A/N- Third chapter. Baby iz here. Nuff said.

Phenomenon

It was a mixed blessing, the moment that was taking place. It was horrible, dramatic, and wonderful all at the same time. Aang willed himself not to faint from both joy and shock as he held Katara's hand which was brutally crushing his. It seemed like they had been here hours and still there was no sign of the baby. Aang was trying his best to comfort his wife in her time of pain, but it only seemed to annoy Suki who was acting as mid-wife. He was distracting Katara, and he knew that, plus the fact that he was prolonging it too. What else was there to do though? It seemed to help her, even if, because she would be a little distracted from the pain. He was also fighting the urge to look away, but he knew he couldn't, he just couldn't, because Katara would look to him to find reason to go on. It was a struggle for the two of them.

"You're doing great Katara. Keep going!" Suki urged. Katara's jaw squared in tense determination. Aang thought she was absolutely breath-taking. Feeling she could use a pick me up, Aang leaned close to her ear and whispered,

"I know this is a horrible time, but I think you're gorgeous." Katara snorted in skepticism.

"I'm giving birth and my face is twisted in agony. You have nerve saying that." she replied with great difficulty.

"It's true." he insisted.

"Aang, shut up!" Suki burst out. She didn't mean it, but she was under too much stress to think logically. Aang did as he was told. More endless hours past and Aang was losing feeling in his hand. Finally Suki cried out,

"I see it! Come on, Katara! Push!" Aang closed his eyes not wanting to see anymore. It was too much. Besides, Katara needed all her focus. An epoch went by. Finally, the shrieks of pain ceased.

Aang breathed in the scent of the pillow beneath his head trying to regain the rest of his consciousness that he'd lost through the ordeal. The dizziness refused to fade no matter how much he tried to relax though. It wasn't that he was horrified, he was just overwhelmed. It was all so much to absorb. Suddenly, the baby's cries filled the room and Aang lifted his head up feeling alert, the dizziness gone completely. Suki walked over to him, smiling, but exhausted, holding his child. She handed the newborn to Aang carefully and whispered, "It's a boy." before leaving to get the others. Aang gazed down in wonder at the boy in his arms. He couldn't believe it. He'd been anticipating this moment for months, waiting, expecting the baby, but nothing compared to this moment. It felt so different to have it actually happen. It was nothing like he'd imagined or ever imagine in his entire life. The child was whimpering a little as his father held him, squirming in his blankets, his tiny fists clenched tightly. Aang smiled as he looked down at him. He was beautiful. His skin was a gentle creamy caramel color, the perfect blend of his mother and father's skin. The little hair on his head belonged to his mother, but his face belonged to his father. Aang stroked the boy's cheek lovingly, taken aback at how smooth it was. He heard Katara stir next to him and he turned his head to see she was sitting up.

"How are you feeling?" he murmured.

"I'm fine. Is it a boy?" she asked softly. It was clear that she was exhausted, but she still had the energy to see if she had been right. Aang nodded and was returned with a smile from his wife, the smugness visible.

"May I see him?" It wasn't a question. Aang obediently handed her their child. When Katara saw his face, she gasped quietly so she didn't wake the now sleeping boy in her arms.

"Aang, he's gorgeous. Oh, he looks just like you." she whispered. Aang leaned over by her shoulder so he could look to. It seemed that he could never get enough of the sight of his child.

"He's amazing." he breathed. Then he turned to her, "You're amazing." Katara cupped her husband's cheek lovingly and became lost in his eyes just like she had all the years they'd known each other. It was only when the baby began to stir that they broke their gaze on each other. They both looked down upon their child and saw that he had opened his eyes for the first time. Aang stared into the identical grey orbs staring back at him curiously. Then the child giggled and waved his tiny hands around. Aang smiled and felt tears of happiness well up in his eyes while Katara watched her two boys see each other eye to eye for the first time. The moment was tear-jerking and she made no effort to stop the imminent tears behind her own eyes. Suddenly, the baby began sucking in short breaths and the left side of his nose scrunched up indicating a sneeze. He let out a small "ka-choo!" before he flew about a foot, earning a yelp from both parents, in the air before landing like a feather back into his mother's arms. Aang and Katara gazed at each other for a second before grinning widely. It was officially a historic day, for Aang was no longer the last airbender.