The morning sun fell over Kya's face, his baby's face. She was only a couple days old, and bundled in a pink blanket in her mother's arms. Haru was proud to be the father of this beautiful little girl; with her soft tan skin and soft black hair, he could've sworn that she was an angel sent straight from heaven herself. Her and her mother were both angels to him. He couldn't imagine a more perfect life, except one thing. He wanted to be married to the angel that gave him this miracle.

Although he had planned to propose to Katara many times during the year, he just couldn't seem to get the words out. It wasn't that he was too nervous to do it, although he always felt sick to his stomach when he was around her, it was just because of her behavior.

Yes, her behavior was a bit off. Katara had been acting weird for about two years now, and although she seemed to be happy whenever she was with him, she always had a very guilty expression on her face, and she behaved as if she was hiding a secret from him. However, Haru trusted her and would never ask her what was wrong. Honestly, he didn't want to know. It was just a few months ago that she told him the big news that made his heart swell in so many ways.

She was pregnant.

It was at that moment that tears came to his eyes and he took Katara in his arms and spun her around right there in her father's living room. It was such a relief to him. All of the moodiness, and the unhappiness hadn't been something that he'd done. It was just pregnancy. He felt like he could jump for joy around the whole tribe. He thought by the way that Katara kissed him after the news was told meant that she was just as happy as he was. He was wrong.

Katara looked blankly at the baby in her arms. Kya was indeed beautiful, with her tan skin and chocolate hair she felt that her daughter couldn't get any more perfect. Haru's arms wrapped around her as they stood in the cozy living room; morning light coming down on all of them. Katara peeked up at Haru as he looked down proudly at Kya. For a moment she hoped desperately that he wouldn't notice the beautiful grey eyes of her newborn. She tried to put light in her eyes so she could fool Haru into thinking she was proud, but it was so hard to feel pride at this moment. She couldn't feel happy until the real father came. A few minutes passed of gentle kisses and sweet whispers before there was a knock at the door. Katara felt relieved. She didn't want to lie to him anymore.

Haru was startled at the sudden knock. They hadn't planned to have any visitors, and this was interrupting his and his future wife's special time alone. He was kind of upset until he saw Katara smile and run for the door. He hadn't seen her smile like that in a long time, and it made him happy to see her so happy. It was a bit strange to see her mood light up so fast, but he thought that maybe she just wanted to show off their baby.

Aang stepped into the house with Katara grinning widely up at him. Haru frowned. He never really liked Aang, although he was the avatar. He had always felt a twinge of jealousy for the young airbender. After Katara and Aang broke up only a few years ago, Haru had felt a little more, well, safe with Katara. After all, there wasn't any reason for them to get back together. He assumed she hated him now. Apparently that wasn't the case, because she reached up and hugged him harder than she had ever hugged anyone, even Haru himself.

"Hello Aang. It's really nice to see you," Haru said quietly trying to be polite.

"Hello Haru," Aang mumbled, not looking away from Kya.

"We didn't expect to see you here," Katara said a little too nervously. Haru noticed Aang starting to pull out a little piece of paper out of his pocket, before Katara elbowed him and he quickly shoved it back in.

"Well it's my avatar senses. I heard that you guys had a baby and I had to come and see." Haru frowned again. Something wasn't right. "What's her name," he asked.

"Kya," Haru answered before Katara could. "Will you excuse me?" Haru turned around and walked quietly into the hallway. He shut one of the doors to make it seem like he was gone, and then tiptoed back down the hallway to spy on the three.

Katara was practically glowing in Aang's arms as she looked at Kya.

"I almost thought you wouldn't come," she whispered. Aang turned away from Kya to look at her.

"You actually thought I would leave you for that long?" Katara shrugged. Aang perked her chin up before pecking her gently on the lips.

"I wouldn't miss seeing our baby for the world."

Haru almost fell back into the wall, but managed to keep his balance. He ran away as quietly from the scene as he could; not looking back for a second. He opened the door to his guest room and ran inside; flinging himself on the bed and letting the tears run down.

Now he understood. He understood the lack of brightness in Katara's eyes whenever they were both with the baby. He understood the lack of emotion whenever she kissed him. And he finally understood the reason for the strange stormy grey color of Kya's eyes. Now everything made sense to him, and it hurt him to realize the cruel hard fact that had suddenly appeared to him.

Kya was Aang's baby, not his.