A/N: Lalala. I'm the only one doing Pemzin Week. Welp. I feel lonely.
"Sorry ma'am, but we are not allowed to let unexpected visitors in to see Councilman Tenzin."
The young wife of the councilman glanced nervously across the polished marble floor of City Hall. She pulled at her pomegranate Air Acolyte robes with her long, thin fingers, as she looked pleadingly into the hard eyes of Tenzin's severe secretary.
"Oh please, miss! This won't take long and I promise it won't happen again," Pema wheedled.
The secretary tsked at her, She was so young; barely a woman. Personally, she was immensely surprised that Master Tenzin married this pretty young thing almost immediately after he called it quits with Chief Beifong. At least this girl was more amicable than that nasty Beifong woman. The metalbender just waltzed in whenever she merry well liked, and intimidated anyone who stood in her way. Before she could answer, Tenzin had come out of his office door and had spotted the girl.
"Pema! What are you doing here?" he asked, concerned. "Is everything alright?"
Pema fidgeted again. "Yes yes. E-everything is fine...Could I talk to you in private?"
Tenzin immediately took her hand.
"Yang, please let Pema in if she needs to see me, in the future. Thank you," he said coldly to the secretary before leading his wife down the hall. He handled her like she was something as lovely and fragile as a panda lily. Pema flushed brighter than her robes as she caught the secretary's curious gaze.
After the couple reached the end of the hall, Pema slammed the heavy wooden door to Tenzin's office behind them. Tenzin stood, slightly bemused, but waited patiently for Pema to start talking.
She squeezed her brigh sage eyes shut, gathering all her courage. Her eyes fluttered open.
"I'm pregnant," she whispered breathlessly, a hint of adolescent defiance (or was it a woman's confidence?) in her voice.
And her whole world became a whirlwind of saffron on red and the scent of autumn as Tenzin took her in her arms and spun her around in his office. Her heart swelled and she grinned as she clung on to her husband, her wonderful husband. I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, she repeated in her head like a mantra. Why was I ever afraid of telling him?
Tenzin soon regained some of his quiet grace and gently set Pema down. He kissed her on the top of her head, then realized how flushed and ruffled up he had made both of them. He tried to straighten his clothes while Pema pulled at her now messy hair.
She sighed. "Well, I have to get back to the Island..."
"O-oh right. Of course," he coughed. "The Northern Water Tribe Embassy is in town and there are some meetings..."
"I'll see you again after dinner, then."
"Right. Yes. You will," Tenzin muttered rather awkwardly as he tugged at his cloak collar. "Let me take you back."
Yang clucked her tongue again as she watched the couple slink down the marble hall red-faced and disheveled. The other secretaries would be hearing about this little rendezvous during her lunch break, for sure.
