Disclaimer: I wish A:TLA belonged to me.

It had been two weeks since Katara had woken up to her living nightmare. Toph and Sukki had to leave the day after she had woken up. But Sokka had stayed for a bit, to make sure she was ok. She wasn't. How could she be if she was married to Zuko?

She was heavily guarded by the palace guards. And despite Sokka's insistence that they were really looking out for her, Katara couldn't help but feel like a prisoner. At least, she didn't have to share her bed with Zuko. She would have tried to flee. Except she had a daughter.

There was no denying Kya was hers. Even with Zuko's hair and strong nose mixed in, she was undeniably her daughter, too. So Katara had Kya with her every night since her accident. And Zuko didn't try to yank her away. But Katara could tell Kya was missing her father.

Over the past two weeks, Katara noticed Kya was usually well behaved and enjoyed her company. But her daughter adored Zuko to no end. And Katara was told the feeling was mutual, but it was hard to believe.

So with a little nudge from Sokka before his departure, Katara had decided to maybe go back to what was supposedly her own bed. Even though that was also her enemy's bed. The thought of it made her sick. Or angry. She wasn't sure which one it was. She sometimes wondered if all this was a ploy to use her to get to Aang? Except Aang was safe. So was everyone else. Plus Zuko was no longer the banished Fire Nation prince. So there was really no reason to think that. And, besides, she was doing this for Kya.

She knew she wouldn't have been able to sleep there if she saw Zuko in there first. So Katara had gone to bed earlier and busied herself with Kya. Otherwise she would have duck-chickened out or been riddled with nerves.

After a while, Zuko entered the room.

"Aaaaaahhh!" Kya's excitement was hard to miss. Even Katara had to smile at it.

Zuko just chuckled and moved towards a screen.

Katara looked away as she realized her enemy was changing his clothes for bed. Even with the screen there, she felt uncomfortable. She certainly did not think she'd ever be in the same room as the Fire Prince when he was changing his clothes.

When Katara felt the large bed dip on the other end, she turned around and saw Zuko laying face-up in bed in just a pair of plain pants. It certainly didn't fit the idea of the spoiled prince she thought Zuko might have been. Though he did travel the world in less-than-luxurious circumstances, and he did spend some time in the lower ring of Ba Sing Se.

Kya sprang out of Katara's arms and crawled over to Zuko. She shrieked happily again. Despite Kya's excited greeting, Zuko just lay there with his eyes closed. She hit Zuko, probably to grab his attention, but he didn't move. So she tried again. Katara stayed alert. Zuko wouldn't hurt his own daughter, right? But he was the crown prince of the Fire Nation - no, the Fire Lord. Kya just kept hitting his arm as he fell asleep.

Zuko abruptly turned over and lunged at Kya. Katara was about to counter attack, but realized he was tickling Kya. As Kya giggled with delight, Katara realized this was their thing. And, suddenly, she hated not remembering her life here. Not knowing what her own daughter liked. Worse yet, her enemy did know what her daughter liked and disliked.

Zuko turned on his back while lifting Kya into the air. She clapped and shrieked some more. Katara couldn't help but smile at her daughter's joy, which only increased as Zuko kept bringing her towards his face then lifting her. Eventually, he sat her on his stomach. Kya then ran her hands along a large, star-shaped scar. How many scars does he have? Did he get that the same time as the one on his face? Kya then started tapping the scar on his chest.

"You're getting stronger everyday, Kya." Zuko's raspy voice was laced with pride.

Kya rested her head on his chest and stretched her tiny arms across his torso in a Kya-sized hug. "Ba ba ba ba ba ba."

Zuko chuckled in response. "I missed you too, my little dragon." He gently rubbed her back as she lay there.

It was hard to believe this was the same Zuko who had chased Katara and her friends around the world. The very same Zuko that had betrayed her after she had tried to help him. The Zuko that would always be her enemy…yet, here he was. His quiet tenderness was a huge contrast to the loud passion she associated with him…

Then Kya looked at her with her arm outstretched toward her. "Ma ma ma ma ma?" Katara placed her finger in Kya's hand. And for the time being, Katara just sat there as Kya fell asleep on Zuko while holding onto her finger. It wasn't until after Kya was completely asleep that Katara noticed Zuko was staring at her.

Not knowing what to do, Katara decided a quick "good night" was safe and closed her eyes, pretending to fall asleep.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. So, this was originally supposed to a few short chapters...but, I guess the story became a little longer than I had intended. Let's see where this goes. I know the chapters are pretty short so far, but -trust me- some of them will much longer. Anyway I hope you like it so far. As usual, reviews are much appreciated (especially if you have some constructive tips for writing). :)