One year ago:
'Kida'.
What'cha say, Kor?
'Kida'. If we ever have a daughter, I want her name to be 'Kida'. Doesn't that sound lovely?
He smiled; It does. But we have a long time before we have to think about that. We have forever with each other. Let's not rush things.
We can name our son after your father.
I...I would love that. Thank you, sweetheart.
He's twenty-two and has already had his first heart attack, he thinks, as Korra's soft fingers bring his hand to rest his palm against the flat of her stomach; that simple touch and longing gaze in her eyes being the loudest silence to his ears.
Korra whispers one word, Kida, and the tears running down her face make his breath stop.
W-what? the word leaves his mouth too dry, the tears in his own eyes threatening to drown him with fear because no, no, no, this can't be happening, how can he be a father when he's never had one?
He wants to be mad/yell/scream/cry/ all at once, because he is only twenty-two and a detective, and a life with no guidance surely will not suffice as him being a guide...?
But she is looking at him still, and he swears that with his palm pressed to her warm tummy that he actually feels something there, something inside Korra that he knows it made from their love, and all he can stand to say is:
Kida.
Korra is nodding and smiling a shaky smile with her beautiful lips, and swallowing back her tears and he laughs.
He's laughing a wonderful, tear-stained laugh and Korra cups her palm in his, all four of their hands stroking her tender belly, and he thinks he has no idea how he is going to do this, he knows he in no way deserves this, but somehow this is going to happen, and he is going to be there for the both of them. To be the father that his own never got to be.
"She'll be just as amazing as you," he says, and longs for the day he can hold both their hands in his.
