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"Katara!"
She spun from Aang's side, sighing in irritation at Sokka sprinting toward her.
"You need to help!" he insisted, waving his arms. "C'mon!"
"Sokka, what's wrong?" Aang mediated.
"It's Suki. Can't you just see what's wrong with her?"
Katara nodded, following her frantic brother back to his ice house, about to brush aside the curtain. The smell of sickness wafted out, and she pushed on Aang's chest.
"I wanna help!" he insisted.
"Aang, stay out here, alright?"
He opened his mouth to argue, but just nodded and leaned against the hut's outer wall.
She entered the hut, struggling to not pinch her nose.
"Sokka?" Suki asked, and Katara took in the sight. Suki was wrapped up in a blanket from her collarbones down, and her shoulders were obviously bare.
"What happened to oogies?" she shot at Sokka, kneeling next to the warrior.
"What's wrong with her?" he asked, ignoring her jibe. "She just threw up as soon as we woke up."
Katara leaned a hand on the older girl's forehead, and hovered her hands over the girl's stomach.
"Upset stomach?" Sokka asked, hovering over his sister's shoulder. "Were the sea slugs bad? I cooked them myself! Is she gonna be alright?"
Katara grimaced at the thought of Sokka cooking anything at all, and shot him a pointed look at his hovering. He slumped into a fur chair, crossing his arms. "Sorry."
Katara closed her eyes, listening for the water in Suki's stomach. Yes. Definitely some unrest there.
"Upset stomach, definitely," she said aloud, immersing herself in the sound of the acid and liquid in the girl's body.
"I'll go grab herbs," Sokka said, jumping up.
"Wait."
"What? Is she okay? Is she dying? Maybe she has midnight moon sickness. Or maybe… pentapus fever! What if it's real!" he groaned.
"I'm right here, you oaf," Suki laughed weakly, frowning at her husband.
"There's something…" Katara began. She listened more intently, then began giggling.
"Katara?" Sokka asked, scratching his head. "You alright there?"
"I… you guys…" she laughed, "I'm surprised it took this long…"
"Did I do something?" Sokka asked frantically.
"You did something, alright," she giggled. "Suki's pregnant."
Suki smiled, and Sokka collapsed back on the chair. "Pregnant… as in a baby?"
"Congratulations, you two! Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get a girl. Tui knows you don't need another Sokka running around," she joked.
Suki groaned. "Not even funny, Katara."
"How far along?" Sokka asked, still shell-shocked.
"No more than a month. I'll leave you two alone now," Katara concluded, standing and leaving the hut before Sokka's questions could evolve into an interrogation.
"Pregnant, huh?" Aang asked as soon as she left, wiping her hands on her blue parka and slipping her gloves back on.
"Yep. She's nineteen. She'll do fine."
"You'll have a niece or nephew! That's exciting!" Aang noticed, nudging her shoulder.
"Oh, so will you," she insisted. "I doubt Sokka will let you get away without honorary uncle duties."
"Maybe I should start drinking tea and firebending more," he replied with an innocent grin.
"Avatar! Hakoda needs you!" a councilman yelled from the nearby administrational tent. "He's in the Council Room!"
"Come with me?" he asked, tossing his head toward the large tent. "It's just going to be a long meeting about how you need to find a nobleman to marry and how I need to have little airbending babies before I die. Although, I do need to hear about that fruit pie shipment!" He opened his glider, taking off toward the tent. "Bet I can beat you!"
Assuming a waterbending stance, she shot a pillar of water in front of his flight path, freezing it just as he was about to fly through it. He exhaled, and a gust of air blew a path through the liquid. "Told you!" he laughed, looking back at her with a gaping smile.
"Aang, watch-" her sentence was cut off as he plummeted into a fountain, landing with a resounding 'thud' at the bottom. She stifled her giggle with a single gloved hand, and he rubbed his tattoos in pain for the second time that day.
She ran as fast as her thick clothing would allow her to the tent.
"Ha, beat you!"
"Katara, is that you?" her father opened the curtain, staring expectantly at her. "This meeting isn't for you."
"Aang invited me," she explained.
"I know you want to come in, but you'll have to sit this one out."
"Aang will just tell me what happened afterward."
He smiled slightly, deep blue eyes filled with equal parts annoyance and amusement. Amusement won out, and he parted the curtain for her.
"Fine.
