Author's Note: This is one of my personal favorites though I haven't really thought ahead of this though. Now let's see what Aang thinks of his daughter.
Chapter Six: Father Meet Daughter
Aang's Point of View
Despite of myself, my face broke into a wide grin. I thought I understood now.
"I have a daughter?" I asked, wanting to clear this up. My grin returned when I saw three nods, though they seemed tense. "Well can I see her?" I questioned, a little impatiently. They exchanged a look of hesitation and a little confusion.
"Do you have control?" Toph asked, very serious about her question.
"Yes, but why are asking that? Do you expect me to attack my own daughter?" I asked, a twinge of anger in my voice now. They shrugged and Toph gave a little nod. I let out a loud breath of anger and annoyance, then turned to them. "I am calm and in control, I promise you. I won't hurt my child, I couldn't hurt her even if she wasn't Katara's." I said, a little pleading in my voice trying to show them that I would not harm my own daughter, and never especially because of her mother.
Toph nodded in a way that said 'I believe you but one wrong move and I will severely harm you'. I sighed and thought I care about her too Toph, I would probably earthbend myself into rubble if I hurt her. She nodded at Sukki and they went through a door to their left.
I grew anxious and excited. I was very pleased that it was a girl, hopefully that would mean she would be more like her mother. Maybe I will get an exact copy of Katara with no interference from me, I thought hopefully.
I could her the footsteps of Sukki and Toph coming closer, nearing me but I heard something else, the small yawn of a young child who had been roused from a sleep. They walked in, Toph first, guarding the baby, and Sukki following, holding the still drousy child...my child.
Toph stepped to the side, staying near enough that she could block any sudden attacks. Sukki smiled warmly down at the little girl. The baby's eyes cleared instantly when she saw me, not afraid but alert and curious.
"Can I hold her?" I asked, both nervous and anxious to hold my small daughter. Sukki nodded, her tense shoulders loosened as she handed her over. The little girl sat, not lay, in my arms. I just gazed at the young infant in my arms, taking in every detail of her circle face. I was hungrily searching her features for her mother's. I was taking in the tiniest detail of my daughter's face, imprinting it in my mind, memorizing her sweet expression.
She looked like her mother, oh yes did she look like Katara. She had her mother's bronze skin lightened only a little because of me, and a tuft of black hair atop her head. Her cheekbones curved smoothly and ending with a small point at her chin. Her nose curved up than down, like Katara's had. Her fingers were slim and delicate but her grip was strong. I had influenced her looks a little; her head was shaped like mine. She also had a build to her, an airbender build, flexible and light. I had looked at her wide eyes, clearly wishing to see the dominant blue of Katara, but was disappointed to see that my dark gray eyes had replaced her mother's. Most curious was the mark she held on her skin, the pale outline of my arrows stretching over her body. How can that be? I wondered. My arrows are a tattoo, but also the mark of an airbender, an air nomad, but not part of my skin. Though I believe Katara would have liked it, the faint outline, for she used to enjoy tracing my tattoo with her gentle finger, spreading goosebumps across my skin.
"What is her name? Did Katara pick one out?" He asked, realizing Kopu wouldn't work anymore.
"Yes. Her name is Kaya Agi." Sukki replied in a hushed tone.
I looked down at my daughter's face. I smiled, her name was perfect, well of course it was if Katara had picked it out. She was perfect, but my eyes had ruined it. Katara's belonged there.
"Welcome Kaya. Welcome." I said, my heart heavy, and not knowing if I truly meant it.