Storm:

When Zuko woke up for his usual training, he noticed two things were amiss. One: It was raining, and it wasn't a light rain, it was a complete storm. It was something he hadn't seen since his travels chasing the Avatar. This worried him, because even though it rained in the Fire Nation, it wasn't heavy, long or this much.

The second thing to bother him was that Katara was not in bed with him. Ever since his two children were born, she had been by his side no matter what. It didn't matter if she had gone in the middle of the night to check on her children, or couldn't sleep because of a full moon. When he woke up, she was always there.

His first thought was maybe she had gotten up to check on his son and daughter. But by the loud little footsteps that were running down the hall, he knew that this wasn't the case. A bolt of lightning appeared out his window and a clap of thunder sounded through the palace. There was a scream and the door swung open.

Two children came bolting into the room and hid under the covers. There was giggling and crawling around. Another clap of thunder happened and then there was cowering. Rolling his eyes, he lifted up the covers and blue and gold eyes met his.

"Dad!" Korra yelled.

He smirked and crawled under as well. It seemed both of his children had inherited the rising with the sun aspect. But it was Korra who always stayed up later, and had trouble sleeping during the full moon. He pulled out a fireball and both children giggled.

"Father, tell Korra that the sky isn't broken," Kozu stated. "Tell her that she's being stupid."

"Zuzu! Stupid is a mean word!" Korra shrieked.

Zuko smiled at the old nickname that he was once called. In a blink of an eye, and with the speed only a powerful master could have, he grabbed the tiny little fist that went to hit her brother.

"Korra," he scolded. The next thing he knew she was crying. He moved and pulled her into his arms. There was just something about screaming, yelling, and scolding his little girl that broke his heart. However, Zuko didn't want to be like his father—by giving more attention to the other—nor did he want Korra to grow up and be like Azula. There had to be equal balance somewhere in there.

"Dad, where's Mom?" Kozu finally asked.

Zuko looked into the blue eyes of his son. "I'm not quite sure, son."

The little boy pouted and looked at the fire that Zuko held in his hand. His eyes were drawn to it, and he reached out to touch. As soon as the little boy touched it, the flame went out and there was a scream of pain.

"Kozu?" Zuko whipped the blanket off the three of them and roughly grabbed his son's hand. Expecting it carefully. He didn't want it to scar. "What did I tell you about touching my fire?"

"Don't do it," Korra said proudly. She offered her brother a smile and he just ended up scowling. "Don't do that!" she slapped her brother, which in turn caused Kozu to dive towards his sister. She screamed and scurried behind her father. She was more like her father than her mother, he had gotten his firebending ability; whereas, Kozu inherited waterbending.

Zuko looked down at his daughter, with "the look" all over his face. "Korra," he scolded again. There was another bolt of lightning—this time closer—followed by thunder. She squeaked and buried her head into his back.

Kozu pouted as Zuko finally let go of his hand. "Go and play, I think Uncle Iroh is around here. I'm sure he's got a story to tell," he said, ushering the kids off. As he stood, she held onto his pants. Getting down to his knees, he put both hands on her shoulders. "Korra belle, go and play. As long as I'm here, there storm can never hurt you."

"Promise?" she said, holding out her pinky. Zuko smiled and took her pinky with his larger one.

"Promise."

She gave her father a hug and ran off to look for her favorite uncle. Sighing, Zuko rose to his feet and turned to look around. The storm had probably taken Katara off to the deepest pits of the palace. Thinking back, he tried to remember anything that he could possibly forget. After finally making the choice there was nothing, he grabbed his robe and headed off into the palace. Hoping that Katara was okay.

Zuko sighed in defeat. It was still raining, and he had looked all over the palace in search for Katara. He had run into his uncle a few times, and even saw Mai scowling—probably looking for an excuse to actually be in the palace. But no one he came across had seen the waterbender. His gold eyes looked to the garden. His heart soared. She was safe and unharmed.

He walked towards her and noticed that she was standing there in her blue clothes. Her brown hair was plastered against her back and the side of her head. Her arms rested at her side, and he could hear her shuddering in the cold.

"Katara?" he called out.

She stiffened and stood up taller. His eyes moved down her back, checking out her backside, and noticed that she wasn't wearing her training pants. Her calves weren't huge, but they weren't small either. She remained toned, even after being married for nine years. He took a step forward, one at a time—afraid that maybe the lightning would use him as target practice.

She spun around quickly, her hair spinning around her face. She was glaring at him, and before he could even begin to question her, she launched a water whip at him. He barely had a chance to pull out a fire whip to block. He smiled at his skill, if anyone had asked him to pull out fire in the middle of a storm years ago, he would have snapped at them.

"What did I do this time?"

She didn't answer but continued with her onslaught—a double water whip followed by her icicles. He rolled out of the way and looked up. Tears were rolling down her face, and she had her hands out stretched.

"Katara, I swear, next time I'll—"

"Why do you think it's always about you?" she called out angrily. "Ever since I've married you, it's always about you and your country. What about me and my country?" she shouted.

"What is bringing this up all of the sudden?" he asked. "You've seemed to be happy for the last ten years."

She growled and pulled the water around her—stopping the rain around them. With a loud cry she shot the rain—now in the form of ice—at him. His eyes widened and he pulled up a fire shield. The ice melted and he ran towards her. But she was just as quick to retort. With a twist of her wrist, the water wrapped around Zuko's ankle and pulled him towards her.

"This is all your fault!" she shouted.

Zuko raised an eyebrow. She then spread out her arms and he was afraid for his life for the first time. She turned the rain into ice for the third time and brought her arms down. He flinched and closed his eyes. He heard the ice hit the ground and he opened his good eye. The ice had barely missed his flesh. For once, he was thankful that Katara truly did love him.

"Katara?" he asked again. "What is going on?"

She glared at him for a second. She finally let out a scream—that echoed through the garden along with a clap of thunder. "I'm pregnant! And it's all your fault!" She turned around and folded her arms under her breasts.

Zuko's face lit up and he sat up, knowing that the worst was over. She remained to look angry with him, but if he were anyone else, he'd be cowering in his boots. A smile crossed his face and he rose to his feet. Carefully, as not to disturb her, he moved forward. The look didn't change as he picked her up.

"This is good news!" he said. He kissed her nose. He took her hands into his and kissed them. Looking up, he saw she was still upset. "What's the matter?"

The rain slowly stopped. There wasn't any sun, but it was better than the storm that had gotten them both soaked to the bone. Her blue eyes were filled with hurt and betrayal. She had been out here for hours, crying and here she was only pregnant. It wasn't as if she was dying.

"I don't want to be," she said stubbornly.

A smile crossed his face and he started to laugh. She snatched her hands away from him and held them to her chest. "Katara," he managed to choke out.

"It's not funny!" she scolded him.

He put his hand up, trying to regain some composure, but not wanting her to continue on. But he couldn't help it. This was the funniest thing he had heard since Sokka's joke about the two benders and the bar (and normally Sokka's jokes were horrible). Zuko let out a snort and he lifted his head up to see a small smile cross his wife's face. It was very small, almost like a twitch, but it was still there.

"You smiled," he pointed out.

"Because you snorted!" she snapped. "I'm serious, Zuko. You went back on your promise to me."

"What promise?"

"That we wouldn't have another child!" He laughed again, this time louder and harder. His face was going a little bit red, with the lack of oxygen to his brain. "Stop laughing at me! I'm mad at you!"

"I know." He took in a couple deep breaths and wiped away the tears that were falling from his eyes. Katara somehow had separated them again, and she was now by the turtle-duck pond. He closed the gap and pulled her once again into his arms. "Katara, is this what all this was about? Because we have decided to—"

"Don't even begin to blame this one me!" she snapped. "This is all your fault! You and your male parts!"

"It takes two to tango," he told her. He kissed her mouth, and whispered, "I don't care if you get fat or if you have six more children. I'm still going to love you."

"Are you calling me fat!"

Zuko pushed her at arms length. "How far are you?" he finally asked.

"Four months," she answered.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Why didn't you notice?"

"I'm a man! I just don't notice these things. You have to tell me!" he said in his defense. Shaking his head, the water flew in every direction, and Katara just bended it away. Moving her hand over her body, she bended the water out of her clothes.

Finally, she stood up on her toes and kissed his mouth. The storm had finally passed. And he picked her up and spun her around. Even though he was twenty-eight years old, he felt like he had just married this girl. He knew that he'd love her throughout all times, through thick and thin, through sunshine and stormy weather.

"It's a good thing I love you then," she said.

"And why is that?"

"Because you'd be married to Mai, other wise," Katara laughed. She kissed him, and dragged him into the palace. "However, I'll let you come up with something to tell Korra and Kozu. And possibly Sokka."

"Why me?"

"Because you love me, remember?" she reminded. "And I still love you."

K15: I'm happy to announce that I ended Zutara week, like I started it.

Sokka: Late.

Iroh: You know, that kind of makes me sad.

Sokka: I'm not.

Me: I've decided I like getting challenge type of things. I'm up to anything. Yup. Anyway, thank you for putting up with my fanfic during with long week. If you like my work, I have a couple Zutara fics that you're welcomed to check that out. Thanks for all the reviews. Later. K15

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: the Last Airbender—or anything you recognized at all during this fic.