Oh my God it's been like forever since the last time I updated this story! So sorry and so many thank yous for everyone who follows, favorites, and waits patiently for this story. Honestly I didn't expect so many will follow and favorite (this many is already so many for me because this is my first story everrr in ffn! I did not expect anything!), and those positive reviews and responses motivate me to continue! I hope I'll update faster than before, just pray for me hehe. And after the ending of LoK I'm just not too happy with who Asami ended up with.. Sorry Korrasami fans!

Again I want to make a reminder for all of you if you find something funny about the pregnancy thing (since I'm no biology student and I've never experienced it before) please tell me!

Enough with the blabbers yeah? Here we go!

The Bundle of Joy

-IV-

"Iroh..."

It took four times of Asami's hoarse voice to fill the room and several tugs on the general's pillow to wake the Crown Prince of Fire Nation up. With a low grunt, he slowly stirred and looked up to his jade-eyed wife, his eyes still heavy with sleepiness.

"What is it, 'Sami?" his husky voice was almost at the same level of hoarse with Asami's, "It's still midnight." He added as he sleepily checked the clock on the end table. To add the point, his hand lazily waving towards the window, where they could see the dark night sky of Republic City, decorated with the glimmering combination of stars and lamps. His eyelids felt so heavy that he could not lift it more than a mere millimeter.

Asami starred at his tired husband with a glitter of sympathy in her jade eyes. If she did not have to, she would not dare to wake Iroh. However, she could not shake this feeling and she really needed him right now. She slowly brushed Iroh's locks of hair with her fingers and whispered;

"Iroh… I want to eat sea prunes," she said, "Covered with honey and crunches of fire jerky."

She had one of her ridiculous cravings right at this time, and she knew she could not get back to sleep unless she got what she wants. She could have driven her car to the nearest restaurant to get what she wanted but with her driving skills (she liked to do it fast and furious style) and six months of pregnancy, Iroh would never let her drive. Thus, this situation was not entirely her fault. If only Iroh would let her drive...

"Iroh! Wake up!" Asami now grew more impatient, as she tugged his pillow more harshly. She was not the type to whine usually—heck, she was the CEO of the most prestigious industry ever, whining is not her job—but as her belly grew bigger, her temper also become higher.

Iroh usually gave into every whine and nonsensical cravings that Asami had, knowing exactly what she had to go through for the next nine months. He usually would wake up on the first time Asami called his name, or he would even the one who inisiated to ask what he could do for her that night.

Only, earlier in the morning he had been through a bad day himself. One of the battle exercises the United Forces Navy had went to catastrophe—one squadron of sailors were dunked into the sea together with the destroyer ship as one of the engineer failed to check the engine's quality and capability of the day. Three of the engines immediately exploded after the gas leaked, brought the entire population of the ship to the sea and killed them. To make the matter worse, the destroyer was one of the newest ship the Navy had.

Of course, as the General, Iroh was the one who was responsible. He spent the entire day to examine the accident, give condolences and apologizes to the families, and re-establish the Navy engineer's requirements. Needless to say, Iroh was extremely busy that he almost did not come home. The only thing that reminded him of home was the spitting image of his wife, alone in a big manor, six months pregnant with their first baby.

Only, he did not sign up to be awakened this midnight.

"Iroh!"

Asami raised her voice, high and loud enough for Iroh to finally opened his tired, reddish, amber irised eyes. He did not move, however, and did not attempt to get up of his position. Instead, he rolled and turned, faced an irritated Asami.

"What? You'll die if you don't get your sea prunes?" he asked in a flat, intimidating voice that he usually used when he was commanding his troops, "Go get it yourself if you really want it. I don't care."

He rolled back, pulled the blanket and closed his eyes.

Asami could not believe what just happened. After years of relationship, Iroh had never been really angry at her. Irritated, yes. Angry, furious—mad—no. If Asami was in her right state of mind and body, not the emotionally unstable and pregnant one, she would keep her mouth silent, let the matter unsettle until the next morning and then apologize for the disturbance she had made the other night. Only, Asami was not in the mood to be nice before she got her sea prunes like she wanted.

"Fine!" she exclaimed as she kicked down the blanket, leaving their bodies revealed, "I will get myself my sea prunes then! I don't understand why I need you!"

With that, she took her coat to cover her maternity nightdress and drove her car in the top speed, heading to God knew where.

"Okay so tell me again now," the incumbent Avatar's sleepy voice, in an irritating tone, filled the shady guest room in her current residence, "You, a lady, who is six month pregnant, take off in the middle of a freaking night, to my house, for a freaking sea prunes that you are supposed to hate? And with honey and sea prunes, on top of it all!"

Asami shrugged. Her mouth full with the food—the food that she was supposed to hate but unknowingly, she craved to death. Even Korra struggled to maintain her straight face and avoid vomitting right threre while seeing Asami eating no different from pigs.

"Is craving that bad, really? Your entire pregnancy days make me don't want to experience one," Korra huffed as she laid her back on to the sofa, "Where's Iroh anyway? I thought you aren't allowed to drive all by yourself in this state."

Asami huffed. She managed to swallow her sea prunes before she started to talk—complain. "He's at home, sleeping." Asami wiped her mouth before she continued her ramblings, "I don't get it! He was the one who said that I can't drive and all. He also said that I only need to nudge him whenever I needed him! Now he told me that I won't die even if I don't have sea prunes and he basically waved me off to get it by myself. How cruel that is?"

Asami ended it by putting a scope of honey-topped sea prunes with crunches of fire jerky in her mouth. She violently chewed it while her furious eyes intensely gazed the tip of her shoes.

"Ehm.. well, that's so uncharacteristic of Iroh, really." Korra said slowly for she did not want to angered the already-furious Asami Sato right in the middle of her house, "But I think it has something to do with today."

"What today?" Asami snapped back.

"Whoa, easy mate," Korra put her hands up in a defense mode, "I just said that something happened today, you know, to the United Forces? Tenzin said that Bumi got this news, that the United Forces' battle trainings went ballistic. Iroh's troops died and all."

"Wait, seriously?" Asami gulped. Her jade eyes widened and her jaws left hanging. "Like, seriously? Why didn't I hear about this?"

"Well, didn't you turn up the radio or something? Ah—you must be sleeping when it aired," the Avatar contemplated, "Or Iroh did not want to make you worry, or he simply didn't have time to inform you. Or he was too tired to tell you. That's my guess though." She ended it with a shrug.

It hit Asami like a lightning. True, she did not ask anything about his day earlier, for Iroh immediately went to bed after he showered. To think about it again, Iroh did come home late… God, she felt awful.

"I… need to go home," Asami stood up, took her keys and dashed out, "Thanks for the food!"

"Hey! Finish it before you go! I'm not going to clean it up—ah, just forget it." The water tribe Avatar sighed as she collected the half eaten sea prunes and headed to the kitchen to rinse it out.

Asami barged in when she came home, only to find Iroh sleepily pour honey to sea prunes in the middle of dimly lighted kitchen. Iroh's head perked up when he heard her voice, but before he could say anything, his wife already crushed him in a tight hug.

"Oh Iroh!" Asami exclaimed, her face buried in her husband's wide shoulder, "If only I know! I am so sorry! I must be the worst wife ever! Oh, I don't know how to say it but really, I'm so sorry for not knowing any of your situations!"

Iroh said nothing. The thing that he did was only stroking his wife's long, beautiful, wavy hair. He felt sorry too, really. He did not mean to lash whatever bad day he had to his wife for she knew nothing and she had nothing to do with it. Immediately after he heard Asami's car, he tried to look for her and he ended up bought the dish from the nearest Water Tribe cuisine restaurant he could find, hoping that his wife would come home soon.

"I'm sorry too," Iroh finally let his husky voice escaped his throat, "I hope you still have that… ehm, craving of yours. I bought them for you," he added as he broke the hug, "What I said is nothing from my heart."

"I know," she smiled and put her weight on her toes to peck her husband's lips before she saw the sea prunes. She giggled at the sight of the source of their problem in one night. "Aaw, you bought them for me? You are quite a gentleman even if you're mad, General."

"Stop calling me that," he snorted a smile, "But I really can't stand the sleepiness and that nasty smell of the cuisine. Mind if I go back to sleep?"

"No, Iroh. Just go back to sleep," Asami said, "And please, don't dream about me in my bikini ready body in thongs."

"Doesn't need to, I'll wait patiently for next six months."

"You bet, General."