Just a cute little idea I came up with. Not quite sure where it came from, but a lot of the time my ideas come from the black void in my head. This is for Prompt #66 Touch. Rather short...
It had been happening for several weeks now, and at first she'd dismissed it as bubbles gurgling around in her stomach—but not this time. This time it couldn't be anything more than what she knew it to be. There was no overlooking it.
She'd just settled in beside Zuko on the bed when it happened, and under the satin-red bed coverings she put her hand to her swollen belly. Waiting...
A small twitch, barely even the strength of a butterfly-moth's wing beat, brushed up against her hand.
Heart fluttering, she put her other hand on Zuko's shoulder. He'd wrestled himself into a comfortable position and was getting ready to curl up around her to sleep, but stopped midway at her touch.
Without a word, she grabbed his hand and guided it to where hers was. His palm was warm and gentle, and he obediently laid it flat over her abdomen. When she looked to him, his brows rose in mild inquiry—and then his eyes widened at the same time that she felt a small jerk inside, and he looked down as if to see his hand through the covers.
"Was that…?"
She smiled at him and then couldn't help but laugh at the reverential expression that suddenly overcame his features.
The rest of the night was spent with Zuko fawning over her with child-like excitement, and she didn't mind one bit just to share her joy with him.