certainty no longer exists
it's funny how scars imprinted on mocha skin are worse than ones on porcelain.
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You thought the worst was over once you married her. No more attempts to stop your alliance now. And then she got pregnant with your first child and you should have known it was too good to be true.
Then came the assassination attempt - a blast of fire and a hoarse scream. But she's home now, alive.
Your tear off her bandages because you're Zuko, the once banished fire nation prince, and you aren't supposed to have problems with scars.
It's funny how them being imprinted on mocha skin makes it worse.
"Well?" a shaky whisper rasps from her chapped lips.
You part your own lips to say something, anything, but nothing comes. Nothing but dry air.
She closes her eyes, swallows and nods.
"It's not that bad..." you protest weakly, your fingers tracing around the star blooming on her stomach.
"It's big." she whispers. "And deep."
"What did the healers say?"
"I'll make it."
Your eyes find hers, twin oceans pooling with tears. "And-and the baby?"
She shakes her head. Breath catches in your throat and you press a kiss to her forehead before pulling away.
Forehead to forehead, breath mingling, sorrow filled eyes meet and you whisper "Can you still- I mean, is your, er, well, will we be able to have another?"
She shrugs. "Maybe. The healers tried their best but..."
certainty no longer exists