Expecting
Zuko paled. "You're sure?"
From where she lay on the bed, skin a similar pallor, Katara nodded miserably.
"So we're going to be..."
"Parents," Katara finished, and thought she might be sick again.
Zuko seemed as nauseated as she felt.
"Parents," he repeated as though the term was equal to the terror of an incurable disease, and flopped down next to Katara.
For a long moment, they stewed in their mutual dread.
"I'll do the dishes for two weeks if you tell Sokka."