A Not So Short Vacation; One / Three

Disclaimer; Avatar isn't mine.

This was a one shot, but has now turned to a three shot due to high demand. 

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An older Toph, around the age of 21, stood in front of a mirror, in the home that she and the Avatar now shared. It was of course, custom to live with your husband.

A couple of years had passed since fire lord Ozai had been defeated, leaving Zuko to take power over the fire nation. It wasn't too long after that when Toph and Aang realized they both had feelings for each other and when they decided to take it to the next level, marriage. Toph still wears her betrothal necklace to this day. (Katara insisted that she had one.) Also around the same time that they had all separated, Aang and Toph moved to their own large home in the Earth Kingdom, and Katara became the fire lady.

Toph still stood in front of the mirror, fussing with her hair. Even though she couldn't see herself, she was used to standing in front of it. She continued to redo her hair so that the usual hair that would be in the bun would be loose over her shoulders. She reached for the brush on the vanity and began slowly brushing the loose ends. A couple of minutes might have passed before she paused, and started trying on smiles in the mirror, even though she couldn't see them. It was hard though, for her to feel 'normal', because something was weighing down on her mind. Something very big.

A short hesitant knock patted on the door of her room, and she heard a voice say "Excuse me? Miss Bei Fong, the avatar is awaiting you for dinner. He says he wishes you to hurry because he can't stand to be away from you any longer." Toph couldn't help but smirk at that line. The avatar was a charmer, no doubt. Soon after, the noise of the footsteps became quiet and distant, and then they were gone.

She took one last glance in the mirror, while brushing a bang behind her ear, and left toward the dinning room to greet her husband for dinner.

Aang almost flew out of his seat when Toph entered the room through the large wooden doors. Well, he did, but he was learning to control that. "Toph!" His signature toothy grin spread onto his face.

"Calm yourself down, Twinkletoes. You do see me everyday, and pretty much ever hour and minute." Her usual smirk on her face, as she sat down into the seat closest to the avatar. Even so she still continued to squirm a bit, as something still haunted her.

"I just love to be with you. Is that so wrong?" He put on his best puppy dog face, even though he knew she wasn't able to see it.

"Ugh. You're so weird." Toph leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. A small bright red glow encased his cheeks, as the server walked in.

"Good evening Master Aang, and Lady Bei Fong-"

"Please, Toph." This proper name crap was really getting to her.

"My sincerest apologies, Lady Toph. For the appetizer today, we have lentil soup, several different types of breads, and chopped potatoes." Several other servers followed the speaker in, and placed multiple plates of different sizes all over the large table. "Please, let us know when you are ready for the continuation of your meal." The servers and the speaker quickly bowed and walked back into the doors that lead into the kitchen.

Toph slowly picked up her spoon and began motioning it in circles in her bowl. "Um … Aang … There's something I've been meaning to ask you about …"

He looked toward her with some noodles dangling from his mouth, surprised by her sudden serious tone. He quickly slurped the noodles and turned to give her his full attention. "Yes?"

"I haven't been really feeling well lately … and I wanted to know if we could … take a break or a vacation from traveling to relax and stay home for just a little bit … I mean I know how much you love to travel-"

"Of course, we can. I do love you more than traveling, you know." He smiled at her again and continued to dip his spoon into his bowl of noodle soup. "How long do you suppose we'll be taking this break?" He slurped some noodles that were dangling from his chin.

She looked down toward her meal, and smiled weakly as she lifted her face up to meet his, and set her spoon on the table. "How does nine months sound?"

A spoon fell from someone's hand onto the table with a large clang.