A/N: More Borra Babies! There can never be enough. Also, this is the sequel to Accusation.

Rated: K

Day 9 - Flame

The thin cry of the infant ignited a blaze of motherly instinct within Korra. Even though she was exhausted, she sat up straighter and tried to glimpse the new life that she had birthed mere seconds ago. It was suddenly the most important thing in the world, to see her baby and to hold it in her arms.

"Give her to me," she panted breathlessly as she feebly gestured for her newborn daughter. "Let me see her."

The healer handed over the infant, who was still draped in the towel they'd used to clean her off, and Korra cradled her daughter against her chest. "Bo!" she shouted. "Bo, look at her!" Korra stared down at her wailing child, transfixed by the ten little fingers and toes. Korra let out a choked laugh. "She's got your nose," she said, pressing a kiss to the tip of the little button nose that had been inherited from her father.

"Bo?" Korra called, glancing around for her husband when she realized he'd been silent for a long time, and was not cooing with her over their daughter as she'd expected.

She spotted him with his forehead pressed up against the far wall, hiding his face in his hands. His hulking shoulders quaked as he silently cried, and Korra struggled to gulp down the sob lodged in her throat. He was an awful crier, and cried easily, but this was different. She'd never seen him so overwhelmed by emotions before. "Bo," she said softly. "You haven't even seen her yet. Come look at her. She's beautiful!"

Bolin rigorously scrubbed at his flushed, tear-streaked face and approached his wife's side. His eyes watered anew when he saw the dark head of hair cradled against his wife's chest. "C-can I h-hold herrrr?" he sobbed.

Korra laughed, nodding as she maneuvered the baby into his arms. "She's all yours, daddy."

Bolin's eyes squeezed shut to keep from dripping all over his daughter's face. He couldn't see her anyway with his eyes brimming with happy tears. But the little baby squirmed in his arms, and he knew his life would never be the same. "Korrrrraaaa… sh-she's heerrrrree!" he bawled.

Korra's eyes overflowed with tears as she witnessed Bolin cradling their daughter. "I know," she sobbed. Bolin heard Korra's strangled voice and leaned closer, letting her wrap her arms around him.

"I love you so much," he whispered, bumping his lips against her forehead, her nose, her cheek, before finding her lips. Korra fisted his shirt as his mouth moved over hers.

One of the healers had moved a chair next to Korra's bedside, and Bolin finally sat, transferring the baby back into Korra's arms.

Korra kissed the dark, downy hair on her daughter's head, and smiled when the baby nestled against her without crying.

"She already loves her mama," Bolin said, stroking Korra's face.

Korra laced her fingers through his and felt a simple and complete happiness warm her heart.