Amethyst

A/N: Oh you guys! I'm going to miss you, my lovely lovely readers. T^T

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Simple

When Asami was younger, she used to believe that being married meant living a life of romance at every moment. She used to dream about her prince charming telling her how much he loved her at every moment and kissing her when she least expected it. But, she came to realize that after getting married, things didn't change much from how they were before.

They'd wake up every morning and he'd drink his tea and read the paper while she worked out her schedule for the day. Then he'd leave for work and she'd leave for Future Industries. Sometimes they'd meet up for lunch, but most days they didn't see each other until late in the evening when they'd make a late dinner and talk at the table. He'd kiss her on the cheek, and she'd kiss him on the mouth and they'd go to bed, restarting the same pattern for the following day.

It was simple, really. They were living life day-by-day doing the things they always did, only instead of doing them alone, they had somebody to return to when they were done. A pair of loving arms and a happy smile. A greeting and a kiss.

It wasn't fancy, but it was love.

"Good morning, love," he would say as he met her in the kitchen for breakfast.

"Pass me the sugar," she would ask. He slid the sugar across the table with a smile. She always thanked him with a smile of her own.

"Have a good day," he would say and kissed her on the cheek.

"I'll see you tonight," she would respond and waved as he drove off.

"How was your day?" he would ask when he came home.

"Busy," she would respond as she prepared dinner.

"I'll take you somewhere nice for dinner tomorrow if you get off early," he would say as they ate dinner.

"Sure," she would respond, but they never went because she'd never get off early. It was the thought that mattered anyway.

"I love you," he would mumble as he fell asleep.

"I love you too," she would respond in a whisper.

But there were still days when simple didn't happen. Those were the nights she came home early and they went out for dinner instead of cooking it, and they'd laugh and talk and relish in each other's presence until they came home and their laughs grew quiet and the long moments of silence were filled with the desperation to just feel.

"You're beautiful," he would whisper at the junction of her throat. His lips were moist and warm, and his hands felt like fire against her skin.

"I love you," she would respond and all other talking was lost into the heat of the night.

But even the wonderful nights faded back into simple, and their routine continued. It was funny, really, how normal things became between them. But it wasn't the normal that she looked forward to, it was the in-between stuff that made her heart race. A heated look snuck in from across the room. A surprise kiss as she was brushing her teeth. The lingering goodbye kiss that escalated to the point that she gave up leaving for work on time and merely shut the door. It was the moments she didn't expect, like when he would hug hug close to him just to feel her skin against his, or the lingering moments of sadness where he would rest his forehead against hers until the feelings passed. It was the little things that made their simple married life wonderful, and it was those moments that disrupted their routine that she looked forward to the most.

"Good morning, love," he said to her as he took up his place at the table. She greeted him with a kiss upon the cheek and placed his cup of tea before him. He took a long sip as she took up her place beside him and began to eat her breakfast.

"Pass me the sugar," she requested after a while. He gave her a smile and slid the sugar across the table to her. She thanked him, like usual, with a small smile of her own.

"I realized something the other day," Asami said after a while. He took a sip of his tea and looked over at her. She calmly took a bite of her breakfast. "I'm pregnant."

Iroh choked on his tea. He coughed it out before his eyes, sparkling with excitement rose to meet hers. "You're serious?"

She nodded. He smiled and gave the purest, most delighted laugh she had ever heard from him before he jumped to pick her up from her seat and spin her around the room. She couldn't resist laughing with him. Yes. It was the moments that disrupted their usual routine that she truly lived for.

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A/N: Almost there guys. :) In the meantime of waiting for my next and final update of Amethyst, I posted a quick angsty irosami oneshot under the name Gravity. Check it out if you have the time! And, as always, thank you so much for reading!