A couple of days passed, and soon enough, the young family was home at their cottage-type home. It was autumn and they were in the Fire Nation, so it was still a bit warm, but the weather had been kind to them. Sania held her baby close as Konah unlocked the door. The familiar smells of home flooded the air as they went inside.

"Are you hungry, dear?" he asked, helping her sit on the rather old couch in the sitting room.

"Starving."

"What would you like? I'll make anything you want."

"Whatever we have, just feed me, please."

Konah smirked. For months his wife had been craving the oddest things, and if she didn't get them immediately, things could get ugly. It'd be much easier making meals now.

He went into the kitchen and retrieved a pan from a cupboard. He set it on the stove as three loud knocks sounded from the front door. He rushed over and opened the door. Three tall men bowed before him. He bowed back Air Nomad style, glad to have practiced as many times as he had.

"Good morning," one of the men greeted.

"Good morning," Konah replied, "What can I do for you?"

"We bring grave news from the Fire Nation. Avatar Roku has passed."

He frowned profusely, "That's terrible! When did he die?"

"A few days ago."

Konah blinked and glanced back at his son, then shook his head slowly, "That's terrible. Thank you for the news."

"You're very welcome, sir. Best wishes and may the Spirits watch over you."

"Same to you."

He shut the door nervously as the men left. He turned around and looked at Sania. She had a death grip on Aang, her fingers clutching the blankets around him so tightly that her knuckles were white.

"Oh, no, not again," Konah whispered. He sat beside her and kissed her head. "It's alright, Sania. Everything is fine."

"Y-You don't think..."

"No. Everything's alright. I promise."

She sighed and stared into his eyes, "Alright... If you say so."

He leaned in and lovingly kissed her, and she returned the favor. He pulled back and stroked her cheek.

"What would you like to do?"

"Sleep," she answered with a yawn.

"Alright." He took Aang from her arms and held him close. "Sleep well."

Konah took Aang out into the front yard and sat in the grass. The sun was hidden behind thick clouds, barely visible. He watched the baby's eyes open and stare up at him.

"Hi there, Aang."

Aang made no sound. Konah looked up at the sky.

"Your mama's just a little... afraid. She gets afraid a lot, she can't help it," he was talking mostly to himself, knowing that Aang couldn't understand him. "No matter what she does, she loves you, though. Don't forget that."

He breathed a sigh and stared off into the distance as the wind rustled his yellow robes. He was glad to have finally found some that fit without getting caught. Fire Nation men were built different than Air Nomad men...

/ I'm sorry these chapters are so short! I promise they'll get longer... eventually.