By the time Zuko had run down to the Delivery room Katara was walking around in circles, wearing that wrap around skirt and the breast wrappings. In the months that led up to this momentous occasion Katara's small to medium sized breasts had grown to the size of small melons. This didn't bother Zuko, but it seemed to bother her. His mental image when the servant had told him was a bit different. He had expected her to be in the bed, forehead covered in sweat, and crying out for him.
"Why…are you walking around?" Zuko asked
"My water hasn't broken yet and Gran-gran said that it breaks easier when you are active like walking around." Katara explained
"Okay, that makes since I guess." He said
When Katara turned to walk back around in her circle all of a sudden she grabbed her side and cried out
in pain, "Zuko!" she said he came and rested his right hand on her back and she squeezed his left hand.
"What's going on?" he said
"…contractions…" She said getting annoyed. When that was over, she continued to walk around. "They are starting to come more frequently." She said standing with both hands over the small of her back. "…and they are more intense" she said looking at him with angry eyes
"What can I do?" He asked feeling small and insignificant
"You can just let me hold your hand, and shut up." She said. About five and half minutes later she yelled for her husband and she breathed through the pain like midwife and Gran-gran had said. "Push on my back" she said "No, right here!" She moved his hand and he applied pressure to the area.
"…harder…harder….that's it." She said
A couple more contractions, and Katara was already tired.
"I knew this was going to happen. It's nothing against you Zuko, but your strong will has been inherited in to your children." She said. Zuko went a little pale and rubbed the back of his neck like he had done something wrong.

"Okay Katara, you need to lie down or you are going to be too tired to push these babies out." Gran-gran said. Zuko found a chair, and scooted it next to Katara. He brushed the stray hairs off her forehead.
She lay on a somewhat padded what looked like a chair bed. She sat up in it but her legs were out as if she were laying down. "Zuko I don't think I can do this" Katara said starting to cry. "I'm not strong enough" Katara said
"Katara you are strong enough, you can do this." Zuko said to her. "I love you." He said
"love you." She said about three seconds after they confessed their love, Katara's water broke.
With in the hour, The Fire Nation had an heir.

Zuko went down to the former war room; it was now where they held the council meetings.
"Gentlemen, I have great news!" he said with a smile on his face. "The Fire Nation has an heir!"
The news was spread from nation to nation, that the Fire Lord had a son, and a daughter.

Katara spent the week in the delivery/nursery after the babies were born. Raidon Blaze and Rai Audra, both were healthy and both looked like there parents. As the weeks turn in to months there personalities were starting to come through. Raidon took after his mother in a couple aspects his hair wasn't as dark as Zuko's more like Katara's and his eyes held a blueish tent but were more like both gold-ish blue. As if someone mixed the setting sun with the day time blue of the sky. It was beautiful. Rai was strong, and had a great pair of lungs. You could hear her from a mile away plus some. She had the darkest black hair almost darker than her fathers; her eyes were bluer than Raidon's but still had some gold-ish undertones. Both children had a fair completion but were not as light as there father or as dark as there mother somewhere in the middle. Everyone was so excited for there arrival and the gifts were starting to pile up. Zuko, and Katara looked through the gifts and kept what they wanted and took the rest to the orphanages around the capital city.

Katara being the person that she is, wanted to take care of the babies her self, that meant early morning feedings, dipper changes, and just over all snuggling and cuddling two small babies anytime they wanted it demanding attention when ever they cried out.
"Katara, why don't you let the nurses take care of the babies?"
"Zuko, I don't want our children being raised by strangers!"
"They are not strangers, they are professional nurses higher to take care of palace infants and toddlers."
"Then what is your earliest memory of being with your mother?"
Zuko thought for a moment, and he didn't want to admit it, that he was raised the beginning portion of his life not by his mother.
"Your right I think I was about 5 before I was aloud to have my own room." He said sitting down on the edge of the bed head hanging down.
"Its okay…we just have to be active in our parenting." She said to him "What do you want for our babies?"
"…to live in a world with out fear…to…" Zuko was cut off by a familiar sounding but odd voice
"…it's too late for that…"
Zuko and Katara turned around and found someone standing in the shadows.
"…that sounded like…" Zuko said looking at Katara.
Katara finished "…Mai…"