The moon was low in the sky and it was too late for anyone to be up, let alone two men with important things to do the next morning. But Sokka sort of liked being up late. Of course, he loved to sleep, but he loved the moon more, and looking up at her comforted him.
Katara had fallen asleep hours ago, her head resting peacefully in Aang's lap.
"Oogies," Sokka chuckled softly, looking at Aang from across the room. Aang smiled back.
"Never gets old, eh?" Aang answered, brushing a piece of his wife's hair out of her face.
"Nah, but I'm still not an uncle," he answered, winking.
"Neither am I," Aang said.
Sokka frowned and looked down at his hands. "I'm jealous, you know. Of you two. I don't know how you do it."
"You could still make up with Suki. Kyoshi Island isn't that far away…"
"No, I can't," Sokka said, smiling. His pained eyes betrayed him, though, and Aang knew how upset he really was. "Anyway, I belong here, with you guys, and Toph."
"Always Toph over Suki," Aang answered, leaning back.
"What does that mean?"
"Nothing," Aang answered slyly.
"Would it matter? She's with The Duke."
"But you love her."
"Well, of course. Don't you?"
"You know what I mean," Aang answered. When he didn't get a response, he added, "So, that's it?"
"Yeah, that's it."
