Day 1-Job
Aang closed the door softly, a smile gracing his lips. He then made his way to his study the shadow of a smile still apparent on his face.
Aang had many responsibilities. He was the Avatar after all, but who knew even nearly nine years after the war ended, there'd still be cases or rebellion, hunger and uprisings? Simply the juxtapose of peace really. Not to mention he also had to shoulder the responsibility of restoring the culture of the Air Nomads, and all that entitled.
But it was his job, and that was what Aang told himself as he poured over various documents and papers concerning the reconstruction of the Northern Air Temple for the next few hours.
He had to oversee the whole project, from the planning, to the actual reconstruction work, and it was a tiring process. Planning barely started and Aang was already feeling overwhelmed and tired, just recently wrapping up another rebellion case in the Earth Kingdom.
Furrowing his brows, Aang gave a deep sigh, and he felt like giving up right there and then, but then, he reminded him self again, "It's my job as the Avatar." It had become his mantra, and Aang grimaced inwardly, he was starting to loathe it.
He was brought out of his thought as the door was suddenly flung open, and Aang immediately turned towards the door, where a panting woman gasped for breath. He was up in the next second. The panicky maid was only able to get out, "Avatar! You're wif-" before Aang rushed past, a fast blur.
Aided with airbending, it didn't take him long to reach his wife's room, and he noisily barged in. Aang's heart was pounding furiously, and it wasn't from running.
"Twinkle Toes! About time, dammit!" Toph yelled from the bed and gave a grunt of pain.
Aang rushed over to the side of the bed and knelt down as he grabbed Toph's hand. "Hey Toph, how are you doing?"
"Hey Toph! How are you doing? Seriously? Well, hey Aang, I'm just peachy! It's not like I'm in freaking labor! I wonder who I can thank for that! " Toph snorted as she indignantly pointed her free hand to her humongous stomach.
Aang decided it was best to keep quiet, and with his other hand, he started to caress Toph's ebony colored hair. Even though Toph was probably going to be yelling at him and crushing his hand till the whole thing was over, Aang had a wide, goofy grin on his face.
Right now he couldn't care less about being the Avatar. Right now, it was his job to be there for his wife, and nothing else.
that's it, i may get more out...but probably not to be honest :|
but at least this is something for taang week...right?