Okay, so I have too much fun writing about their kids. -laughs-

So I have to write more! This will be a mini-series, within this series. Probably around 3 chapters. Don't worry. There will be no angst. :D Just fluff and humor!

1 of 3(or more?)

"Are you excited, Koda?"

The prince of the Fire Nation shrugged, pulling at his fancy new clothes that felt super stiff on his seven year old body.

"I dunno, but I hate these clothes, dad."

Complaining with a whine, he looked up at his father and blinked hopeful eyes. Sighing and giving his own shrug, his wife walked into the room with holding their daughter on her hip.

"Koda don't pick at your clothes like that. That means you too, Zuko."

Father and son looked up, guilty, before giving a small grunt. Like father like son.

"Cheer up, Koda! It's your birthday and you'll be eight today."

Katara passed her daughter to her husband, bending down to cup her sons face. Stroking his cheeks with a dark thumb on his pale skin, she smiled. Koda gave a small smile back, as his mother patted his head. Without another moment she gave a playful growl before tickling him in the ribs, her son bursting out into a fit of giggles.

Zuko smiled at this.

The Fire Lord looked down at the little girl in his arms, stroking the dark hair out of her eyes. The small four year old smiled back at him, but quickly her father frowned.

"What happened to the dress I bought her? The blue and golden one?"

Katara stopped her tickling, frowning up at her husband.

"She burned it. She's becoming quite the little firebender. Third set of clothes she burned this week."

Zuko's frown flipped, turning into a wide smile. "Aren't you, something!?" He teased his daughter as she giggled and hid her head in his chest as he tickled her sides.

Koda, looked down at his own stiff clothes, which he hated with a passion, and came with an idea.

"Does that mean...I can freeze my clothes?"

Katara narrowed her eyes at her water bending son, her icy blue eyes heating up his golden ones. Koda slightly whimpered, knowing that getting his mother mad was like messing with a hurricane. A powerful, angry, suicidal hurricane.

"Do that and I'll freeze your butt to your room for two months."

Nodding his head with wide eyes, she walked out the room mentioning something about how she needed to get her hair ready for the guests.

Koda looked up at his father, with frightened eyes, not bothering to tug at the collar that was itching his neck.

"Uh...dad? Was she always this scary?"

"Yeah. Pretty much. But you know we are equals now, both in fighting and in this house hold. So there is nothing to be afraid of for me."

A moment of silence passed by before his son spoke once more.

"I thought she beat you in a sparring match just the other week...and the week before that, and the week before that, and wait. I don't even remember you beating her...ever...before..."

"...Don't rub it in."