A/N: I know, I'm the worst author ever. But school started, and I've been working a lot, and I hadn't watched Avatar in a while so my muse stopped working. :P shame on you. But this will be the last chapter, and then Inspirations is done! Thanks for all the reviews and the reviews to come!
Aang is about 16, Katara 18.
It had been three years since Ozai's fall, and peace was slowly creeping over the nations like high tide. Aang and his friends reached out as emissaries everywhere they could, and soon they were no longer needed, though of course the Avatar was always wanted. For now, he and Katara lived on Kyoshi Island with Sokka and Suki, though they often traveled.
But now they traveled simply to be together, and to see a broad brook trickle down a mountain.
However, Aang felt horrible – his body ached, his nose dribbled, and every few minutes a hacking cough echoed throughout the valley.
Though he had felt well enough to take a hike with Katara earlier in the day, it became all too apparent that he was sick by the time they reached their destination. The valley between the tall mountains was tranquil, though, and it was a beautiful day, so they saw no reason to call Appa. They could always stay out under the stars; they had the experience.
Aang closed his eyes and laid his head against Katara's warm stomach. "My head hurts," he said thickly.
She smiled slightly and pressed her cool, water-encased hand to his head again. "You're okay, Aang. Don't worry." Her fingers stroked his head with the lightest touch. Softly humming, she finally said, "You know, I'm not sure if I should tell you this."
Aang blearily looked up. "Tell me what?"
"I'm pregnant."
He blinked and put his head back on her stomach. "Oh," he said with a sniff and a smile. "That's nice."
