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Walking into the room Zuko saw one of the most beautiful and most terrifying scenes in his life. Katara was in the bed, propped up with pillows, holding and cooing at a bundle of red in her arms. She looked a little haggard but had the most amazing smile on her face. She looked up at him with the same smile. "Come meet our son." Our son, she said, his son he thought walking over to the pair.

"He's so tiny."

Her smile turned into a smirk. "He didn't feel that way a few hours ago. You can hold him you know."

"I'll drop him."

"You're not going to drop him. Here, sit next to me if you're so worried."

"I'm not worried but dropping him, well it could somehow effect his future. We talked about this I know. If I ever do something that you disapprove of, or whatever words you used, you'll water whip me into next week."

"And not heal you when I'm done and you'll sleep on the floor."

"The last part will last maybe a da-ow!"

"You don't get to complain about any pain for a long time," she glared at him, still cradling their son in her right arm. She patted the bed next her. "Come on."

He sat next to her, looking at the red bundle in her arm. He was so…breakable. And he looked so safe where he was.

"Here, support his head," she instructed placing the baby in his arms. "I know you looked over some of the scrolls I purposely left lying around about babies."

"Minx." However he tried to imitate the pictures he had. He took a good look at his son for the first time. He had wisps of black hair on his head, his eyes were closed, and his checks were chubbier than Zuko imagined they would be. He could see ten fingers.

"He has ten toes and everything else as well," Katara whispered as Zuko moved to try to unwrap the babe. "You'll see the rest soon enough, but he's quiet now and trying to redress him will probably make him fussy."

He nodded as he brushed his finger on his son's check. The contrast in colors didn't surprise him: his child's skin tone was darker than his but lighter than Katara's. Then his son opened his eyes.

"Hi there, I'm your fa-," for a second Zuko paused considering his choice of words while small blue eyes looked up at him, "dad. I'm your dad. He has your eyes."

Katara placed her head on Zuko's shoulder as she looked down at her son. "He might, he might not."

"They're blue."

"In the Water Tribe most babies have blue eyes. Sometimes they change in the first few months. There were a few with grey eyes and a whole family who had brown ones." She sighed and kissed his check. "Besides, he could still be a firebender. Didn't that guy you brought back from the Boiling Rock with my dad have green eyes?"

"He did and he could firebend."

"See? Nothing to worry about besides a few years of both of us trying to get him to bend our respective elements," she teased.

"He's warm," she looked at him as if asking 'so?' before he continued. "Warmer than either of Sokka and Suki's kids when I held them. I think he could be a firebender."

"You said it yourself, he has blue eyes. He could be a waterbender."

A/N: Thanks to everyone that has reviewed and favorited and added this story to their alerts! To : yes I did mean to change tenses but that was also mostly because I happened to be reading something that was written in the present tense before writing the last part and for some reason present tense sounded better at the time. In addition, this was one of the letters where, after struggling with it, I ended up with two different ideas (one of which popped into my head halfway through this one) so I was thinking of, after getting through the initial 26 redoing some of the letters with other ideas. Thoughts?