Author's Notes: I seem to be on a baby boom (har, pun) lately, but what can I say? I like the idea. XD

Information you should know: Oma is around 10-ish, and that would make Toph 31 and Sokka 34. And yes, I figured this all out. I even know the name of baby #2 (will most likely end up writing a fic about him, too). And for those who were able to put two and two together, this oneshot and Secret coincide (meaning: Oma is the "surprise" that Mayyali was so eager to share).

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Alisa

Just Him and Her

Kiss

"Mom?"

Oma stepped into the kitchen, blue eyes wide, almost anxious, as she sought out the short and very pregnant form of her mother. She spotted her mother's protruding belly sticking out from behind the counter and Oma took a step in the woman's direction.

"Mom?" she said again. "Can I ask you a question?"

There was a flash of gesturing chopsticks as a voice floated, "Sure, kiddo. Have a seat."

Oma stepped around the counter to find her mother leaning against the cupboard door, a bowl of noodles balancing precariously on her round stomach and a pair of chopsticks in her hand, her legs splayed out in front of her. She motioned with her unoccupied hand to the space next to her and Oma scrambled to sit.

"So," her mother said, dipping her chopsticks in to the bowl and fishing out some noodles, "what's on your mind, Oma?"

Oma watched as her mother slurped the noodles up and then wiped her lips on the back of her hand. The young girl shifted for a moment, tucking her legs underneath her body, then asked frankly, "What was your first kiss like?"

Her mother ate another bite of noodles painfully slowly, then smirked at Oma. "Why?" she asked, eyebrows raised at her daughter. "Thinking of trying it out for yourself?"

"No!" Oma cried, far too soon and far too loudly.

Her mother's smirk widened. "I can tell your lying," she sang, nodding to the girl and patting the Earth underneath them.

Oma gave a huff of indignance and folded her arms across her chest; her mother responded by taking another bite of her noodles.

"Fine," Oma finally admitted in a tiny voice, and her mother smiled through her noodles. "There's this boy, Li…"

"And you like him," her mother prodded.

Oma shrugged indifferently. Her mother just drained the rest of her noodles into her mouth, dropped the chopsticks in the empty bowl, which was relocated to the floor, and rubbed her belly. Then she closed her eyes and sighed.

"I was fifteen," she said, her hands still rubbing rhythmically over her belly, and Oma jumped to attention as her mother began her tale. "We had just gotten to Omashu and we were planning on staying with King Bumi for a few weeks. I had been really excited to see him—from what Uncle Aang had said, he was an amazing Earthbender. So we met him and I showed off a bit and after dinner we all went to bed. Except for daddy, though—he went back outside."

"And you went with him, didn't you?" asked Oma, her eyes bright with adoration as she watched her mother smile.

"Not with him, really," her mother clarified with a sheepish grin. "I sorta followed him. He sat outside on the terrace and I just happened to find the same terrace to sit on."

Oma giggled appreciatively and asked breathlessly, "Then what happened?"

Her mother's eyes slipped shut as she thought. "Well, I asked him what he was doing outside when he could be inside, watching Aang and Katara play a riveting game of Pai Sho. And he told me he was watching the moon. So we just sat together for a while."

"But when did you kiss?" intoned Oma impatiently.

"I'm getting there," her mother scolded with a wave of her hand. "I'm just trying to set up the mood."

"Then what was the mood like?" Oma quickly remedied.

"It was warm," her mother said, "and dry. It was getting late, and the city was going to sleep—I remember feeling it fall asleep under my feet. And I just sort of got this feeling that if I was ever gonna do something really stupid, well, it would be the perfect time. So I just—leaned over and kissed daddy."

There was an awe-filled gasp from Oma. "What was it like?" she whispered, breathless, wide blue eyes locked on her mother's face in amazement.

A bashful grin slipped over her mother's face and she gave a little chuckle. "It was—well, I missed."

"You missed?" gaped her daughter.

She shrugged with a smile. "I wasn't intending to hit his ear, that's for sure."

Oma gave a bout of delighted laughter. "What did daddy do?"

"Asked me what I was doing," she admitted. "I was mortified, but I could feel his heartbeat going crazy and I figured that was a good thing, so I tried it again."

"Did you miss that time?" inquired Oma, obvious humor lining her voice.

"Nope. I was dead on," she said proudly. "He had no idea what hit him."

Oma giggled brightly. "What did daddy do then?"

"He kissed me back, of course!" her mother exclaimed. Then she added in a whisper, "He even held my hand."

Oma sighed, chin resting in her palms. "That's so romantic," she murmured. "Did you know you were in love?"

She patted her daughter's hand. "Kiddo, I always knew I was in love with your daddy."

Oma's lips twisted thoughtfully to the side. "D'you think Li will ever notice me?" she asked her mother, who chuckled.

"Oma, it took daddy three years to really like me, and even then I had to be the one to start it. Give Li some time and see what happens. Besides," she added, mock stern, "you're too young to be kissing boys!"

Oma gave an exaggerated groan. "Mom!"

Her mother laughed and ruffled Oma's hair. "Get outta here, kid. Go find some mud to roll around in or somethin'. Maybe Li'll like that."

Oma giggled and planted a kiss on her mother's cheek. "Thanks, Mommy," she said, and bolted out of the room. "Oh, hi, Daddy!"

"Hey, Oma—where ya goin'?"

"To roll around in the mud—Mommy told me to!"

Sokka chuckled as he walked into the kitchen. "Where're you hiding?" he asked, and an arm waved to him from behind the counter. He found his very pregnant wife lying on the ground, frowned, then hoisted her up by the armpits.

"Thanks, Snoozles," Toph said, and with much difficulty and much rearranging, managed to wrap an arm around her husband's chest.

Sokka pulled her closer and she rested her head against his shoulder. "What were you and Oma talking about?" he asked, rubbing his hand across her stomach almost unconsciously.

Toph pushed her face deeper into his shoulder; her voice came out muffled when she said, "Our first kiss."

There was silence for a moment, then Sokka snorted.

Toph grinned. "Shut up. It's not my fault your ears are so big."

FIN.