Toph had been acting weird.
Very weird.
(For a crazy, blind, earthbender, that is.)
Aang had noticed said weirdness.
Aang noticed everything about Toph. The way she did her hair, the way her eyes gleamed when she was about to smack somebody.
This weirdness was new.
For once, Toph was resigned and quiet.
She ate quietly; she practiced her bending quietly, and would sit on the porch and hum.
She and Aang had lived together for a year now, since the war had ended.
He had never seen her so...un-Tophish.
He tried to kiss her, to make her laugh and violently kiss him back, but after each kiss she would just smile and touch his face and leave the room.
He would wriggle around in their bed, or make comments about how they weren't married yet, to make her mad. Instead she would just politely ask him to stop moving, or tell him that she loved him whether they were married or not.
Finally, he got a rise out of her.
"Toph," he said, "could you pass the pepper? Thanks, baby."
She hated when he called her Baby. She smirked and he saw that familiar gleam.
He felt the Earth shift slightly and thrust the table up.
A cloud of pepper hit him in the face.
Then she promptly ran to the bathroom and threw up.
He apologized and ran around the house looking for medicines and asking her where she was sick.
She laughed in his face and poked his shoulder.
"I'm not sick, Twinkle Toes. Sometimes when I earthbend the baby spazzes out."
Toph rubbed her stomach, which, if you squinted, had swelled.
Aang grinned, happy to hear regular Toph's voice.
Wait. What? Aang's mind raced.
A BABY?
Aang promptly fainted onto the floor.
