Hey everyone! This is the epilogue, which takes place way after the events of the story, after Ling masters airbending, reconnects with her old family, finally meets Master Katara, etc. I'm pretty sure this is it for the story. Thanks to everyone for reading, favoriting, following, and reviewing this story! You're the best.

"Hey, Ling, I got the moon peaches you asked-"

"Bolin! Over here!" Ling called, her voice strained. She was leaning against the dining table in the next room, breathing heavily. Bolin rushed over, frantically asking, "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay!" she snapped. "The baby's coming, and it's coming soon."

"Oh no, oh no," Bolin said in a panicked voice. "I thought we had another week or two before this,"

"Please, just find Pema!" Ling begged. Bolin helped her walk to the couch, and rushed off, yelling, "Pema!" at the top of his lungs. It made his wife smile a bit, knowing that her husband cared so much about her and the new baby.

Minutes later, Pema arrived, along with a few Acolyte women. They were quick in helping Ling to her bed and shooing Bolin out of the way, since his vocal concern for his wife was distracting the women.

Bolin decided to alert the rest of the island to what was going on, in order to find someone to share his panic with. Running around, he bumped into Korra, who had been staying at the island in order to help Ling before the baby was born.

"Korra, Ling's in labor, and they won't let me in the room, and I don't know if that's a great idea or a bad one," he said, out of breath. "I just want her and the baby to be alright."

Korra motioned for the harried man to sit on a bench next to them. "Hey, calm down," she said. "Pema and the other women have delivered babies before, and they've all turned out fine. And Ling's been healthy throughout the whole thing, so there's nothing to worry about."

Bolin opened his mouth to protest. "But the baby wasn't supposed to come now-"

Korra shrugged. "Babies come when they come. I don't make the rules. That's why I'm trying not to freak out myself." As soon as those words left her mouth, Korra regretted them. She turned towards Bolin, who, after a moment, put the pieces together. "Wait, you-"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I only figured it out last night, and I told Mako this morning. We were going to wait a while until announcing it- because me being the Avatar equals it being just as much of a spectacle as Ling's pregnancy, except that this kid won't be an Airbender. Hey, you never know," Korra began. "Mako's got earthbender blood in him, too, so it could end up bending water, earth, fire or nothing. Frankly, I'd be happy with any of those options."

"Hey, maybe my kid will be a fire bender. Won't that surprise everyone. But I'm rooting for Korra Junior to be an Earthbender, since I'm technically not allowed to do that with my own kid. I really do hope it's an airbender, since everyone's expecting that. But anyway, I'm really happy for you and Mako. Especially if it ends up being an earthbender like Uncle Bolin."

Korra playfully elbowed him. "Hey, speaking of being pregnant, you better go check up on Ling and see if she still is."

"Right!" Bolin said, jumping up and beginning to run. "Thanks, Korra!"

Bolin entered the small house he and Ling lived in ever since their marriage a year and a half ago, and quietly knocked on the bedroom door. Pema opened the door, and asked, "Are you calm enough now?"

"Yeah, yeah, Korra helped me with my nerves. Has the baby come yet?"

She shook her head. "No, but we've made progress. Come in."

Walking into the room, Bolin saw Ling's face light up when her eyes fell on him. "Bo!" she called him over. "I'm glad you're here. Pema has gotten tired of me squeezing her hand."

"Great," he said. "Can't wait to have you cut off circulation in my hand."

"Well, I can't wait to push an entire human being out of my body!" Ling retorted, and a moment later another contraction hit, causing her to groan in pain. Bolin grimaced along with her. It was hard for him to see her in this much agony.

After many more contractions, cries of anguish from Ling (and from Bolin when she gripped his hand extremely tightly), it was almost time for the baby to come. With the other women's instruction, Ling began to push, and a minute later Pema said, "It's a boy!"

Ling's head fell backward onto the pillow in relief that her labor was over, and she began to tear up. She wasn't alone; her husband was wiping his eyes, in awe of the fact that their child was here.

"So you're sure about the name we picked out?" Bolin asked Ling as Pema handed her the baby.

She nodded. "I like it. It's a good fit for him, too."

"Okay," Bolin nodded, and looked towards the baby that Ling had handed over to him. "Hey, little Taro. I'm your dad."

"You know what?" Ling said with a weary smile. "I'm pretty sure today is five years to the day since we met."

"Huh, would you look at that," her husband said, turning towards the newborn in his arms. "You, little guy, have impeccable timing."

"Think he'll be an airbender?" Ling asked softly. She was beginning to drift off, exhausted by labor.

"I guess we'll just have to wait to find out," Bolin told her, but her eyes were already closed. He smiled, and held his son closely to his body.

"Honestly, I'll be happy whether or not you're an airbender," he whispered. "But don't tell anyone that!"

Pema heard him, and smiled. It was not a secret that she had hoped for a non-bending child, a wish that was met by five airbending children.

Taro opened his small eyes and squinted at his father, who smiled back. Inwardly, the man was feeling a mixture of excitement and exhaustion- he could only imagine how his wife had been feeling before she dozed off. All he knew was that, no matter what Taro ended up bending (if he could bend at all), no matter who he grew up to be, Ling and Bolin would love him every step of the way. Even though he could not imagine ever feeling happier than he was in that moment, Bolin knew that, with their family, there was nowhere for them to go but up.