Ursa
"Mom? We have something to tell you." My son and his boyfriend looked a little fidgety.
"What is it, dear?" I hoped they weren't still embarrassed about my telling them to get a room the day before. That didn't seem like them, so I doubted that was the reason for their fidgetiness.
"I'm pregnant, Lady Ursa. Mom." Aang corrected himself, remembering that I had told him to call me 'Mom' after I found out he was with my son.
"How did you manage that?"
"The spirits helped." I could tell there was more to it than that, but neither man seemed willing to expand. Great spirits. Getting information out of them was going to be like pulling teeth.
"Do you know if I'm getting a grandson, or granddaughter?"
"No. But I'm having twins, one Firebender, one Airbender. We hope to have more kids, too." Well. I had managed to get Aang to volunteer a little information with that question.
"When are you going to make an honest man out of him, Zuko?" He blinked at me, startled.
"What?"
"When are you two going to get married? Now that you've gotten your lover pregnant, when are planning on making an honest man out of him?"
"We hadn't really thought about it, actually." Aang looked at him, and then smiled nervously at me. Teasing these two was fun. I should do it more often. It would be nice if they got married, though. I would have to make sure there wasn't a law against it, and pursue that subject in the future. Right now, though, I wanted to know more about my future grandchildren.
"We'll come back to that later. Now, what about baby names?" More squirming.
"We haven't really thought about that, either." I sighed.
"What have you two thought about? Besides making up for lost time in your bedroom." Both of them turned bright red, a clear indication of what the answer was. Obviously, they were both looking at this pregnancy the way the average male would.
"I found some pregnancy scrolls in the library. We've been reading those. Aang's not overly thrilled about some of the restrictions, though."
"That's because you are using that scroll as an excuse to treat me like I'm a fragile vase that will break if you look at me funny." I stepped in before they could argue.
"That's normal for expectant fathers, Aang. Ozai was that way, too. It's something every pregnant woman learns to deal with. Zuko, dear, at this stage, Aang's not that delicate. And with his diet, he should be fine nutrient wise, so don't worry."
"Okay, Mom." I knew my son. He would try, he really would, but sooner or later, he'd be right to 'Aang is a delicate flower who must be handled with utmost care.' It's a good thing Aang is so patient. Zuko's overprotective to start with, and with this pregnancy, he was only going to get worse. Aang would have to put up with it, just as most pregnant women did.
"That's one of the joys of pregnancy, Aang. Right up there with morning sickness, and rampaging hormones." Aang smiled and leaned against Zuko. "But look at this way, for the next seven months or so, Zuko will spoil you rotten. When you're really starting to show, you might be able to get him to wait on you hand and foot." I had been able to get Ozai to do that occasionally during my pregnancies. Then his thirst for power had changed him so much.
"Mom, don't tell him that!"
"This is a new experience for Aang. As someone who's been through this twice before, I feel I have an obligation to tell him the perks as well as the unpleasant parts. If you ever have questions, Aang, I want you to come to me."
"Sure thing, Mom." Calling me 'Mom' seemed to be easier for him now.