Bolin - 23
Wu - 22
Mako - 25
Iroh - 34
Bolin was seven months along.
"Hey, Wu, can I… ask you something?" Bolin asked, tugging on the collar of his maternity shirt.
"Yeah, what's up?" Wu had placed the last dish into the dish rack.
"Would you be willing to be–the baby's godparent?" Bolin cheerfully perked up at the last three words.
Wu's jaw went wide open as if he won the lottery. Wu patted his chest, before he smiled wholeheartedly, flapping his left hand. "Oh! I would be honored!"
Bolin giggled, holding his arms out for Wu; Wu came over and held Bolin his arms, the latter thanking the former as Wu rubbed Bolin's back. Two young men separated, Wu gazing lovingly at Bolin's baby bump, "Oh, I'mma be the best godparent this baby has ever seen!"
Mako then entered through the front door of the house, having come back from his martial arts training. "Hey, what happened?"
"I agreed to be your nephew or niece's godparent!" Wu chimed, clapping his hands like a seal on sugar.
"Hopefully it can kick Iroh's ass," Mako quipped, walking past Bolin, patting his bump along the way.