One Too Many
"Mommy, if we don't like the baby, can we take it back?"
Zuko and Katara turned to look at their four-year-old son, Kurzu.
"It doesn't exactly work like that, hun," Katara said. She was due any day; nine months ago was the time to be asking that question. Besides, four wasn't a bad number.
"The twins cry too much!" Kurzu was making his sad face.
"I thought they were your babies?" Zuko asked, picking up the child.
"Can we take them back, too?"
Katara intervened before Zuko caved. "After this we'll be done, right Zuko?"
Silence.
"Right, Zuko?"
Zuko sighed.
A/N: Once he gets the hang of it, I imagine Zuko would love his steambabies to no end. Even if they do stampede through the palace. Plus I imagine him being a total sucker for some things, and his kids would know how to manipulate him.