So, my friend had a baby on Friday!! this is what partically inspired me!! I hope you guys like it because it's going to be the last one for a while. I'm getting my wisdom teeth taken out tomrrow and i won't be human for a few days...
Disclaimer: I own nothing...but the ideas.
"I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old."
by William Shakespeare
#35. Hold My Hand
The sun was rising silently in the East when Zuko was finally allowed to see his wife. Finally after pacing and waiting for half a day and the rest of the night. He passed through the double doors quietly, nodding to both of the maids that excused themselves from his presence. On the far side of the room, he could make out Katara's still form. She suddenly sat up as she saw him, running a hand through her messy curls that cascaded down her slim shoulders. "It's you..." she murmured softly as he sat next to her.
"Of course it's me..." he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "You're all right?" He wanted to know as he examined her face, but all he found there was a proud yet tired relief. "And the baby?"
Katara reached over to the crib beside the bed. She scooped up the tiny sleeping bundle who was only a little more than a foot in length. A little tuft of black hair erupted from the top of the blankets. "Meet your daughter." Katara pulled back a little of the blanket to reveal a minute brown face and a tiny hand pressed against her little chest.
Zuko reached over and pulled the blanket back a little and her eyes opened, revealing a pair of bright blue eyes that matched Katara's. "She's so small." He whispered softly as not to scare the child.
Katara nodded. "She is, but she's two weeks early, so, it's to be expected. You want to hold her?"
"I don't know..."
"Oh, come on Zuko, she's your daughter, you'll have to hold her eventually," Katara rolled her eyes as she motioned for him to hold his arms out. He did as he was ordered and Katara eased the baby into the crook of his arm. "There, now support her back with your other hand..."
Zuko did so and smiled more to himself than one else. He looked down at the baby and she had squirmed a little when her mother had handed her off, but now she was quiet. She was watching him with her tiny brow furrowed, in confusion he imagined. After the last few hours being handled and held by women...no wonder she was confused.
He'd never really been around children. The closest he'd come was that boy in the Earth Kingdom, Lee. But that boy was at least eight or nine, this was his daughter...his...he looked over at Katara, who was watching them both with a wide, sleepy smile...this little girl was theirs.This was completely different. He couldn't mess it up, he couldn't run or hide. This was his daughter...What if...Katara decided it had been a mistake? What if his daughter hated him? There was no way he could live with himself if that were to happen.
The baby worked her arm free of its swaddling and instantly, Zuko pressed one fingertip to the palm of her hand. There were no hesitations at all as her entire hand enclosed over his
finger. She looked up at him, her mouth making an "O". And quite suddenly, with the little bundle of warmth pressing against his chest, that everything was going to be all right.
"She needs a name." Zuko said quietly to Katara. He looked over to see his wife fast asleep. So, instead, Zuko looked down at his daughter. "How about 'Sora'?" He asked her. She was going to have to live with the name, he thought. It was only fair to get her input.
The baby only yawned and closed her eyes. Still she kept a hold on her father's finger. Zuko smiled and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Sora, it is."
Here are the next few themes:
#36. Percious Treasure
#37. Eyes
#38. Abandoned
#39. Dreams
#40. Rated (anybody know what this means??)
#41. Teamwork
#42. Standing Still
#43. Dying
#44. Two Roads
#45. Illusion