AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi! So this is my first story (go easy on me!). I do not own any of the character's from LOK. Give me feedback on any of my stories! :]

Korra was cooking at the stove on the phone with Asami, "No. I don't know what's wrong. I don't want to go to the doctor! Asami, it's just a stomach bug. How long? Uhh. A few weeks. Just in the mornings though, it's weird. That?! Why? Alright, it's been... whoa It's been 2 months. Well, I've had a lot of things to deal with lately! Weird? Well, I'm making Seaprunes. Why? I hate the doctor. You think I'm what?!" Korra froze, Spirits. "I'll call right now and go in the morning." After calling the doctor Korra groaned, "It's barely been a year! Why now am I possibly-" Korra cut off as the door opened.

Mako came in rubbing the back of his neck, "Hey."

She smiled and grabbed bowls from the cabinets, "Hey yourself. How was work?"

"Awful, we had a big mess down by the docks. Too many ships, not enough space."

Korra placed dinner on the table and sat, "That sounds awful."

"Yeah. Seaprunes? You must really miss Water Tribe food."

Korra laughed, "Yeah. Just a little homesick is all."

Mako took a bite, "Speaking of which, did you go to the doctor today?"

Korra took a sip of her leechi juice, "I'm heading over tomorrow. Asami's going with me."

"Good. You've been sick for a while now." Korra ate in silence. She froze, an odd look on her face. Mako leaned towards her, "Hey, you okay?"

She nodded, "Oh yeah. I'm great. Just, uhh..." Korra stood up, "I'll be right back." Korra ran into the bathroom and locked the door. Okay, Seaprunes bad. Very bad.

"Korra? Is everything okay?" Mako was hovering outside the door.

"Yeah. Just, didn't react well. Can you just put it away?"

"Are you sure? You barely ate."

The thought of taking another bite made her lean closer over the bowl. "Mako, please. I can't." Mako went to put the rest of the stew in the refrigerator and Korra slipped into the bedroom.

Mako came in and shucked off his uniform, "Do you need anything?"

Korra shook her head, "No, I'm good."

Mako laid down in bed and pulled her close, "I love you, Korra."

Korra rolled over and kissed him, "I love you too." He kissed her and pulled her closer against his chest. Hmm, maybe this is why it's so soon...

After leaving the doctor's office, Asami drove Korra out to the city, "We have to plan a cute way to tell Mako. I have the best idea."

Korra rolled her eyes, "What's that?"

"You tell him you bought something cute, right? But you bring it out in a little box. Have him open it and it'd be a little baby outfit!"

Korra sighed, "I'm not sure Mako would think it's all that cute."

Asami huffed, "Fine. What do you think?"

Korra rubbed the glossy sonogram picture between her fingers. "Well. What if we do something with this?"

Asami pulled over in front of a small grocery store, "What? Like frame it or do something where you just surprise him?"

Korra rolled the ideas around in her head, "What if I just left it out? Let him find and and then see where it goes."

Asami smiled, "That sounds... different. Like the both of you."

Korra smiled back, "So let's grab a couple of things the doctor said and then you could drop me off before he gets home."

Asami grabbed her hand, "Let's do this."

Korra was heating up Narook's Noodles for dinner when Mako came in. She'd barely made it back before he'd gotten home. He was dropping parts of his uniform as he went. "Hey. How was work?"

He sighed, "So boring. I was stuck on desk duty today." He walked by and kissed her, "Noodles?"

Korra shrugged, "I was tired."

Mako began grabbing cutlery and bowls to place on the table, "How did everything go at the doctor's?"

Korra tried to hide her smile, "They ran some tests." She heard Mako stop.

"What's this?"

She turned to see him holding the picture, "Oh. I had to get a sonogram." She folded her hands on her stomach, cradling it.

Mako looked at the picture, frozen, before seeing her stance, "Korra?" She smiled, tears in her eyes. His hands started shaking, "You? You're-we're..."

She stepped forward, "A baby."

Mako started laughing, tears peeking out of the corners of his eyes, "You're pregnant. It was morning sickness. You're having a baby."

She grabbed his hand, "We're having a baby. You're gonna be a dad." He pulled her close, he was shaking with sobs. Korra rubbed her hands down his back, calming him down, and pulled the picture from his grip, "They can't be certain yet, but from the way things are looking, they think it might be a boy."

He held her by the waist, "A boy? I'm having a son?"

Korra tugged on his scarf, "They can't be sure. I think it's going to be a boy."

Mako knelt before her and put his quivering hands on each side of her belly, "Hey," his voice shook. He cleared his throat and started again, "Hey, uh, son. I'm Mako. I'm gonna be your dad. I'm gonna teach you all sorts of things, maybe I can teach you how to bend. I promise I'm always gonna be here for you, though. You can count on me. Always. I love you."

Korra ran her fingers through his hair as he spoke, "You're gonna be a great father, Mako."

He smiled, "You think so?"

She helped him stand, "I know so. Look at Bolin."

Mako pulled her close, "You're going to be the best mother, Korra. I love you."

She placed her hands on each side of his face, "I love you too, Mako."