Peace
Sokka had to resist the urge to laugh (Toph didn't, he obviously heard) as he watched Aang sprint across the courtyard at a speed that had plants flying out from their pots.
At the moment, they were staying at the Fire Nation palace for their annual, yearly reunion celebration for the defeat of Ozai and the restoration of balance in the world. While it was a quiet day and they were taking some time to relax in the sun and drink some tea, it seemed that the Avatar's job was never done.
Yet while he had to before calm a vicious world torn from war, he now had to calm his pregnant wife who was overwhelmed with hormones and food cravings. Sokka had always thought that Katara could be rash and demanding, and occasionally spoiled; he had never realized to what extent until now.
Sure, it was their first child and Katara was now in her twenty-eight week (as Aang had gushed as he'd leaned down to place his head against her swollen belly) but the airbender was still freaking out over nothing.
Apparently she wanted papaya cakes, which was utterly ridiculous in Sokka's mind because she usually hated that fruit. Stupid hormones, messing with his sister, and so Aang.
But when Aang reappeared with the desired dessert, making Katara latch onto him in a what looked like a bone-crushing huge, and Sokka saw both their faces stretch into huge smiles, he shook his head. He knew that they were all immensely lucky.
He would take a pregnant sister over fire-benders out for their skins any day. And that was saying something.