This idea occurred to me a couple months ago as I was thinking about how similar Carmen and Asami look. For the purposes of this fic, I'm ignoring Malcolm Avalon's amnesia at the end of "Can You Ever Go Home Again?" because, let's face it, that was stupid and a cop-out.
Chapters will alternate between Asami's time and Carmen's, with this chapter, obviously, placed in Asami's.
Asami entered the house with a sigh. Another long day overseeing the company, still facing the disgrace her father had brought upon it.
"Hi!" Bolin greeted her happily.
"Hey, Bolin," she replied, giving him a quick but tight hug.
Bolin frowned as he noticed her expression, even less at peace than usual. "You okay?" he asked. "Is anyone giving you a hard time? 'Cause I could knock some sense into them..." He trailed off as he subconsciously formed fists of both hands.
She laughed. "No, sweetie. No one's causing me trouble."
"Oh, that's good," Bolin replied. "Just a long day?" he added.
"Yeah," Asami sighed. "Just another very long day." She paused, considering whether or not it was a good time to deliver the one piece of news that had changed her day.
She knew that once the words had left her mouth, his life and hers would be definitively changed. But she realized that there would never be a better time...
"Hey, Bo? I have something to tell you," she said, sitting in the nearest chair. "I went to a healer today to talk about my stomach problems."
"Oh, did she help?" Bolin asked, relieved that this "something" didn't seem to be anything bad.
"Well, she tried," Asami murmured. "But she found what's going on."
"What's that?"
Asami paused, wondering how Bolin would take what she was about to say. "I ... I'm going to have a child, Bo," she explained.
Bolin looked at her blankly for an instant, then brightened as her words sank in. "You mean we're going to be parents?" he said, his voice rising slightly in pitch and excitement.
Asami chuckled. "Yes, sweetheart. That's exactly what I mean." She paused, searching his expression to confirm that he was as happy as he sounded. "Are you okay with that?" she asked.
Bolin grinned, practically clapping his hands. "I'm thrilled!"
"It's not going to be easy, Bo," Asami said, a bit chidingly, even as she smiled at her husband's obvious delight. "Look at my father, or Tenzin and Pema: parenting is really difficult."
"But I'll get to do it with you!" he cried, wrapping her in a hug even stronger than the last. "I'm sure it will be worth it."
Asami fiddled with her jacket absentmindedly. "Well, I hope so," she murmured.
"Of course it will!" Bolin insisted. "You'll be a great mother, you know," he added quietly.
Asami blushed. "Thanks, Bo. You'll be a great father, too."
"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I guess you have more confidence in me than I do."
Asami smiled and reached over to touch his cheek. "I guess so," she said.
"Our lives will never be quite the same, will they?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "But they'll still be wonderful."