#2: Jitters

Pairing: Zutara.

Summary: "It's not my fault your husband is having the runs while you're in labour," Sokka said, rushing to the door.

Disclaimer: the usual applies.

AN: Thanks for reading – I hope you enjoyed it!


Katara took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Sokka stood right beside her; in an unprecedented show of affection, he clasped her hands in his own rougher ones.

"Where's Zuko?" she asked.

"I dunno," Sokka said. "Probably went to the potty."

The pain was killing her, and the bright lights weren't helping. Katara clenched her eyes shut. "You sure about that, Sokka? Is he even here?"

"Was here a few minutes ago. Maybe he's got the runs, it's quite likely, because..."

"I doubt that. I'll need to have some words with him later. How do I look?"

"Lovely," Sokka said. "Suki's lovelier, but you'll do."

"Thanks."

"I'm your brother, this is what I do." He patted her hands. "Even if it means lying to you."

"Sokka!"

"Just kidding, just kidding," Sokka said, edging away slightly. "No need to be so touchy."

"You try being in my shoes!"

"No thanks," Sokka said. "Once is enough."

The door swung open; Katara could see Zuko enter the room. Sokka saw him too, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"You're my salvation," Sokka said, clapping Zuko on the back. "I couldn't be more grateful that I'm her brother and will never have to marry her."

Zuko walked away from Sokka as if he hadn't heard a single word Sokka had uttered. He was very pale, and his hands seemed to shake as he moved towards Katara.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," Sokka said to Zuko's back, which of course did not reply, not having a mouth.

"Where have you been?" Katara demanded as her husband approached her.

"Toilet," Zuko said.

"Are you lying? Zuko, you'd better tell me the truth! I won't have you cheating on me at this juncture!"

"I – no, Katara, I really went to the loo."

Katara grabbed his wrist and tried to hoist herself up. "I want you to stay by me now. Until the end."

"I –" Zuko stammered. He felt a surge in his abdomen. "Must go. Toilet." He ran out the room.

"Why is he so nervous, Sokka? Were you like that too?"

"Nah… You make people nervous."

"I'll have a word with him later…" Katara said, mumbling about exactly what she would do to Zuko once she laid her hands on him again.

"Actually," Sokka said, "you might want to relax. It's not really his fault. I hate to admit it, but I fed him some old sea prunes yesterday. The ones Suki wanted to throw away because she thought they were, you know, not edible or something…"

"You what? Sokka!"

"I'm sorry… it felt like a good idea yesterday."

"You idiot!" Katara said. "Come over here and give me your hand."

"Why?"

"So I can squeeze the life out of you once the labour pains start!"

"It's not my fault your husband is having the runs while you're in labour," Sokka said, rushing to the door. "Actually, it partly is my fault, but I don't care! See you later, Katara!"