The Fire Lady Katara sat at her desk in the study rubbing her temples tiredly. She wrote on a scroll in front of her with her right hand, her eyes itching with sleepiness. Her head was throbbing painfully as she read the lines she had written.

She had been doing paper work for what seemed like forever to her. She didn't mind; it was her duty as Fire Lady. Just like the Fire Lord, she had certain things she had to do. She yawned again, her eyes stinging after being open for hours. She looked back to her scroll and sighed. She had to get this done.

Just as she dipped her quill in the ink to begin a new line, her parchment slid away from her. Baffled, she glanced around the study. She sighed when her gaze fell upon her husband, the Fire Lord Zuko. He wore a pair of loose fitting silk pants, a deep red in color. He held her parchment in his hand, waving it back and forth n front of him.

She sighed again and said, "Zuko love, I really, really need to finish my work." She rose from her chair to retrieve her paper, but he kept it out of her reach. His eyes were dark with love and concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Katara, you have been working too hard lately." He pulled her close to him, the paper forgotten on the floor. She rested her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around her waste, coming to rest on the small of her back. "You have got to stop working so hard, love. It isn't healthy." To prove his point, he gently pushed her back a bit and brought his hands to rest on her belly. He rubbed the considerable round bulge there, heating his hands up a little. She smiled lovingly at him, watching what he was doing. He looked back at her, holding her gaze with his.

He raised his right hand to her forehead, leaving his left resting on her pregnant belly. He warmed his right hand softly, easing the aching pain in her skull. She moaned, closing her eyes into his hand. He smirked. Pulling her close, he placed feather light kisses on her warm forehead. She giggled slightly, raising her chin so she was level with his face. He looked into her eyes, and kissed her lips warmly. She ran her tongue over his bottom lip, seeking entrance. He gave in immediately, moaning into her mouth. She pulled away with a smirk, noticing the growing bulge in her husband's trousers.

"Now, now Zuko. You know what the healer said. We can't do anything until your son is born." She sounded more than a little disappointed. Zuko knew she was right, so he scooped her up and carried her bridal-style into their large bedroom. He plopped her down gently on their bed, and walked over to the other side, sitting on the edge. With a flick of his wrist, the candles went out, except for a few near their bed. He fell back against his pillows, and raised his arm, inviting her in. She hurried over to him, and scooted in close, resting his head in the crook of his neck. He kissed her forehead gently, and extinguished the candles.

"I love you Zuko." She murmured.

"I love you too." He rested his hand on her 8 ½ month belly. "And you too, little one." Katara smiled into the night.

Well, what do you think? I know I keep writing all these short fics, but when the plot-bunnies attack me during my normal day of normal life, I just have to write them. I am in total writers' block hell right now for my two big stories so bear with me. I will work on it. If you think I should continue on with this, let me know. As for Katara's headache, it was inspired by my own. Toodles!