Read only if you've had health class, or are not grossed out by certain 'themes'...


"Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Mommy?"

"Yes Dear?"

8 year old Kaori stood on the side of her parent's bed waiting for the two to wake up, yet they both remained cuddled together. So she tried to call them louder.

"Daddy! Mommy!"

Her parents flinched, slowly waking up to their daughter's whine. Katara was just about to get up, yet Zuko pulled her down, holding on to her longer.

"Hello!? Wake up!"

"Kaori honey, what do you need?" asked her dad quite annoyed for not being able to sleep in today with his wife. She jumped onto the bed and squeezed in between the space of her parents, forcing them to seperate. Zuko gruffed as Katara chuckled.

"Can I ask you two a question?"

"Later." Zuko merely replied. Besides, he hated to wake up early in the morning.

"No Zuko, she can ask now. The sooner she ask, the sooner we get back to sleep." replied Katara.

"Well, er... How are babies made?"

And as quick as that was, her parent's eyes flung open in shock and nervousness. Each looked at eachother and then at their daughter.

"Ask your mother." stated Zuko.

"Me? Why not you?" question Katara.

"Because you're the woman!"

"But more of it comes from the man!"

"What comes from the man?" asked Kaori, yet her parents paid no attention.

"Well it's the woman that gets it formed in them!"

"It's the man who causes it to happen!"

"Huh?" But the litle princess was still ignored.

"Well if it wasn't for the woman, babies wouldn't be born!"

"Well if it wasn't for the man, babies wouldn't even be created in the first place!"

"So who creates them?" And once again, she was completely dissed.

"So are you saying that it's my fault you had kids?"

"My kids? They're your kids too! Why do you always blame it on me stating that they are only my kids!?"

"Well, um, well they got most of their traits from you didn't they!?"

"Ugh, how dare y--"

"I just wanted to know HOW BABIES ARE MADE!" shouted Kaori, interrupting the bruting arguement between her parents. They stopped and stared at her. "It was just one simple question, is that too much to ask!? Forget it, I don't want to know!" She merely stated before getting off the bed and exiting her parent's bedroom. Both Zuko and Katara faced eachother as their blank expressions began to turn into a smirk.

"So, since we didn't get to explain to our daughter how babies are made," Zuko crept closer to his wife and pulled her into him, "How about I show you instead?" he whispered. She giggled.

"Teach me, impress me, atleast I'd be informed." she replied, drawing his lips closer to hers.

"Then I'd be glad too."

---ohmagawd... x insert hot and smexy smut right here x---


A/N: X What happens in the room stays in the room. Goodness Zuko, it's only 7 in the morning and already you go on doing that!? So desperate...
Kaori walked through the palace halls with a confused yet weary look on her face, which her Unlce Iroh seemed to notice.

"Kay, what's wrong?" he asked, interrupting her thoughts. She looked up at him and sighed.

"Uncle Iroh, can I ask you a qustion?"

"Sure..." he sipped into his tea as he waited for his neice to tell him.

"I was wondering... how are babies made?"

And out came Iroh's tea being spat everywhere as he wheezed in shock.

"Wh- WHAT!?" he yelled in exasperation. Kaori growled.

"Geez, why is it that eveytime I ask someone that, they have the same expression!? That is it! I'm going to ask Zye!" she exclaimed. But her uncle disrupted her.

"No no Kaori, wait, first of all, did you ask your parents?" Kaori nodded. "Well, what did they say?"

"They ignored me."

Iroh gruffed. It was so typical of his nephew to comepletly diss these kinds of topics.

"Kaori, if you want to know, then... I'll show you." He smirked in the back of this mind. Oh, this was payback for completely ignoring their daughter and causing her to come to Iroh, making Iroh the one to tell her. And he didn't want to be the one to tell her...

"Huh?" He grabbed his neice by the hand and led her to her parents bedroom. Upon reaching there, he unexpectadely flung the door open revealing two very naked parents covered up in sheets only, looking back at them in shock. By now, Kaori had a mortified look on her face.

"Uncle!" shouted Zuko as both him and Katara wrapped the blankets around then quickly, their faces blushing with red especially infront of their child. "What are you doing!?" He began to furry as Iroh merely shrugged.

"See Kaori, that is how babies are made." Iroh replied, pointing to her parents. He looked at Zuko and shook his head. "If only your father and mother told you earlier, it didn't have to come to this." And with that he shut their door and guided his neice back to the palace gardens.

"Now do you understand?" he asked, but he knew that ofcourse she woudn't. She was too young. And so, she shook her head. "Did you get to learn anything about what I've showed you?

"No, I don't understand... but I've learned one thing." This surprised Iroh.

"What?"

"That I never-ever-EVER want to see that sight ever again!"


A/N: Iroh is so smart! He knows the times when Zuko and Katara are, doint 'it'. Hahaha, lol. Sneaky old Iroh. R'n'R