A/N: Okay, so this is the first chapter and part one of our Zutara kid story. We have a plot!

We also realize that there are a lot of these, but honestly, don't care. So we'll will stop ranting now and let you read the story.

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Beautiful

There she slept; face down in the pillow her hair strewn about everywhere, drowning in covers.

Beautiful

That was the only word that came to her husbands mind as he watched her sleep. He soon sighed in defeat, as he knew she needed to get up. He gently shook her shoulder and whispered her name softly, waiting for the onslaught of curses sure to come his way for waking her. When she did nothing his brow furrowed.

"Katara," he tried again, this time louder. She stirred slightly but again, said nothing. He shook her a bit harder now and called her name again.

"Katara," He heard her emit a small groan before raising her head slowly. Her hair made a tangled mess of a curtain and she stared at him with blood shot eyes.

"What!" she snapped, clearly annoyed. Zuko had to stifle a laugh at her expression, which clearly meant death, as her eyes continued to shoot daggers at him.

"It's time to wake up… Are you feeling well?" he asked carefully, her glare only intensified.

"Of course I do, Zuko. That's why I feel and probably look like a dead moose-lion!" she cried, before collapsing onto the bed in tears. Zuko lay his head back onto his pillow and pulled her into an embrace. She gripped his loose robe in her hands tightly and continued to sob into his chest. He gently rubbed circles around her back and let her cry. Eventually her sobs lessened and she fell back into a light slumber, her head resting comfortably against his chest. He sighed again and continued to rub her back. How would he tell her? Would she be excited or kill him? …Yeah it was probably the latter. She began to stir again and she looked up at him through half lidded eyes.

"Zuko…" she whispered sleepily. Zuko smiled and kissed her forehead.

"Good morning beautiful," he replied softly. Katara giggled slightly and sat up. She yawned and stretched before turning back to him.

"I had a wonderful night sleep," she said while scratching her head. Zuko opened his mouth to speak but promptly closed it. If she didn't remember her breakdown, he would not remind her. He sat up as well but swung his legs over the side effortlessly and stood up.

"How about breakfast?" he asked kindly. Katara's smiled faded and her face grew pale. Clasping one hand over her mouth, she leaped off the bed and bolted for the bathroom. Seconds later the sound of retching could be heard and he grimaced. A few moments after Katara emerged and held her stomach. She leaned against the wall and groaned.

"What is wrong with me?" she asked breathlessly. Zuko looked up at her and managed a small smile.

"Well, I have some good news and some bad news." Katara opened her mouth to speak but Zuko stopped her.

"I heard back from the healer," he said hurriedly. Katara offered him a small smile and sauntered over toward him. She sat down gracefully and looked to him kindly.

"What did they say?" she asked softly. Zuko took a deep breath and locked his eyes with her as he sat beside her.

"Well you are going to be fine," he started shakily. Katara nodded.

"Okay," she replied somewhat confused at her husband's nervousness.

"But there is something going on with you," he explained.

"Kay…" Katara said with a nod.

"You see…You're…We're…I…" Katara gripped his face.

"What?" she asked laughingly.

"You're pregnant," The color in Katara's face once again drained and she sat still. "Katara…" he asked carefully. Zuko cringed as she promptly slapped him. Yes, it was definitely the latter.

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A/N: Okay, Katara's mood swings are awful, and she has a reason for slapping him. As well as having the extreme mood swings. You'll find out later.

R&R please (no flames)

Jade&Lily