+Baby Shower+

"I cannot believe you roped me into this," says Azula bitterly, glaring at the women around her. She turns to the ecstatic Ty Lee. "The things I do for love. You owe me on a grandiose scale."

She loathes the fact that she is attending Ty Lee's sister's baby shower. The event type may be popular among the Fire Nation elite but Azula has had the good fortune to avoid ever going to one.

"I'll pay you back. I will."

"Oh, you will," says Azula quite ominously. She glances over at the women fawning over a newborn. They seem to neglect the pregnant lady of the hour in favor of this baby. Azula stares at the little naked mole rat with utter disdain. "Why do people even like those things?"

"What things, princess?" chirps Ty Lee.

"Babies," says Azula, sneering. Ty Lee clamps her hand over her mouth to suppress a giggle.

Finally, she composes herself ass they enter the room and set down their gift on the table. They drew the royal insignia on the wrapping paper, as etiquette dictates.

"You must like have thought about having them. You were Fire Lord for a while."

"I was Fire Lord for five minutes. I was not thinking about having babies with you during those five minutes, of that we both can be certain."

Ty Lee softly and sweetly protests with her expression as innocent as possible, "But you were crown princess."

"Fine. I tried not to think about it. I never even wanted to marry until I learned that women were an option."

Ty Lee kisses Azula. "I didn't really want anybody until I learned you were an option."

"I would rather get the plague than another cheesy comment from you," snaps Azula, rubbing the damp kiss mark off of her cheek.

"Ty Lee! Come hold the baby!" cries out Ty Lee's sister.

Of course, the princess scampers and Azula follows her, not wanting to meet the baby but also not wanting to be left alone with any of the guests.

Ty Lee holds the baby, cooing at it and even letting it suckle on her knuckle. Azula wants to gag.

"Princess, look at me with the baby. Awww… look at me with the baby."

"I am looking," dryly says Azula, a deadpan worthy of Fire Lady Mai. Ty Lee smiles despite her frustration and sets the baby in Azula's arms. "No, no, no, no, I am telling you no and I outrank you and I can destroy your life and you ought to listen."

"Please hold her for a moment while I get us drinks."

"Drinks. Yes. Drinks." Azula looks down at the baby.

And then it takes her hair in its little hand. She takes a deep breath because she refuses to lose her cold reputation as the kind of woman who has babies torn from wailing mothers, not the kind of woman who becomes smitten with those teeny tiny feet. Such adorable, incredible teeny tiny feet.

Ty Lee returns and sets the two drinks down on one of the many decorated tables.

"Do you want me to hold her?"

"Yes. Take it from me. Take it," Azula orders and Ty Lee nods, uncertain why Azula is frantic. She was disgusted earlier, not frantic.

"Okay, please give her to me."

"No."

"What?"

"Please-" And she does not say that word often. "-physically lift this baby from my arms. I don't want to let go of it and you need to make it stop."

"We're gonna get pregnant." Ty Lee dances victoriously as she grabs the baby from Azula and gently holds it.

Azula fiercely glares.

Ty Lee cannot stop smiling for the rest of the party.