"We'll teach her everything." His arm wrapped around the laying relaxed form of his wife, physically focused on her. While mentally, his mind was somewhere else, in thoughts of the future, as obvious in the dreamy, soft tone of his voice.

"Her? So sure, are we?" She laughed, poking fun at his daydreaming while the opportunity was open.

This brought him back to the present. He moved to support his weight on his elbows as he hovered beside her on the bed they shared. He brought his lightly forehead to hers, glancing at the classic smirk on her lips.

"Positive. Just call it,'Avatar instinct.'"

She chuckled, right in his face. "'Hah! 'Avatar instinct' my butt. Tell you what, wanna make a bet Twinkle Toes?"

"What type of bet, Sugarfists?"

"A bet on the topic you're so 'positive' about."

"A bet on the gender of our unborn child? Doesn't that sound slightly... barbaric?"

"Well.. it's not like it could cause any harm. It could be one of our many little secrets. And plus, It gives me another chance to win against you, which I will, of course."

"'Win against me' huh? Well what if I so happen to be correct, Mrs. Avatar?" He knew there were only a select few nicknames of her she liked from him. And he knew that "Mrs. Avatar" was not one of them. He found doing little things like this was a good way of teasing her.

"Don't get your hopes up too high, Sweetness." She fought back with a few not-so-well-liked names of her own. "We'll see which one is stronger: a mother's intuition, or 'Avatar instinct.'"

By now he was sitting up, listening and looking at her with a mischievous smirk. And then, thanks to the playful mood he was in, he pounced on or shoulder gingerly, ducking to nimbly snip at her neck and collar bone, where she was ticklish. While she was giggling, calling him out to stop, and squirming, he teased against her ear: "Who is going to teach her manners? Because it certainly isn't going to be you, with your barbaric ways." He grinned against her skin, ceasing the tickling for a moment.

She recovered quickly, turning to face him, feeling his goofy grin. She brought a hand up and brought it to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a quick, soft kiss. "Well we know it can't be you. You're 100 years stuck in the past after that iceberg experience, you uncivilized thing of a man."

He chortled. "You're the one who married this 'uncivilized thing of a-'" He was silenced when she brought his lips to hers in another kiss, a little longer than the previous, but still powerful indeed. Then more kisses came after that, growing stronger and heated.

But in a second when they catching their breath, she smiled that classic, challenging smirk at him, saying: "I'm still gonna win, Baldy."