Okay this is a short chapter. Hope you like it. Mild cussing


Katara sighed as she sat in the cerminonial chair. She leaned back. She was so tired. Zuko caught his wife's sigh and walked over to stand beside her. He stood with his hands folded behind her back. He looked around the floor below them as the guest milled about.

"If you need to rest..." He said without taking his eyes from their guests.

"I'm fine, love. Have the guests of honor showed up yet?" She smiled looking up at her husband. His face darkened as his ever so famous scowl took it's place.

"No but they had better. They get this from you y'know." She frowned and looked at him as he glanced down at her with a quick smile.

"Mami! Papi!" A little shrill voice rose above the crowd. Zuko smiled, well sort of, as a small three year old boy ran up, his royal clothes covered in mud. The boy made a spiderman leap right into his father's arms. Zuko scoffed and held the small child out infront of him so that the mud didn't transfer.

"Srio, you were playing in the stables again weren't you?" Srio smiled and with that ever so innocent look in his golden eyes. Katara sighed and pushed herself up taking the child from his father.

"Where is Tuzo? He was supposed to be watching him!" Zuko squinted his eyes then turned and looked over the guests. Katara shook her head and headed off. She had to be blessed with three boys and only one girl. Tuzo was the middle child. The second born, well after the twins. Since his elder siblings had been blessed, and cursed so Tuzo came out completely normal. Completely. Her had his father's gold eyes, black hair, light skin, but no ability to bend what so ever. So rightfully he was the one that was resentful. Fourteen years old and having a darkness beyond his years. Like any typical teenager.

Srio was the baby, and the apple of his father's eye. In Zuko's eyes the baby of the family could do no wrong. If Srio wanted something, he would get it or start throwing a fit. If the fit didn't work, daddy would thrown fire, then he would get it.

Zuko scanned the crowd and saw one of his son's in the far corner. He walked down the stepps onto the floor walking across to Tuzo. The boy didn't see his father standing behind him, but the girl he was talking to did and quickly turned and walked off. Tuzo turned around, and in an instant his father was dragging him by his ear out of site of the guests.

"Ow ow ow ow." Zuko stopped and turned to his son, putting his hands on his hips.

"Just exactly what were you doing?"

"I was talking with the guests." Zuko growled. Surely he wasn't ever that much of a smart ass when he was a teenager.

"You were supposed to be watching Srio. Weren't you?" Tuzo looked to the ground.

"You know he doesn't listen."

"Well now your mother, who is seven months along, has to change him because he got into the stables. You go and help your mother and appologize right now, mister." Zuko said crossing his arms. Tuzo nodded and walked off to find his mother.

"Lord Zuko." Zuko turned around and looked at Sokka.

"I know you weren't just getting after my nephew." Zuko frowned.

"He's my son, and I will discipline him how I see fit."

"Oh you mean how your father diciplined you?" Zuko balled his fists. Oh if he hadn't been an in law, and if his wife hadn't been pregnant, and if a war wouldn't have started he would have definately started throwing fire.

"UNCLE SOKKA!" Both men turned and looked as Zana came up to them. Kiroh regally behind her. Zuko crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. Zana caught her father's glare and put on her best puppy dog eyes.

"I'm sorry daddy. We were only trying to mentally prepare ourselves for this wonderful blessing that you so graciously bestowed upon us." Kiroh looked up at the ceiling. Ever heard of a Daddy's Girl? Well she was the definition. She could talk him into anything. It was almost as bad as Srio. Almost. Anyway you look at it, it worked.

"Just go and mingle with your guests they have been waiting, and take Mr. Warrior here with you." Sokka started to argue but Zana grabbed his arm and lead him off her mouth running ninety miles an hour about god knows what. Kiroh caught his fathers galre.

"Yes, my lord?"

"You have a big responsibility. I know you can handle it, but you keep your sister on the straight and narrow. She doesn't know this yet, but starting tomorrow the two of you will begin hosting suitors. You two are of marrying age." Kiroh nodded his head. He was the more professional of the two. He started to walk away but felt a tug at the back of his head.

"Oh and son? When are you going to cut off your hair?" Kiroh rolled his eyes and turned around looking his father in the eyes.

"I've already told you that I'm not going to." Zuko shook his head.

"You will, no woman would have you with hair down to the middle of your back. Besides that point, you look so much like your mother that you almost look feminine." Kiroh squinted his discolored eyes.

"I am old enough to get married, but not old enough to make my own decision about my hair?" Zuko stared at him. Kiroh was way to much like his mother. Zuko shook his head and patted his son's back.

"Will discuss this more later, you have guests to entertain."


There you. I guessKirohowesZana ten copper. Oh and cookies to the first person who can guess where I got there names.