Maybe you can love again
By: Jenny Carson
"Well…"
Zuko turned around to look at his wife. Her eyes glazed with tears and… hate? He'd never seen her look at him like that. "Mai."
Sakura cringed at his voice. "I'd never heard his voice so cold before."
"Please Zuko, I'm sorry," Mai begged. He looked away, down at his little princess sitting on her bed confused. He sighed, and then turned back to Mai.
"I can't forgive you." "I'd never heard him sound so defeated."
"You can't or you WON'T!" Mai screamed. "YOU NEVER WANT TO BE HAPPY! I'M SORRY! I DID WHAT MADE ME HAPPY, AND YOU ALWAYS SAID YOU WANT ME TO BE HAPPY! WELL AANG MAKES ME HAPPY!"
"SHUT UP MAI! YOU ONLY CARE ABOUT YOURSELF—" Zuko started.
"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? YOU HAVEN'T TUCHED ME IN TWO MONTHS!"
"MAI, YOU KNOW BETTER! IF YOU WEREN'T HAPPY YOU GET A DIVORSE OR here's a thought TELL ME!" Zuko yelled.
"YOU'RE THE ONE YOU DOESN'T LOVE ME!" Mai yelled.
"OK CORSE I LOVE YOU BUT YOU CHEATED ON ME!" Zuko yelled. "WITH AANG!"
"Did you just say your mom cheated on your dad with my husband?" Katara asked. Sakura nodded up to her aunt. "Um, why don't you sit down and play with your toys while I got talk to Uncle Aang," Katara said putting the little girl on the floor.
Katara walked into her bedroom to see Mai and Aang in a compromising position. The two looked up to see her still standing in the doorway. Katara sighed as she looked over at Aang. She shuck her head, turned around, and walked away.
Katara gently opened a door that revealed a baby's nursery. It had soft yellow walls, cream colored chairs, a rocking chair, a white dresser, and a little white bassinet that held her son. She shooed the nursery maids away and walked over to her young son. She picked up the little boy and just held him for a minute. Then she turned and walked over to the rocker and sat down. "Oh Akio," Katara cried as tears fell down her cheeks.
She looked down to see her own big blue eyes staring up at her, from a tiny body. She pulled her son even closer to her chest. She gently stroked his dark brown hair, her hair. Everything about her son was her, except for his skin, she had his light skin. "Why did he do this to me?" she asked quietly. "Why?" she whispered as tears slid down her face.
Feeling his mommy's distress Akio started to cry. "No, no, don't cry," she said gently bouncing the little boy. She gently put him back in the bassinet.
"You aren't going to get him to stop crying that way," came the voice of the young fire lord. Katara turned to see him leaning in the doorway. She ran over to him and threw her arms around his waist.
"I can't Zuko, I can't be a single mother," she cried. She felt him sigh and wrap his arms around her.
"Katara, I'm so sorry," he said into her hair. "I should have told you."
"I can't, I can't… I can't," she cried, whispering the last bit. Zuko motioned for the maids to look after Akio as he gently lead her to his den.
Sakura
"Aunt Katara, are you—" Sakura stopped, her eyes widened. Her mom and Uncle Aang were under the covers of Uncle Aang and Aunt Katara's bed. She saw their cloths scattered on the floor. "MOM!"
Her mom and Aang jumped apart and pulled the covers over themselves. "Sakura!" her mother yelled in shock.
"LA MAMAN CE QUI EST VOUS EN FAISANT! EST CELA MÊME LE DROIT DE FAIRE AVEC QUELQU'UN, MAIS LE PAPA! LA MAMAN COMMENT VOUS POURRAIT?" Sakura started yelling in French. She turned and ran down the halls.
"DADDY!"
A/N I really liked writing this chapter. Sorry it might be a little off, I got inspired at 2:00am. Same as yesterday, 11 reveiws I update tomorrow, 6 I update Thursday. :D
