This is a little sneak peak (sort of) of what is going to happen in the next chapter. Maybe you'll catch it. Oh, wait, i mean next in the next two chapters. I'm glad i got this chapter up faster than the last one. So anyway, enjoy.

Chapter 12: Cravings

Momo cocked his head to one side as he watched Katara waddle around the room holding her pregnant belly. She muttered to herself sourly and rummaging through the cupboard.

"Sea prunes. Where are the sea prunes?"

Frustrated, Katara threw a mango from the cupboard. Momo ducked as it whizzed over his head. Katara let out a frustrated groan as she pulled an empty barrel out of the cupboard.

"Great. We're all out." She threw the barrel over her shoulder. Momo ducked as it flew over his head. Katara held her face in her hands, and cried softly. Momo, recognizing the emotion, spread his bat-like wings and flew over to Katara; he landed lightly on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled. Katara patted Momo's head and gave him a small peck on the cheek.

"Momo, you're such a good little guy. Can you help me find Aang?"

The lemur looked at her with his large brown eyes before taking off out the window. Momo really didn't understand what Katara was asking him to do, but he was smart enough to realize that when Katara was behaving that way, she wanted Aang. Momo flew in spirals down the large tower to a wide balcony near the bottom. Sitting there cross-legged was his young master. His arrow tipped fists were placed together and his bare torso displayed more blue arrows going down his arms and back. Momo landed on his owners shoulder. Aang did not react. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady. Momo was confused. He hadn't seen is master do this in a long time, but he knew what to do when he was doing it. Momo spread his wings and took off.

Good thinking Momo.

Meditating was something he didn't get to do very often anymore and Aang was very grateful for this opportunity to clear his mind. The past couple months of his young life had been filled with nothing but chaos. Katara was pregnant and her mood swing and food cravings were worse than Aang could have ever imagined. She would wake up in the morning perfectly happy and cheerful, and by mid morning she would be yelling and screaming at Aang by the smallest comment. Her mood swings were only half as bad as her food cravings. Katara had eaten a variety of foods in her pregnancy from sushi with bananas to sea prunes in soy sauce topped with clotted cream. Aang found it disgusting to watch his wife eat.

Some of the foods she requested were not available in the Southern Air Temple, so Aang was forced to travel with Appa to distant sea ports to collect what his wife desired, no demanded.

Luckily he had plenty of people to comfort and help him. When Katara and Aang arrived back at the Southern Air Temple after their wedding, they found it to be inhabited. Just like the Northern temple, Aang's home had been discovered by some refugees and they had decided to live there in attempt to start a new life. Aang was grateful for their company and was happy that he and Katara were not in complete solitude in their home. The people were kind, and Aang soon became friends with many of them. But even though Aang enjoyed the people and the company of his wife, he needed to be alone for relaxation.

Aang had been so busy lately with the demands of the pregnant Katara that he did not have the time to do this every day like he used to. But it was early in the morning and the sun had just peeked its glowing head over the mountains. Aang steadied his breathing.

In, out, in and out.

The clouds of chaos in his mind began to part.

In and out.

All noise was drained out of his mind, all feeling, everything. Aang's muscles relaxed along with his mind. At last, he was calm.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!"

Aang winced as Katara's shrill voice jabbed at his eardrums. He scowled when her voice sounded again. Frustration flooded back into his empty mind.

"So much for meditating." He growled.

Grudgingly Aang had to force himself to stand up. Aang's gaze journeyed up the spiral tower looming over him and locked on Katara. She was leaning out of a window several stories above him. She pulled her hair away crossly and darted her gaze around the area below. Aang let out a burst of air. What did she want now?

Katara's wild gaze fell upon her husband. She cupped her hands over her mouth.

"Aang! We are out of sea prunes! I need you to go to the market and get some more!"

Aang sighed. "Alright dear!" He called back.

Anger flashed in Katara's eyes.

"Dear? What is that supposed to mean?!" Her face fell suddenly and she began to cry. "Are you being sarcastic with me?" she squeaked through sobs. "You are aren't you? You think my cravings are ridiculous and stupid." She took a quavering breath. "But they aren't!!! You wouldn't know! You're not the one who's seven months pregnant!!!" Her sadness was quickly replaced by renewed fury. "It's not my fault you know! You did this to me!!!" After jabbing her finger accusingly at Aang, she pulled her head back into her room.

Aang's eyes were widened with confusion and shock. All he said was "Alright dear"! He wasn't being sarcastic! He had learned long ago never to that around Katara anymore. He had also learned to just stand there and let her yell at him. If he said anything she would either get angrier or cry; he hated it when she cried. But he knew she would be even angrier if he delayed any longer. He had satisfy his wife's appetite.

Aang made his way down the spiral staircase of his house and out the door the main hall. This was where the trading facilities made their business. As Aang entered the hall, all he could hear was a constant buzzing among the crowd of people. As he made his way through the crowd greetings we shot at him left and right. The people jabbered excitedly as he walked down the hall. Dozens of people threw comments at him left and right. Ignoring most of them, Aang pressed on and tired to hide his face best he could. A group of old women stopped him in the street after one of them spotted his arrowed head.

"How's Katara?" One asked caringly.

"Is she expecting soon?" Another one questioned.

"You should give her anything she wants during pregnancy, you know."

"When I was pregnant-"

A man from the bakery spotted Aang and called to him.

"Avatar Aang! He shouted. "Will you be needing anything today?" Aang merely shook his head. There was no time to stop and chat; he was a man on a mission. Finally, Aang spotted the market he was looking for and made his way toward it.

"Excuse me, but Katara is in desperate need of breakfast." At these words the gaggle of old women dispersed.

Aang approached the counter and tried his best to force a smile onto his face. The owner was shuffling through some items and had his back turned to Aang.

Aang's false smile fell and he began to tap the counter impatiently. The man didn't notice. Aang cleared his throat noisily. The man continued, taking no notice.

"AHEM!"

Aang rolled his eyes as the old man finally turned around. He took of his smudged spectacles and cleaned them off on his even dirtier shirt before replacing them on the bridge of his nose. He squinted in them for a moment before recognizing who was standing in front of him.

"Aang!" He took Aang's hand and shook it vigorously. "How are you my boy?"

Aang's fake smile widened as he used his free hand to rub the back of his head. "Morning, Momishi. I'm fine. I'm just taking care of Katara."

Momishi's eyes widened. "Ohhh, right. So how is Katanga?"

"Katara. Um, she's pretty good. But she's been really cranky and she's been yelling a lot."

Momishi's face wrinkled into a smile. "Well that's just great. So, what can I do you for?"

Aang scratched the back of his head again. "Do you have any sea prunes left?" Momishi's face fell.

"I afraid not. I just sold my last barrel to old lady Yang." The old man snorted with laughter. "Seems a lot of people with names ending in "ang" want sea prunes this morning!"

Aang sighed at the man's poor attempt at a joke and rubbed his shoulder anxiously. "Alright, well when are you getting your next shipment?"

Momishi stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, not for about two weeks."

Aang felt the blood drain from his face. I'm dead. "Okay then I'll come back in two weeks then."

Momishi smiled broadly. "No problem Aang! Goodbye, now!"

"Thanks." He turned away before mumbling, "for nothing."

What was he going to tell Katara? She would water bend him into oblivion! He remembered the last instance when Aang did not meet the demands of his wife's cravings.

"You didn't get the crab puffs?" Katara sobbed.

Aang tried to put his arm on her shoulder to comfort her, but she pulled away.

"You hate me! You never loved me! Why didn't you try harder?"

"But, Katara,"

"But nothing!" she raged. "I want crab puffs! The baby wants crab puffs!" Katara was getting angry now.

"Katara, it's okay. They're just crab puffs. You don't need them." But apparently that had been the wrong answer.

"Don't need them!?" she shrieked. "How do you know what I need?" She found a pot and threw it at him. "You don't know anything!" A pillow followed the pot and caught Aang's face.

"Katara! Please!" But begging only made it worse. Katara started bending. That night, Aang slept in the living room.

With that memory floating around in his mind, Aang opened the door and stepped inside. The sitting room was empty; Katara must be upstairs. But before Aang could get up the stairs, he heard Katara clunking down them. Holding her pregnant belly, she waddled down the spiral staircase. Swallowing hard he waited for her to finish her journey. He didn't dare help her; Katara was insistent on doing everything herself. Her eyes were concentrating on her feet, so she did not see him until she reached the end of the stairs with an "oof" of effort. Katara looked him up and down.

She looked up at him smiling broadly. "Oh, your home! Thank goodness. I'm really hungry." She plopped down on the nearest cushion. Katara noticed the sea prunes absence.

"So did you start boiling them already?" she asked.

Aang bit his lip.

Katara laughed. "Aang I'm not going to kill you just because you haven't started cooking them yet." Katara's face fell. "I mean you do have them, right?"

"Well you see," Aang began, "they were all out."

"They were out?" Katara asked.

"I'm really sorry." Aang cringed and waited for the storm to unleash. But it didn't come. Instead, Aang heard sobbing.

"Katara, please don't cry!" Aang rushed over to her and kneeled beside her. She flung herself into his arms, crying harder.

"Don't' cry." He begged.

"I-I'm sorry, Aang. I just can't help it. I want them so bad, the baby wants them so bad."

Aang wanted her to stop crying. He'd do anything to make her stop. "Don't worry Katara. I'll get you your prunes."

Katara sniffed. "You will?" she asked hopefully. "How?"

Aang knew he was going to regret it, but he wanted her to stop crying. "I'll take Appa down to the sea ports; I'll get you prunes there."

"Oh, Aang that's so sweet of you." She gave him a peck on the cheek.

"But won't you be gone all day?"

"Do want me to stay home?"

"No! That's fine! Go!"

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"Thank you so much Avatar, sir." Aang grumbled at the merchant and loaded the barrels of sea prunes onto Appa. Eight hours of flying just so Katara could have her prunes. By the time he got back, she would probably want something else anyway. He air bended himself to the top of Appa's fuzzy head.

"Yip yip!" Appa let out a booming roar before leaping into the air. Aang held the reigns loosely in his hands. He was so tiered. He couldn't even imagine how Appa felt. He wouldn't get home till dark. He couldn't wait till this pregnancy was over, then he could relax. Aang's eyelids drooped. He wanted to fall asleep, but he knew he shouldn't. But he was so tiered. Aang's arrowed head drooped and sleep took him.

A sudden jerk woke Aang from his light doze. He looked around and noticed it was dark, but that was the least of his worries; Appa was descending. Aang tried to pull Appa up, but the bison resisted his tugging.

"What's the matter boy?" Aang asked. Appa roared and stared flying faster. He was looking at something on the ground and obviously recognized it. Aang looked down at the ground where his bison's eyes were pinned. All he could see was an old town, but then he saw what Appa was looking at. His eyes widened. Aang flicked Appa's reigns, urging him to go faster.

Just so you know, there will be MAJOR Tokka in the next few chapters. So do not fret. (I mean you TokkaLover XD)