Katara glared at the Avatar from across the table.
"Aang, stop it," she said through clenched teeth. Aang glanced over and saw her angered face. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"Stop what?" he asked, completely missing what she was worked up about. Katara flicked her eyes in the direction of the moon peach he was eating. Aang looked down at his hand, following her eyes, and immediately understood why she was irritated with him.
"Sorry," he said grinning sheepishly and hiding the moon peach under the table. He'd eat it later. Katara sighed.
"I'm sorry, Aang. It's just torture to watch you eat that when I can't keep anything down except bread and tea," she moaned. Aang smiled warmly at her and touched her hand.
"It'll all be worth it in the end," he reassured her. Katara looked down at her growing stomach and sighed again. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth.
"I know," she replied quietly. There was silence as the two imagined what life would be like with the baby when it came. A pang of worry stabbed at both, but they tried not to show it to the other. Besides, things would be alright if they worked together.
"I think it's a boy." Katara said randomly dragging Aang from his thoughts. Aang blinked twice before grinning.
"You do, do you?" he asked, laughing a little. She nodded. Aang openly laughed now, feeling greater affection for his wife. Her confidence was definitely her most attractive feature. He recovered a few seconds later and replied,
"I think you're right." Katara smiled. She always liked it when Aang agreed with her. Her eyes wandered to where Aang was still holding the moon peach under the table and she stared wistfully at it.
"You really want some don't you?" Aang said grinning a little. Katara pouted and nodded. Aang pulled the peach out and smothered his lips with its juice making Katara drool a little. Then he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Katara pulled away, giggling.
"Aang, that is so disgusting!" she gasped, but she laughed all the same, Aang also laughing. She let out a few more giggles before giving Aang a sideways glance and then pulling him back into a kiss. She made sure she got all the juice off his lips, savoring the taste because this was all she was going to get of it.
"Mmmmmmm," she said letting him go. Aang chuckled.
"Tasty?" he teased. Katara smirked.
"Very." she replied, "And you know what I want next?"
"What?" Aang asked leaning forward. Katara grinned devilishly at him.
"Stewed sea prunes." Aang's jaw dropped.
"No! No way am I eating that for you!" he replied, wrinkling his nose in disgust wishing Katara would crave something else.