Hello, friends! Well, as you can see, I am back with a sequel of sorts. I wrote a story called A Complicated Dance and, at the end of that story, I mentioned the slight possibility of me writing a series of oneshots based on possible future events of that story in the same AU I created for that story. As you may have already guessed, this is that continuation! Woo hoo! :) I plan to have the events of each chapter happen chronologically. At the same time, I don't intend to adhere to any particular update schedule. I will pretty much write and post when inspiration hits and I will keep writing until I've run out of stories to tell within this universe.

So, with all of that said, I really hope you all enjoy this continuation. And please leave me feedback because I really do thrive off of it and I love hearing what you think. Thanks in advance and happy reading! :)

Katara entered her office within the dance studio and sighed heavily. It had been a long day of rehearsals and she was physically exhausted. However, the routines were finally coming together and she was excited about what her students were doing out there on the floor.

She plopped down in her seat and saw four missed messages on her work phone. She had just picked up the phone to begin listening to them when her cell phone buzzed. She glanced down and saw that Zuko had sent her a text of a photo displaying several paint and fabric swatches. She scrunched up her nose in distaste, placed the phone back in its cradle, and responded to his message with a green-faced emoji looking like it would vomit. Moments after the message went through, her phone rang. She chuckled as she picked it up.

"Hey, you."

"Really? You're sending me little faces now? How does that help me figure out what colors you want in the bedroom?" He sounded playfully aggravated and she chuckled.

"First of all, it's called an emoji. And fine, you're right. That wasn't helpful. I just don't know what I want but I definitely don't want whatever was in that picture."

"Man. The design specialist put all that effort into it too. Well, what do you want to do then?"

She paused before replying. "Let's just go together. I'll know what I like when I see it."

"We're too busy for that. You have nonstop rehearsals right now and by the time your show is done, I'll be gearing up for mine. This is our best opportunity to do this before things get completely crazy."

His tone was patient but she could hear the slight strain in his voice, as if he didn't want to have this conversation…again.

Something had been bothering her about the whole situation. Out of nowhere, he was suddenly hell bent on redecorating and having her make the decisions. She loved their home as it was and she did want to add her own personal touch eventually. Why did it have to be right this second? They'd only moved in together three months ago so there was plenty of time to figure all of that out.

"Zuko, we can wait until after things slow down to do this. I love your place."

"It's our place, Katara."

She cringed, kicking herself mentally for the mistake in wording. "That's what I meant."

He sighed. "Look, I just want you to feel at home there."

"I do!" came her insistent reply.

"Are you sure?" The disbelief in his tone was obvious and unnerving.

Katara furrowed her eyebrows. "I'm really happy living with you. You know that, right?"

She heard only silence and she blew out a breath in frustration.

"Zuko…"

"Katara, I know you. You haven't unpacked your things yet, you won't let me put more than one picture of us up, and you keep asking my permission to use utensils in the kitchen."

Katara shook her head as she rubbed her temple. Why did he have to be so damn observant?

"Look, you don't have to say anything. I know what you've been through and I understand how you feel. I just thought if you had something in the house that meant something to you, it would help." She heard the slight catch in his voice and her chest tightened.

"You mean something to me. That's all that matters." She spoke quietly and gently, as if afraid her words would break the thin line keeping this conversation from veering into a full blown argument.

She hadn't expected the call to get so heavy, but apparently they had some very important things to work through. She heard him sigh deeply over the phone but he otherwise remained silent. Whether he was too irritated to speak or at a loss for words, she couldn't tell over the phone. So, she chose to forge ahead.

"I know how this looks. Believe me. I hate that my guard is up when it doesn't need to be. But the most important thing is that I love you and I couldn't imagine sharing a space with anyone else." She felt a slight stinging behind her eyes and cursed under her breath. This wasn't the time to get emotional.

"I love you, too. That's why it's so hard to see you uncomfortable with me." His tone sounded warm yet wounded and the ache in her chest spread. On instinct she sought a way to comfort him.

"No, it's not you. I'm just...still adjusting." She paused, thinking quickly. Then she grinned. "Tomorrow. Let's do it. There's a rehearsal but I don't need to be here. Let's go find swatches together."

Momentarily he spoke. "I don't want to stress you out more. You need to be there for your students," he began.

"No, tomorrow is mostly a costuming meeting with one quick run through at the end that Ty Lee can oversee. She's been observing this whole time so she can give them notes and fill me in on how it went. Besides, this is important to me. You're important to me."

He gave a slight pause and she knew he was smirking. "Okay. It's a date. Speaking of that, how was rehearsal?"

Katara smiled, glad to have powered through the rougher waters of that conversation, and launched into her explanation of the day. She still couldn't believe that this man was all hers and cared so much for her. So much so that he was forcing her to help him redecorate. Afterward, she asked him how things were going on his end. Just as he finished explaining his frustration with trying to put together the final pieces of music for his upcoming performance, she had a surprise visitor. Her brother stormed into her office, a wild look in his eyes, and she raised a questioning eyebrow. She was about to continue speaking encouragement to her boyfriend but, with no prompting from Sokka, she trailed off her sentence.

"Babe, let me call you back."

Zuko chuckled. "Who showed up? It's Sokka, isn't it? Tell him I said hey. I'll see you at home."

She smiled before saying goodbye. Once the call was ended, she eyed her brother with apprehension.

"What's wrong?"

"You and Zuko have some explaining to do!" He shouted, slamming his fist down on her desk. When he lifted it again, a positive pregnancy test sat there. A look of bewilderment immediately colored her features but that expression quickly shifted to disgust as she raised her arms and scooted her chair away from her desk.

"Sokka, who's is that? And why did you put in on my desk?! That's so gross! I mean, you know it has pee on it, right?!"

"Of course I know that! I don't care! And don't play dumb with me, missy. You let Zuko knock you up, didn't you? Confess!" He had folded his arms across his chest, glaring at her in exaggerated disapproval.

Katara got to her feet in shocked surprise. "No! I'm not pregnant, Sokka! Why would you think I was?!"

"Because I found this in the bathroom trash can after our housewarming party and the only logical explanation is that it's yours!"

"Really? Just me? Not Toph or your wife?! I'm pretty sure me being pregnant is the least logical explanation!"

He dropped his arms to his sides in defeat, his face falling slightly. "I already asked Suki. She said it wasn't hers." Katara detected disappointment in his tone and she immediately regretted her suggestion.

"Sokka, I'm sorry. Are you guys…you know…trying?" Katara asked gently and he sighed loudly in exasperation.

"I'm not talking to you about my sex life, Katara."

She grimaced. "Believe me, I don't want you to. You just sounded a little sad that Suki's not pregnant. "

He plopped down into a nearby seat and ran a hand through his hair.

"We want to wait a little bit since we haven't been married that long but we're also cool with whatever happens. When I found this, I admit I got a little excited about the idea."

Katara nodded, smiling. "That would be very exciting Sokka."

"But, Toph? You really think…"

"Honestly, I doubt it's hers. But out of the three of us, who else could it be?"

Sokka nodded, lost in thought. "Ever since those two moved back home, they've been acting super domestic. And now that Toph is done with school and Aang has a steady stream of choreography gigs…...it's the perfect time!" Then he whipped out his phone. "Well, let's check it out, then."

Just as Katara was about to suggest they hold off on that idea, Sokka called Aang and put the phone on speaker.

"Sokka? Hey!"

"Are you and Toph having a kid?" Sokka demanded, ignoring his friend's greeting. Katara groaned inwardly. Why was he like this?

"Sorry, Aang." She cut in, trying to offset Sokka's slightly insane behavior.

"Katara? What's going on?"Aang asked uncertainly.

"Sokka found a positive pregnancy test at his house, brought it into my office, and now we're trying to figure out whose it is."

"Oh, great. Lemme guess, he's got the pee stick on your desk, right?" Toph's aggravated voice cut in.

"Of course," Katara said rolling her eyes.

"Well it's not mine."

Katara nodded. "And Suki and I are out, too."

Sokka groaned loudly. "Dammit, I gotta figure this out!"

"Well, good luck with that," Aang said.

"And let us know who the preggo is when you find out!" Toph chimed in, sounding more than a little pleased to have someone to potentially tease.

Sokka hung up and got to his feet. "Alright, sis. I'm headed out. Let me know if you hear anything or think of anyone else it could be, okay?"

She nodded. "Don't worry about it. We'll figure it out soon. Or we won't and you'll just have to accept that you have other weird friends who leave pregnancy tests in trash cans when they attend parties."

He nodded and glanced back at her for long moment, a calculating look in his eye.

She sighed deeply, understanding exactly what he was thinking. "Sokka, I swear it's not me."

He paused, nodded absently, and finally trudged out the door. As soon as he was gone, Katara called Suki who answered on the first ring.

"Katara?"

"Suki, your husband has gone crazy! He just showed up here with a positive pregnancy test trying to get me to admit it was mine. Then he called Toph and Aang to ask if it was theirs! Can you get him to chill out or something because-"

"It's mine! Katara it's mine. I'm pregnant!" Suki shouted, completely interrupting her tirade.

Katara's mouth dropped open and then she squealed.

"Suki, oh my God! This is unreal! But, wait…why did you tell Sokka it wasn't you?"

"I panicked. I didn't want him to find out like this. I was planning a surprise and I wanted to do something special. Now I screwed it all up." She suddenly started bawling and Katara gasped in surprise.

"Hey, It's okay! I can help you fix this. I'll run to the store and get some balloons and a baby name book and then—"

"No, Katara, I'm fine. My hormones are a mess and I just start crying randomly. I've got this. I'll tell him as soon as he comes home." Her voice still sounded thick from her tearful outburst, but her tone sounded more controlled. Katara bit her lip.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm okay."

Katara grinned. The idea she would be gaining a niece or nephew was so exciting.

"Suki, I cannot believe this! I'm so excited for you guys. And for the record, Sokka is going to be thrilled. He came in pretty hot at first but after we talked, he sounded disappointed that it wasn't yours. So don't worry too much about telling him, okay?"

Suki sniffed. "Thanks, Katara. I do feel better knowing that."

Katara then ended the conversation and packed up to go home.

Home...it was so strange to think about the place where she and Zuko had spent time after their first show; had their first official argument, had been the place she'd stayed after her kidnapping, and had been where they first made love was now her home.

She smiled. Zuko had gone out of his way to make sure she liked it after they started dating. He had even offered to look for a different place to live if she wanted but she reiterated how much she loved the house. It was the perfect size to grow into and she had definitely thought about their future there.

Katara remained lost in thought about baby showers and nursery decorations and before she knew it, she was pulling into the driveway. Once she entered the garage and closed it, she walked into the house.

Zuko was in the kitchen staring at some takeout menus when he glanced up at her. His thoughtful look softened and he motioned for her to come closer. Katara came to him and wrapped her arms around him, taking in his scent.

"I missed you," she said gazing up at him, tenderly. He gently pressed his lips to hers, and she enjoyed the warmth and softness she associated with his kisses. His fingers gripped her waist firmly.

"I've been thinking about you all day, too. Do you want to order in tonight?"

"That sounds amazing." After one more quick kiss, they pulled apart, smiling.

"So how was Sokka? It sounded like something kind of serious was happening based on your voice. "

"Yeah, well, he showed up at the studio with a positive pregnancy test, if that gives you an idea."

Zuko's eyes became saucers.

"You mean he had an actual test in his hand? "

"Yep."

"And it was used!?"

"Yeah. Gross, right?"

Zuko shook his head in disgust. "Something's seriously wrong with your brother, Katara."

"You don't have to tell me! On top of that, he was coming to confront me because he thought it was mine. He figured I'd tested during the housewarming party and left it in the trashcan."

"What?!" Zuko exclaimed. Then he scratched his head and quirked an eyebrow up. "Katara...um…it wasn't yours, right?"

Katara simply folded her arms and cast him an exasperated look. His face reddened as he bored holes into the kitchen tile floor, clearly embarassed for voicing such a silly thought.

"Never mind. Forget I said that. "

She rolled her eyes in mock aggravation. "Anyway, after I told him I wasn't pregnant, he told me Suki had said it wasn't hers either. Then, he calls up Aang and Toph to grill them. Of course they denied it."

"So who's the mother to be?"

"Suki!" Katara shouted, barely able to contain herself.

"Wait, but I thought you said-"

"Yeah, I know. See, right after Sokka left, I called her to try to get her to talk some sense into him...maybe get him to calm down. That's when she blurted it out. Apparently she lied because she had a surprise planned for him and didn't want him to find out that way."

This time his mouth dropped open. "Woah. That's big! I'm really happy for them. Hopefully she tells him soon."

"She's planning to today. So please don't say anything until I know for sure that he knows. I'm sure he'll call me pretty quickly."

Zuko nodded in agreement. "How's she doing with all of this?"

"She's pretty emotional but I can hear it in her voice that she's happy."

Katara beamed and her thoughts wandered away to babies again until she realized Zuko was eyeing her curiously.

"Sorry. I'm just excited to be an aunt." She said, blushing.

"You should be. Congratulations."

His eyes shone and she smiled. "Thanks. And I know we're not married but you are kind of becoming an uncle too. At least I know they consider you to be."

Zuko nodded, smiling. "I look forward to that."

They both sat down on the couch and Katara's mind started to race. Was it too weird to be talking about him being an uncle? They'd been dating for a year now and she felt confident that they both saw a future together. But had she put too much pressure on him with that comment?

"I hope you know that I consider myself part of your family. Besides my mom and uncle,you're the only family I have, actually."

Katara looked into his eyes, sensing a shadow of sadness there.

"And I can't picture my future or the rest of my life without you in it." He finished.

Zuko's face was bright red and tears came to Katara's eyes as her chest tightened. Her boyfriend was not the most romantic person on earth, but he did have his moments.

"I feel that way too, Zuko." She said quietly and a look of relief passed over his expression.

"Good," he said and they both chuckled nervously, effectively diffusing some of the weight of the moment.

After a beat of silence, Katara asked, "What if it were mine?"

"What?"

"The pregnancy test. What if it were mine?" Katara knew it was a loaded question but she couldn't help herself.

A smile played on Zuko's lips. "I definitely would have been shocked at first because of the various forms of birth control we're using but mostly I would be really happy."

"Really? No regrets about timing or anything? "

"None" he said firmly, gazing at her.

Katara felt a lump forming in her throat. .

"I wouldn't either," she replied quietly, not trusting her voice to speak any louder. They leaned in for another kiss just as her cell phone started ringing.

"Looks like she told him," Katara said, glancing at the picture of Sokka that came up on the phone. Zuko smiled.

"I'll let you handle that but tell him we both said congrats. I'll get dinner ordered." With one more soft peck to her cheek, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Katara picked up the phone, ready to share in the joy of the news she knew her brother was about to share. But before she answered, she took one last quick glance at her boyfriend who was poring over the dinner menus in concentration. She couldn't help but picture what an amazing husband and father he would be. He was already so caring, loyal, and thoughtful. She felt an excited twinge in her stomach as she realized how much she was looking forward to every aspect of the little family she hoped they would one day have.

As her phone continued to ring, she startled herself from her thoughts and, with a wide grin, answered the call.

"Hey, Sokka. What's up?"