When Korra woke up to Mako's wide eyes, she knew two things for certain.

One: He knew. He had remembered the words she'd whispered desperately in his ear because she couldn't bear the thought of him dying without her saying anything.

Two: She was going to be sick.

Neither of these things surprised her as she leapt out of bed and made for the bathroom.

That middle of the night snack had been a bad idea. She'd known she would probably regret it when she ate it, but she'd been so hungry. A state that was feeling rather constant right now.

The nausea, at least, she knew would fade by noon if today was a lucky day.

As she leaned over the toilet, she was vaguely aware of the shuffle-tap that was Mako walking with his cane. Hopefully, he wouldn't need it after today's healing sessions. He'd still be slow as hell for the next couple of days, but at least he'd feel more himself.

He hated depending on other people as much as she did.

His cane clattered to the floor as he knelt next to her with a groan. There was an inward wince, part of her hated that he was in pain, but she couldn't help it that her husband had not stayed in bed like he needed to.

Feeling useless was another thing they shared a hatred of.

His fingers were cool as they stroked across her neck, pulling her hair away from her face. She hoped there was no vomit in it. So far, that had only happened once and she'd done her best to prevent it since then.

Korra spat, her stomach had nothing else to offer to the porcelain god. Please, she prayed, no dry heaves. Let it be over. Spirits, this was embarrassing.

Resting her forehead against her forearm, Korra took careful, slow breaths. Waiting for her stomach decide that it was done for now. Whether breakfast stayed down would be another matter, but usually she only threw up once per day. Usually.

Pema told her she was lucky, but Korra still thought that was one time per day too many.

Well, if she was wrong about Mako knowing five minutes ago, he for sure knew by now. He wasn't an idiot. Between the hovering healers—and they had hovered over her as much as him—and this little incident, he would have done the math.

Korra just hadn't planned to have this conversation on their bathroom floor of all places.

Of course, she hadn't planned to find Bolin on her way there, heading towards the Southern Water Tribe with tense eyes and an uncharacteristically serious face. When Mako hadn't remembered her hurried confession, Korra decided that it could wait. She needed it to wait. Mako was a planner and she just couldn't take planning anything until she was done being worried about him.

The secret was out now.

"Surprise," she muttered, wiping at her mouth. And then, she flushed the toilet.

"It's true?" he asked. "You're really—"

Korra smiled. "Pregnant? Yeah—" She threw her hands up, pushing him away. "No, don't kiss me! I taste like vomit." Laughing, Korra got up and brushed her teeth.

Mako watched her with a scrutiny so intense she almost started blushing. She would have blushed, except for the big, sappy grin on her husband's face.

"C'mere," he said when she'd brushed and rinsed. Twice.

"Oh no, tile floors do not agree with this pregnant lady. Or with newly mended hips. Up you go." Before Mako could protest, she grabbed him under the arms and hoisted him to his feet.

"Korra you shouldn't..."

"I'm pregnant, not made of glass." She left the cane where it was, choosing instead to pull his arm over her shoulder in case he needed help back to the bed.

He protested the entire way, even though he barely leaned on her.

"In bed," she said. "Mornings are evil, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember," he replied, pulling her down with him. "But you can't expect me to just go back to sleep."

"You, sir, are welcome to stay awake, but I am going back to sleep." She gave a large, exaggerated yawn, then winked at him. "Unless, of course, you wanted to persuade me otherwise."

Mako shook his head at her, eyes twinkling. "How long have you known?"

Korra sighed. This was the tricky part. She curled up against his good side, tucking her head under his chin. "I suspected when I went to the South Pole."

She met his eyes when he pulls away to look at her.

"Your didn't really go to see your parents, did you?" he asked. "You went to see Katara."

Korra nodded. "Are you mad?"

"No," he said, cupping her face in his hand and pulling her in for a kiss. "I'm too happy to be mad." He snuggled back under the covers with her, watching with those adoring amber eyes. "So, how far..."

"Nine weeks according to Katara's calculations."

"You're amazing," he said. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Mako smiled. "Always."

"Always," she whispered.

He kissed her again, less softly this time, hands sliding to her waist. He pulled her close. She let him keep kissing her for a little bit. Eventually, to her extreme disappointment, she pushed him away.

"Later," she said. She poked his bad hip. "I still need to work on that some more. Maybe tonight."

"Okay," he said. She could hear in in his voice, the tightness.

"Hold on," she said. When she came back, she had a glass of water and two white pills.

"Korra, I don't want..."

"It's not as strong as what we had you on at the hospital. That should be all out of your system by now," she said, handing them to him. Crossing her arms, she glowered down at him until he took the pain medication. "That'll just help you get through the day. Maybe let you get a few more hours of sleep." She pouted out her lower lip, daring him to challenge her.

Mako sighed. He would probably be fine with getting up now. He was the morning person in this equation. Korra on the other hand wanted to sleep until noon, though she'd probably be hungry again in a couple of hours, so that wasn't likely.

Setting the water on the bedside table, Korra climbed back into bed. Mako pulled her close, curving around her, back to front. A little nervously, Korra pulled his arms around her waist, guiding his hands to the as yet indiscernible place where their child had taken up residence.

He pressed a kiss behind her ear, whispering, "Wow."

Yeah, Korra thought. Wow was right.

And that's all she wrote folks. If you want to see more of this, I suggest you go check out A Hundred Ways to Live and Love. This fits with most of that headcanon (not counting the AU and the spec fic). There's several drabbles involving this pregnancy.

I just went through and edited the first two chapters to fit with the fact that there is a spirit portal in RC now, no major changes, but I think that's an easy enough change to make, so I did it.