Oddly, strangely, one of the things Mako loved about Korra physically was her hair.

"Give." He reached his hand out toward her as she came into their bedroom from the bathroom, wearing pajamas stretched over the baby belly.

"What?" Korra frowned, freezing with the comb in her hand.

"The comb, I'll do it."

"Oh thank you." She sighed and sat on the bed with him, her back facing him so he could comb the tangles out of her hair. She usually just flipping her head upside down to comb her hair, but since she'd become pregnant, it was harder to bend over and do that, so Mako had taken to combing it. It was oddly relaxing. "Don't pull."

"I didn't, it's tangled." He defended himself easily, but she could hear the grin on his face. "What did you do to get it all tangled?"

"Nothing." Korra shrugged. "It just likes to get tangled up in itself, be glad you have short hair." She grinned at him over her shoulder as he brushed her lengthening hair.

"It's gotten a lot longer than it used to be." Mako observed as he brushed all the way down her back.

"I can't exactly cut it without being able to bend my arms." Korra huffed at him, crossing her arms over her massive chest. At first she'd been amused that her breasts had grown as much as her stomach, but now it was just annoying to weigh so much more than she had before.

"You cut your hair yourself?" Mako asked with a curious look.

"My mother used to." Korra's back relaxed as he worked at the tangles. "I started to in Republic City, I let Asami do it once and she tried to give me fringe." She winced. "I just trim it a little."

"I like it long." Mako murmured. "I like it getting wrapped around me." He grinned and pressed a light kiss to the skin behind her ear.

"Ohh I wish." Korra groaned and leaned her head on his shoulder, looking up at him with bright blue eyes. "But I'm so massive."

"You're beautiful." Mako kissed her cheek and returned to his combing. "Your hair is really shiny since you've been pregnant."

"It's all those vitamins Pema and Master Katara keep making me take." Korra snorted and shifted so he could reach all of her hair.

"Want me to put it up?" Mako asked as he finished getting the comb through all of her hair.

"Do you know how to braid?" Korra asked her husband curiously.

"Don't ask how." He muttered and started to divide her hair into three sections.

"Oh I'm dying to know." Korra giggled as he tugged her hair and started twisting it into a perfect plait.

"Ok, for a few months we were hanging out with a bunch of other kids." Mako sighed heavily. "There was a little girl, she was about four years old, I was nine, and she made me braid her hair."

"Why didn't she have Bo do it?" Korra grinned, turning when he got to the end and tied it off. The braid swept her bottom.

"She tried, he'd knot it." Mako sighed. "It's not really hard."

"I'm impressed." Korra grinned and kissed him. "Thank you."

"Anything for you." He grinned when she ruffled his hair. "It doesn't need to be braided."

"If you grew it out, I'd braid it for you." Korra rested her head on his shoulder and yawned lightly. "I'm tired."

"Sleep." Mako kissed her nose and helped lay her down on the bed and arranged himself around her to sleep, one hand pressed to her pregnant belly. He buried his nose in the scent of her hair and drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.