A/N: This chapter takes place in a hospital. Enjoy the chapter.

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Fire Lady Ursa's POV:

My baby boy has just been born. There's not a word in this world to describe the joy I feel as I look into his little red eyes. Sure he may be crying, but he still looks like a little angel.

I see Ozai peering in from the window. He says he doesn't like the idea of being in the same room where I have my child; he said the same thing when I had Azula. Sometimes I really question why I married him in the first place. Well, he used to be such a fun, loving man, but he was always hungry for power; that's what made him into the man he is today.

Ozai finally works up the nerve and comes in as I cradle my bundle of happiness in my arms. " What is it?" he asks staring down at us.

How dare him call our son an 'it', but that's just something I would expect from him. It seems as though he is a robot at times with no feelings or emotions at all, but at other times he can be the such a loving man; of course those times are very rare.

" He's a boy." I reply with a hint of disgust in my voice at his words. Without a warning, he scoops up my son from my arms with a bit of enthusiasm in his face. Once he flips him over, he stares coldly at our son, quickly returning him to me.

What is his problem?

" I can already tell he's going to be a failure. At least we'll have one successful ruler in our family." he states as if it is of casual nature. I stare angrily up at him, but I do not dare talk back to him; I've already learned my lesson about that. I still have my scar on the left side of my head. Without another word, Ozai walks away and out the door; it is probably best if he isn't around right now anyway.

I'm begginning to think it was a mistake to have kids by him; what kind of father has he turned out to be. All he cares about is power and respect, and that's all he teaches Azula. Even if she is only two I know it will eventually catch on, and he will do the same to our son as well. Why doesn't he understand our children need love and care? I know he has a heart and feelings, if he would just use them.

One of my nurses taps me on my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. " Uh, Fire Lady, what would you like to name the baby?" I rack my brain for ideas as if I hadn't known for nine months that I was going to have this baby.

Uh, Taewon, Riku, Doshi, Zuko... that's it!

I look at the nurse and smile with the name in my head. " I would like to name him Zuko." She smiles back at me. " That's a lovely name." she replies, writing the name on a piece of paper.

Yes, a lovely name that is.

A few seconds later she speaks again. " I'm sorry to seperate you from your son, but we have to check to see if he's healthy." I nod and hand her Zuko. She takes him into another room, the other nurses following her like they were a bunch of baby ducks following their mother.

I hope Zuko is healthy; that would mean the world to me. But I know Ozai could care less, seeing as how he already labeled my son as pathetic. Zuko will not be pathetic; in fact I just know he'll grow up to be someone great one day.

A few minutes later the head nurse comes back in with Zuko in her arms. He has stopped crying. That's good. " Well, Zuko seems to be fine, so we'll let you have some alone time with your son, or if you would just like to relax. I know how tired you must be."

She isn't lying, that was some work and I'm awfully tired, but completely worth it.

" I'd like him to stay with me." " As you wish, Fire Lady." After saying that she hands me back my son and heads out the room. Zuko looks up at me and the corners of his mouth turn up into a little smile. I can't help but smile back.

I couldn't ask for anything better in the world.