Author's Note: 143, I lalalalove you.
Disclaimer: As always, Avatar: the Last Airbender belongs to Bryan and Mike.
Pain
"You can do this, Katara!" Zuko held his wife's hand.
"Get out!"
"M-Me?" Zuko straightened a little.
"You," Katara gritted her teeth and squeezed Zuko's hand. "And this little twerp who decides today is not the best d-" Katara sharply screamed.
"K-Katara, you're squeezing the life out of my hand." Zuko tried to loosen her grip, but Katara only squeezed tighter.
"I will squeeze so much more out of you when this is over, you'll never leave the bed - ah!" Katara lurched forward.
"The baby's crowning!" The physician at the foot of the bed exclaimed. "Please push harder, my Lady."
Katara grunted and focused on the contractions in her belly.
"You are so dead." she glared at her husband.
"I know."
"I hate you."
"I know."
"You will sleep in the spare room."
"I know. K-Katara, you squeeze my hand any tighter - " Another contraction interrupted Zuko. As Katara tightened her grip, he could have sworn something popped in his hand.
"Making this was sure as hell less painful," he whispered to himself.
Author's Note: More like a note to myself but; Self: DO NOT LISTEN TO JOHN MAYER WHILE WRITING FICS, THEY'LL END UP SAPPY AS FUCK, I REPEAT - JOHN MAYER = NO GOOD WHILE WRITING. Shieet, almost took a wrong turn.