A/N: Welcome to ChelberNo1's 2k15 Kataang Week! *screaming*

Okay, most of these will be drabbles/short oneshots. For some reason (apart from being a lazy little turd) I couldn't get it together in time to actually write anything longish. And drabbles are super fun to write. Genres will vary from fluff to angst!

This'll be the last author's note until the end of KW… onwards to the Kataangyness! I hope you'll enjoy! :D

Monday 27th - Sleep Talking

There was something to be said about late night cravings, Aang mused as he lay on his side, watching his sleeping wife. When Katara had first started to get cravings, months ago, for a start he didn't take them very seriously.

But now his pregnant wife was mumbling about food in her sleep, subconsciously worrying the sheets between her hands. She had done this a couple of times now in the past few weeks, and after every time she'd woken in the morning, exceedingly snappy, and ate pretty much everything in the cupboards that didn't require any cooking.

Katara suddenly twisted in her sleep, turning onto her side so she was facing him. He watched as she curled protectively around her stomach, completely disregarding the pillow. Smiling softly, Aang sat up, careful not to jostle her, and gently lifted her head and pushed her pillow underneath her cheek. She murmured his name, and he smirked, glad to have outranked her food cravings, even if for only a few moments.

Slipping out from underneath the covers, he padded across the bedroom floor, and made his way to the kitchen. Judging by what he could see of the moon through the window, he'd guess it was around two o'clock.

The kitchen was dark and quiet, and he accidently bumped into one of the benches. Cursing under his breath, he flicked his wrist, lighting the oil lamps near the window.

What food had she been mumbling on about, again? Fruit pies? Fruit pies was definitely one. There was a mango in there somewhere, too. Did they even have any mangoes? A quick check in the cupboards said yes, they did have mangoes. Plenty of fruit and other food, too.

With a hand other his mouth to stifle a yawn, he reached into the back of the cupboard to where he knew the sacks of flour were. Might as well start cooking.

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By dawn, he had at least five different pies cooling on the end of the counter, a tea towel thrown over them to protect them from any invading flies, plus another few cooking in the wood-fire oven. His hands and up to his elbows were covered in flour, and he could feel the stickiness of mango juice on his cheek. Flour, fruit seeds and peelings, and various spoons and ladles were strewn across the bench and, in some cases, floor.

A job well done, he decided. He had never had a cooking session with Gyasto that hadn'tended in total mess, and all of the food then had turned out perfect, so he figured he was on the right track.

Still, with an emotional wife, he'd clean up a little before she woke up. Because if he didn't… well.

The sun had well and truly cleared the horizon, and he was on his knees, scrubbing at some stubborn flour on the floor, when he heard footsteps, coming down the hallway behind him.

'What is this?' Aang half turned around, grinning as he saw Katara standing in the kitchen doorway, hair pulled back into a messy knot, hands cradling her stomach. 'What is this?' she demanded again when he didn't answer.

Still grinning, Aang cast a look at all the pots and pans haphazardly stacked in the sink, each stained or dirtied in some way or another. 'I dare you to guess.'

'You were cooking?'

'I was cooking.'

'And when did you start cooking?'

'At about, um, two o'clock? Yeah, I think it was then.'

Shaking her head, Katara crossed through the doorway, fully entering the kitchen. 'Can I ask why you were up at two in the morning to cook?'

Rather than answering her question, he asked one of his own. 'Do you remember what you were dreaming about last night?'

'Spirits, no. I can never remember my dreams. Why?'

'You talk in your sleep, did you know that?' At the shake of her head, he rose to his feet, grinning again. 'I can always tell when you get cravings, because all night that is all you talk about.'

Katara looked embarrassed. 'I'm sorry, but it's not like I can help it.'

'I know. Seeing you might've started trying to eat my ear or something while I was sleeping, I decided to cook for you.'

'You… you got up early to cook? For me?'

'But of course. Apparently you were wanting fruit pies, and we had plenty of flour to spare.' While he was talking, Katara had shuffled over to where the pies were, and flicked the tea towels off of them.

'Spirits,' she groaned, leaning on the bench. 'These smell so good.'

Aang grabbed a knife, setting it down next to the pie, smirking. 'Of course they do. I made them.'

Katara cut herself a piece. 'You made them for me. I should sleep talk more.'

Aang laughed as she took a bite. 'Well, let's hope they taste just as good.'

'They do.' Wiping crumbs from her mouth, she nodded, leaning against her husband. 'Spirits, they do.'