"You're going to miss the ship again."

"I know."

"That makes this… the tenth time you missed it."

"Is it? You've been counting?"

"Well, people are going to be under the impression that you never intended to go back to Republic City."

"That's because I didn't."

Korra smiled and stretched out in the bed. Noatak looked up at the window. Gray skies and gulls. Black clouds and rain.

"It's a bad day to go on a boat," Noatak said.

"Good thing I'm not going," Korra said.

"What are you going to do instead?" Noatak said.

"Sit in bed and have my husband make love to me," Korra said.

"Said husband is tired from the prior night of love making. He'll just make you soup instead," Noatak said.

"Makes no difference to me. I like both," Korra said.

"Maybe if you're lucky, you'll get both."

"I usually do. My husband is such a softie for someone who used to be so bad."

"I can certainly be bad if I have to. I have a wife who likes that."

Korra laughed and kissed Noatak. She placed his hand on her still flat stomach. He smiled as he felt the faint pulse of their child.

"Tell me how our baby is doing," Korra said.

"Our baby is healthy. Like always," Noatak said.

"Ugh. Well it's certainly not getting any bigger. My belly is still flat," Korra said.

"You won't show for a while Korra. I thought you knew that."

"I know, but I want to tell everyone about this little baby of ours."

"Everyone in this village already knows."

"Tarrlok should keep his mouth shut. He ruined the surprise."

"He's just excited to be an uncle."

"He's still a blabbermouth."

Noatak chuckled and got up to get dressed. Korra smiled as she looked at the same muscled back and toned ass she saw months ago- it still drove her crazy. She looked at the thin scar that ran up his thigh- different from all the other scars on his body. She thought about how she was the only person that noticed the slight limp in his otherwise smooth and flawless gait. Noatak turned around and grabbed Korra's robe. He tossed it to her before walking downstairs.

When Korra finally made it to the downstairs, the air was already filled with aromatic spices. She licked her lips and stood by Noatak as he peeled potatoes. Korra wiggled her hips and bumped her butt against his. Noatak made a harsh cut on the potato he was peeling and turned to give Korra a dirty look.

"You can cook if you're going to slice my thumb off," Noatak said.

"Sorrrry. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't resist. Besides, your thumb is here," Korra said.

"Thankfully. I can't handle your cooking," Noatak said.

"Hey! I'm not that bad," Korra said.

"Tarrlok would disagree," Noatak said.

Noatak handed Korra a peeled potato and a knife.

"Are you sure?" Korra said.

"You can cut potatoes. It's the actual cooking that concerns me," Noatak said.

"Very funny you. Someone is not interested in sex tonight," Korra said.

"I have the highest interest in the safety of you, myself, and most importantly our child. Besides, I don't really have to beg for sex. I never have."

Korra rolled her eyes and deftly cut the potatoes. She smirked to herself as Noatak ignored her and continued to cook. Naga sat at the floor of the kitchen and begged for scraps. Korra laughed at how soft Noatak was when it came to Naga. He always gave Naga something if she whined enough.

The two of them lived in a small home on the outskirts of town. Korra made the journeys to bring back Noatak's possessions from his now abandoned cabin. She helped Noatak recover from his injury while he spent his time carving items for the village. At the beginning of each month, the ships would arrive from the capital city and Republic City, and Korra never boarded any of them. Instead, she ignored the ships and stayed in Noatak's arms.

Korra walked out and stood at the porch of her home looking at the storm on the sea. Noatak came out with two bowls of soup. They looked at the water and ate their soup. When they finished, they put their bowls away and held hands- rubbing each other's hands and relishing their warmth. Korra always leaned on Noatak and sighed like usual while he leaned back onto Korra. He kissed her forehead and grabbed something from his pocket.

"Did you ever see the junkyards in Republic City?" Noatak said.

"Of course not. That place is gross," Korra said.

Noatak laughed and shook his head.

"I used to go there all the time when I first came to Republic City. I used to be able to find things that were thrown out that were beautiful or still useful," Noatak said.

"You used to go diving in the dumps?" Korra said.

"Yeah. People threw out some very valuable items when they outlasted their use," Noatak said.

"Is there a point to this?" Korra said.

Noatak shook his head.

"You know there is. When we're old and gray, I'll still have a point," Noatak said.

"You already are kind of old and gray," Korra said.

"The first gray hair you spot, I hope you remember this moment."

"So what is your point?"

"My point is… thank you for finding me."

"It wasn't hard. For one, I didn't have to go to the junkyard to find you."

Noatak laughed and took out the necklace he had in his hand- a simple, thin gold chain with a single pearl. He combed back Korra's hair and put the necklace on her.

"I'm very happy we got married," Noatak said.

"I'm very happy that we're going to have a little one," Korra said.

"Me too," Noatak said.

"And I'm very happy that I got lost on my spiritual journey."

"Did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"No, but I like what I found instead."