together that I will have a new one shot up there sooon.
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There were times when I had no clue where I was, or how I had gotten there. All I knew was that she was next to me, her hand was in mine, and we were alright. We always seemed to make it through. Always. I don't know how, and I didn't know why, but only once did I ever seem to think that nothing was going to be alright.
It was our fourth child, and sometime during the whole process, complications became apparent. I remember looking over at the healers, seeing the confusion in some of their eyes, the panic in the others. She looked up at me and I could only imagine the pain she was in. I squeezed her hand, knowing that she was going to be alright.
She always was.
I can remember the healers talking, in their hushed voices. I held her hand tighter, praying that nothing would happen to either of them. I didn't want my wife or my child to die. The moment she screamed out in pain was the worst moment of my life. The pain was written on her face, and she grasped my hand, holding it tight. She almost broke it. But all I could think was not her please not her. I shut my eyes, and willed her not to die, begged for nothing bad to happen. Nothing bad to happen at all.
For once I didn't know if we'd be alright. We might not have always been lucky.
I don't remember much of what happened after I closed my eyes. All I could think about was a happy place, somewhere that we were together and safe.
Like always.
And when it was over, I remember opening my eyes to see her dazzling blue eyes sparkling like the night sky. She was holding a small beautiful little girl, with eyes the same as her mothers.
Like I said, we were fine. Always.
If you haven't gotten it yet, that was in Aang's P.O.V
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