Okay, here we go again. I've got the Tokka bug. :D

This chapter is left over from last year's Tokka week on dA. Enjoy!

Atla is owned by Nick and Bryke.

Sokka lifted his fist and knocked on the large ornate doors of the Bei Fong estate, making a mental note to remember to carry the key to his own home in future. A moment passed and he made sure that the flowers hidden behind his back weren't visible. The doors swung away from him and a well dressed worker appeared on the step.

"Sokka, sir. Would you like to come through? Afternoon tea has been prepared and laid out on the porch." The man stated.

Sokka waved him away, "I'll find my own way, thanks." He fished around in his pocket for a coin to tip the worker with, but only found a left over piece of jerky. He gave it to the man anyway.

"Thank you, sir."

Grinning, Sokka stepped through the threshold and into the massive house. He placed the flowers down on a nearby table and aimed his steps towards one of the familiar corridors. Though he still wasn't entirely used to living in such a place, he was growing to like it. Toph's father had died one year ago, almost to the day, and to everyone's surprise he had named Toph the sole inheritor of the estate and the Bei Fong fortune. Turned out he had finally accepted the fact that his daughter was who she was and he couldn't change that.

Sokka liked to think of himself as an inheritor too, seeing as he was married to the daughter in question, though he only ever got away with that story when she wasn't around.

The hallway was dimly lit and he managed to make it down to the end without knocking any priceless pottery over (which had happened many a time in the past year). A light shone from under the doorway in front of him. Sokka called out quietly,

"Toph?"

"In here." Came the reply from behind the door.

Sokka pushed with his open palm and squinted slightly as his eyes were flooded with light. Blinking a few times, he walked into the pale coloured room and took time to admire the decorative murals that adorned the walls, murals that only children in a nursery could truly appreciate. His eyes traveled to the open sliding doors that offered a beautiful view into the gardens, as well as access to the warm afternoon light. Sokka noted the freshly empty bottle on the dresser to his left, the fluffy towels, and other 'baby things' that stacked the shelves around the room.

Lastly, his eyes came to rest on the figure in the center of the nursery. Toph was seated in a plush, comfortable chair, angled away from him. Her raven hair was in a messy plait and several strands had come loose around her face. She looked tired; her eyelids were slowly drifting shut as he watched on.

Sokka took another step forward, letting him view the bundle in her arms. To his slight surprise, the large badger-mole cub was wrapped in a blanket, its bandaged forearm gently held by Toph's steady hand. He was amazed that it could still fit in her arms. That thing was huge!

"Just managed to get him to sleep you know." Toph said quietly, eyes still closed.

"Well I'd be sleeping like a baby too if you taking care of me." He replied.

Toph's mouth twitched slightly and she cocked an eyebrow. "Are you implying that I'm boring, Sokka?"

"I would never! I was merely commenting on your fantastic maternal abilities." Sokka amended, faking hurt.

"Mmmhm." Toph chuckled a little.

There was a pause and Sokka took the opportunity to take the badger-mole out of her arms and into his own. Toph's eyes flew open,

"He-"

"-Shhh!" Sokka criticized. "You don't want to wake him."

And with a grin, he walked over to the cot/pen on the floor in the far corner of the room, placing the sleeping lump of fur in its own bed. He then went back to the oh-so-comfy looking chair, proceeded to pick Toph up in his arms (willing to take the risk of being earthbended into next week) and sat down with her on his lap.

"You know, I'm gonna have to stop letting you get away with things like that." Toph told him, settling into a more comfortable position.

"Oh really and why would that be?" Sokka asked, gently pulling out the band that tied the plait in her hair.

"Bec-" she paused as he ran his fingers through the mass of her raven locks, pulling it completely loose of its prior formation. He began to gently rub her scalp with the one hand. "Nnnn…Because people will think I'm going soft."

"You are soft." Sokka stated as a particularly cute moan escaped his wife's lips.

"Only for you." She corrected.

Sokka couldn't help the smile that grew upon his face. "Why did you feel the need to wrap the badger-mole in a blanket anyway?"

"I thought he might be cold. Toph's eyes were beginning to drift shut again.

"You do know that he has fur?" A bemused expression crossed Sokka's face.

"You can have fur and get cold." Toph defended half-heartedly.

Sokka chuckled and continued with his head massage, enjoying the moment of peace. "You know Toph…"

"Mm?" She was sinking further and further into his embrace.

"I think you'll be a great mother someday."

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