Borra Week
Day 2: Prank
A huge smile spread across Korra's lips; a devious smile as she worked out her plan. The day before, Bolin had pulled a little prank that consisted of hiding her clothes around the house while she was in the shower. Korra didn't enjoy the scavenger hunt, and neither did she appreciate Bolin's laughter in the background. After she'd found her clothes, he had asked her why she hadn't simply gone to their room to get another set of clothes, and when Korra gave him a look of sudden realization, he laughed even harder, causing Korra to pout angrily and stomp away from him. Bolin had a good laugh that night.
But no one pranks Korra without any consequences.
Bolin got home just when the sun was beginning to set. He let out an exhausted sigh, called out for Korra, and made his way for their bedroom. He lay down and Korra walked in after a few minutes, hair damp and let loose. He smiled to himself. Had she purposely showered before he got home?
"Tired?" Korra asked, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. Bolin nodded.
"A little," he said in a whiny voice that made Korra chuckle.
"Well, I kind of… have to tell you something," Korra said, trying to seem nervous. Bolin bought the nervousness, looking at her with confusion and a bit of worry.
"What? What's wrong?"
"I… I don't know if you'll like this."
"Korra," Bolin said, reaching for her hand. "You can tell me anything."
"Alright…" Korra muttered, laughing evilly inside her head. She couldn't wait to see the surprised look on his face. She took in a deep breath, preparing for the blow.
"I'm pregnant."
"What?!" Bolin shouted, sitting up and almost crashing foreheads with Korra. He stared at her with wide eyes, mouth gaping open slightly, chest pounding furiously. He exhaled lowly, composed himself, and spread his lips into a huge smile. "R-really?" Korra's eyes widened, the smirk that was beginning to form quickly fading.
"Wait. You want a kid?"
"W-Well, I-I uh… I thought it'd be nice," Bolin said, an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. He scratched the back of his head softly, letting loose a small laugh. "You know, have little kids of our own running around. My little girl looking for her dad for comfort. My little boy asking me for tips on how to be tough… or maybe he'd ask you, actually." That made Korra laugh, but it still didn't ease the flip flops going on in her stomach. She thought he'd be surprised and worried, pacing around the room as she silently laughed to herself. She didn't think he'd be… happy.
"But," Korra began, looking at her hands. "I mean, I'd be a terrible mother."
"A terrible mother? No way!" Bolin exclaimed, wrapping his arms around her. "You're strong, protective, caring… I don't think that's the definition of a terrible mother." Korra smiled to herself.
"You really think that?"
"Of course I do, honey," Bolin mumbled, kissing her cheek.
"I feel terrible!" she suddenly shouted, standing up and pulling at her hair. Bolin's eyes widened. He stood up, rushing to her side.
"What is it? Are you bloated? Do your ankles hurt? I didn't know you'd feel sick this early!" he rambled, leading her to the kitchen. He sat her down, quickly handed her a glass of water and began massaging her shoulders.
"Just relax! It'll get better, hopefully…"
"What are you- No, that's not what I meant!" Korra said, pushing his hands away. "I… I'm not actually pregnant."
"Huh?" Korra sighed, a guilty feeling washing over her as she watched a wave of disappointment envelope Bolin's eyes. "What do you mean? Why did you lie?"
"I don't know! I wanted to watch you squirm and sweat and… I didn't think you'd be happy about it," she mumbled, head drooping in shame.
"Oh… well…"
"But I'm really considering it now!" Korra said with a huge grin, looking at Bolin who was smiling as well.
"Heh, I guess I'm not the only one who likes the idea of a little Korra or a little Bolin sprinting around the house."
"I guess it would be cute," Korra said, laughing lightly. She smiled warmly, looking into Bolin's green eyes that gave her the greatest comfort in the world. "You'll be a great dad."
"Thank you, thank you. Keep going, I enjoy the compliments."
"Bo," Korra laughed, her laugh cut off by a pair of lips over hers. When her shoulders relaxed and he arms wrapped around his neck, Bolin smiled into the kiss, breaking it to pick her up in his arms.
"Let's get to work on those kids."
