Chapter 10: Men's Talk

Sleep was a precious gift. It was comforting like a blanket, and rejuvenating like the sun that pushed fire through his veins. It allowed him to reset his body, his mind, and his spirit. He would admit that he had been taking it for granted-especially as of late-but once he was in sleep's tender hold, he remembered just how gracious and loving it truly was.

Spirits, he loved sleep. Sometimes he felt like he could just sleep for days-especially lately, with how busy he had been. Probending, working, going to the island every night to visit Korra, and then finally returning to his cozy bed to settle in for a short night's sleep, before the cycle started all over again.

Speaking of resting in his cozy bed, his bed didn't feel quite right. It felt a bit firmer. Now that he thought about it, he felt like he could see less light through his eyelids than he usually did in the mornings; the scaling windows of the attic often let in the entirety of the sun's rays, and forced him out of bed with its blinding light.

Come to think of it, Mako couldn't even recall crawling into bed last night. Why, he couldn't even remember the walk home from the island.

Mako opened his bleary eyes and blinked the sleep away. He reined in his focus and exhaled deeply.

The ceiling above him wasn't the one he was used to waking up to. This ceiling was much lower, and the construction of it was different.

What had he been doing last night before he had fallen asleep? He had gone to the Air temple after practice; he had skipped out on dinner completely, as it was late and he was far too tired to bother going out to get something. It was nearly nine when he got there, and when he did he just went straight to Korra's room. She had been laying down reading something Tenzin had assigned to her. She all too willingly tore her attention away from it and placed her icy blue eyes on him.

Something about her eagerness to see him made his heart, hardened and tattered from the day's schedule, melt and warm his entire body.

They talked for a while—about their days and about the little things, and before he knew it they were both laying on her bed, side by side, still talking.

Mako moved his arm and felt something keep him from stretching it across the bed. Looking over, he suddenly realized where he was.

Korra was next to him, curled up with a blanket pulled up to her chin. She slept in complete serenity; not a troubled line or worry on her face. Her hair was loose and splayed out across her pillow, and her breathing was slow and even.

Mako took a moment to run his eyes over her body. She was completely covered by the pristine blue blanket that always adorned her bed. Her legs were drawn up, at least as far as they could go. Her pregnancy was becoming more and more real to the both of them every passing day. She could no longer hide her protruding belly from peering eyes with her navy blue parka.

Pema had remarked that Korra looked a tad bigger than normal at eighteen weeks—to which Korra sighed so heavily that Mako could practically feel it on his weary shoulders. Jinora had overheard the conversation while she was reading, and quietly chirped with a wide smile, "Do you think you might be having twins?"

Korra groaned, and it took all of Mako's power not to join her in chorus.

One baby was enough, thank you very much.

To their –slight- relief, Pema had assured them that Korra probably wasn't pregnant with twins, but that the baby was probably just in an odd position, or that it could be because of Korra's body build that she was a bit larger.

Dr. Tai had informed them at Korra's last appointment, to which Mako managed to make, that she could just be carrying more fluid, or that it was a who-knows-whatsits—because as the doctor often stated: Every pregnancy is different.

Both had been about to let out a sigh of relief until the good doctor bluntly added, "Or you could be pregnant with twins. I don't know."

It only got worse when the possibility of twins was mentioned to Bolin, who then began prattling off all of the fun antics they would have if in fact there were two sets of little feet pitter-pattering down the hall.

Mako took a moment to look at Korra's abdomen. He couldn't even tell she was pregnant so long as she was cocooned in her blanket. She just looked like the….well, the non-pregnant Korra he had always known. Though he had to admit he was surprised that she wasn't snoring lightly. Any time he ever caught her sleeping, she always let out these tiny snores. He smiled and shook his head at her before sitting up in bed.

He had come to the conclusion that he must have fallen asleep last night while they were talking. Korra probably hadn't wanted to wake him, so she went and grabbed a spare blanket and threw it on him before going to sleep herself.

Mako rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath.

And boy, would he need that breath.

His mind wasn't alert enough to register the knocking at the door, or the masculine voice that called out Korra's name before sliding the door open.

Tenzin and Mako both froze in their respective places and their eyes locked onto each other like two frightened bull turtles. Mako—hair a mess, eyes still hazy with sleep and a blanket thrown over his lap—knew that this situation wasn't about to play out in his favor. Tenzin—face flushing red with anger and eyebrows raised in disbelief—had already made the decision that Mako and Korra were in a whole mess of trouble

Mako needed that breath.

Because it might as well be his last.

This was a situation Mako never thought he'd be in. Then again, he never thought he would get the Avatar pregnant and be preparing for fatherhood at the age of nineteen, either; but at this point in time—in the wee hours of the morning—Mako just decided to let the chips fall where they may with this one. After all, he knew better than to get between a hormonal and sleep-deprived Korra, and a flustered airbending master.

Once Tenzin had found Mako in Korra's bed, he immediately dragged the both of them from the room and into the dining room. It was seven in the morning and everyone else on the island had risen to start the day. When Tenzin had discovered that Korra was sleeping in—again—he had made it a point to go and wake her up. He, of course, hadn't planned on waking Mako as well.

Tenzin sat across the table from a disheveled Mako and a pajama-clad Korra. "I cannot believe," he said, trying to keep his voice as level as possible, "that after everything that has happened, you would allow a boy to sleep in your bed."

"Tenzin, we didn't do anything!" Korra pleaded desperately. She really just wanted to go to bed. She was already a horrible morning person, but being pregnant was tiring, and being yelled out of bed by a red-faced Tenzin was an awful way to start off the morning.

"It doesn't matter that you didn't do anything." Tenzin was trying his best to explain this to Korra as calmly as possible, but he was finding it hard to remain patient. He was still flustered and bewildered. "What matters is that a boy was sleeping your bed."

"But why does that even matter when we didn't do anything?!" Unlike her airbending instructor, Korra had no problem with letting Tenzin know that this matter was pointless and exhausting. She was grumpy from being woken up so suddenly, and she was prepared to let Tenzin know.

"You didn't have to do anything!" Tenzin barked. His student was stubborn and thick-skulled; this wasn't something that he was going to be able to easily deposit into her wisdom bank and expect it to stay and build interest. "It's about the idea, Korra!" Deep breath in, deep breath out; reign in frantic thoughts and usher in rationality and patience. "A boy and a girl should not sleep in the same bed, let alone the same room, unless they are married."

"We're pregnant," Korra deadpanned.

"You're still missing the point. It looks bad to everyone else!"

"To who?!" Korra threw her arms in the air. "Nobody outside of this island can see us!" She brought her hands down and rested one against her forehead; the last thing she wanted this morning was a headache. "I just don't understand what the big deal is—we didn't do anything."

"I assume that you didn't, but that still doesn't change the fact that it looks…scandalous," Tenzin mumbled.

Korra released a frustrated sigh and ran her fingers through her tousled hair. The reasoning behind Tenzin's side of the argument made absolutely no sense to her, but she couldn't fight back if he was stuck on the ludicrous idea that her and Mako innocently sharing a bed just once was taboo.

Mako drew in a quiet breath and closed his eyes briefly. He could easily see both sides of the argument. Sleeping in the same room did look devious; but they also didn't do anything, and no one had to know about their sleeping arrangements, impromptu or otherwise. He knew he was at fault, but he was having a difficult time sitting here listening to the student and master squabble about it. The arguing was drilling on nerves that were already cracked from lack of sleep. What made it even worse was that Mako had looked at the clock and realized that he had to be back at the power plant in an hour.

He decided to keep quiet, however, and allow Tenzin and Korra to have it out. Mako was used to Korra butting heads with Tenzin and challenging his teachings, wisdom, and tradition—but he had also seen and heard enough arguments to know that Tenzin was going to win this one, just like he had with all of the others.

"I know that you didn't mean anything by it." Tenzin allowed his sympathy leak through his angered dam as he watched Korra pout. But she definitely wasn't out of the woods just yet. "But in the future, I would rather not see you two sharing a room—or a bed."

Mako looked at the clock again. When he saw the time, he closed his eyes and took in a collective breath. He had to steel himself for another busy day, and engrave upon his patience the convictions and promises he had made to himself, to Korra, and their child. He would have let Korra keep arguing with Tenzin, but he had to cut in and excuse himself before Korra continued.

"Yes, sir." He stood up from his spot and winced when he felt his muscles protest, and heard a few spots in his back pop.

"You're agreeing with him?" Korra glowered. "Just like that?"

"It's his house." Mako shrugged as he turned toward the hallway. "And I don't have time to talk about it—I have to be at work in an hour." He took a moment to look over his shoulder at Korra; the sight made him exhale heavily, yet quietly, and his shoulders slump. He hated the look she was giving him; her blue eyes appeared larger whenever she gave him a disappointed expression. They sparkled as they flitted about his figure in a pleading way.

"You have to work again today?" Korra's eyebrows were drawn up and her previously heated voice echoed dismay. "But you just got off of your last shift seven hours ago!"

"Yeah, well…" Shutting off the sadness Korra's eyes pitted in him was the only way Mako was going to get anything done. "That's the way the power plant works. I'll come back after probending practice." He walked down the hall, letting weary determination slowly pump through his tired, young body. He would keep going and force his tenacity against his throbbing muscles and aching bones.

Mako wasn't a quitter, especially when it involved his pride and the people important to him—whether he knew them yet or not.

"I think it's moving," Korra said rather suddenly in the quiet of her room. She and Asami were back to their rituals. Asami would come over and greet the kids when she first came in through the door. She would small talk with Korra and Pema in the living room before Korra would whisk Asami away into her room so that they could talk more privately. It was basically a girl's getaway—just Korra, Asami, and Naga splayed out unceremoniously on the floor on her back.

They had gone quiet after talking about Future Industries and their latest plans for a Satomobile that catered to family needs. Korra had successfully diverted all attention away from her unborn child. Asami had tried to start small talk about the newest addition to the Avatar family, but Korra steered the conversation into a different direction each time. Asami finally took the hint that her best friend wasn't going to talk about her baby anytime soon.

Korra had been laying on her back next to Naga, nonchalantly petting the polar bear dog's side. She felt naked without her parka on, but Asami had practically ripped it off of her. The Sato heiress had chastised her saying that it was too hot outside, and still reasonably warm in the temple. It was apparent that Korra was overheating, so after arguing with her and getting nowhere, Asami grabbed the fabric on her shoulders and pulled it up over Korra's head.

When Korra had said she had been wearing the parka to conceal her baby bump, Asami had said bluntly, "You can't hide it under a parka forever."

Korra had pouted and said that she knew that, but added under her breath that she could try. She didn't feel comfortable walking around with her bump out for everyone to see. It was a reminder of what was to come—a public reminder of what she and Mako had done. It was even more unnerving to let Asami see it, considering it was proof that she and Mako had gone behind her back; that it was her ex-boyfriend's baby. That aside, Korra was only just now getting used to seeing it when she was by herself. She'd even go as far as saying that she was a little interested in it and maybe even just a little fond of it.

In the midst getting used to her physical changes, and the gradual acceptance of her motherhood, she hadn't expected to feel her baby move so suddenly. At first she thought that it had been something she ate; a small feeling in her abdomen that felt like popcorn popping. But it kept happening. Pema had told her that she could expect her baby to move anytime now, but Korra had disregarded the information, as she wasn't ready to comprehend that her child could move.

Asami had looked up from the magazine she was looking at, a look of shock on her face. "What?" She hadn't expected her friend—who had been completely evasive of all things regarding her baby—to so abruptly mention its developmental milestone.

"I think it's moving," Korra said again as she focused all of her feeling in her abdomen. She lifted her head ever to slightly to look at her stomach, but didn't notice any visible movement.

"What makes you say that?" Folding the magazine, Asami sat up straight and looked from Korra to her belly.

"I don't know." Korra kept her eyes on her stomach for a bit longer before forfeiting finding any movement with her eyes and laying her head back down against the wooden floor. "I can just feel something."

Asami placed her hands on the floor and leaned forward on her knees. Curiosity was sparkling in her eyes like stars. "What does it feel like?" She took a chance to look at Korra's stomach; she could only ever do it when Korra wasn't looking. The Avatar was almost always trying to hide it or had her arms wrapped around herself to keep people from staring.

"Kinda like…" Korra thought of a good way to describe the feeling. "Like popcorn popping or…fluttering." She experimentally grazed her finger tips across the top of her small bulge. What used to be taut muscle was now a gradually hardening bump. Normally she wouldn't dare touch it with someone else in the room—she barely touched it at all, even by herself—but her curiosity and slight concern propelled her to let her fingers touch where her child rested.

Korra waited to feel the fluttering against her fingertips but it never came. "I don't think I can feel it on the outside though—like I can't feel them if I touch my stomach."

"Are you sure it's not gas or something?"

"I don't think so," Korra answered unsurely. "I mean I think I'd know if it was gas."

"I think I'd know if it was gas."

Korra smirked and turned her head to look over at Asami. "So our friendship has reached the level of fart jokes."

Asami nodded tersely and smiled. "Yeah, well, we both knew that it'd get there eventually."

Closing her eyes, Korra laughed lightly and let her head tilt to her left. Spirits, she was glad she and Asami were still friends. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to keep sane without another girl her age around during these troubling times. It had been a week and a half since they began rekindling their friendship, and all had been well. Asami had stopped by a few times since then, just to see how things were going and to hang out.

There were still a few snags and knots they had to work through, though, as to be expected. They both avoided the topic of Mako like a toxic plague; Asami, not wanting to talk about him, and Korra, who just didn't want to bring tension into their still-shaky friendship. Korra could still feel awkwardness whenever Asami would first come over. The uncomfortable air would clear within minutes, and seemed to disappear a little more with each visit; once they got talking, the fog lifted and it was as if nothing had ever come between them.

Sometimes she wondered what Asami thought about her unborn child. She wondered if she held distain for it, or if she felt different around her because she was pregnant. Korra would dismiss those thoughts once they would begin talking, though. Asami seemed to be more than eager to learn more about the baby and always tried to pry Korra to talk about it. Asami was really the least of her worries in terms of judgment at this point.

If only she knew what her parents were going to think about all of this…

Korra rested her arm back at her side and slowly closed her eyes as she recalled her letter. Her parents should have gotten it by now, and have probably read it close to a hundred times already. She couldn't help but let her worries run rampant as she thought about how they must have reacted and what they were going to write back.

"Have you gotten a letter back from your parents yet?"

Sometimes Korra could swear Asami could read her mind.

"No…not yet." Korra took a deep breath and released it through her nose. "They should have gotten the letter by now, though."

"They probably have." Asami looked back over at the magazine she has placed to her side. Quietly, she picked it up by its flimsy spine and gingerly opened it up, as if to apologize for suddenly ignoring it. "I'm sure they've written you back and the letter is on its way."

"Probably." Korra draped her arm over her eyes. It was times like these—the ones filled with anxiety and uncertainty—that she wished she could just close her eyes and will for everything to stop. But because she couldn't, she would just settle for temporary darkness and, if time and comfort permitted, sleep.

"Try not to worry about it." Asami nonchalantly thumbed through the pages; what had originally been interesting Sato Mobile articles now dulled in comparison to the talk she and Korra passed back and forth.

"I've tried." Korra skimmed her other hand across Naga's side; the feeling of the Polar Bear Dog's coarse fur comforting her ever so slightly. "It just makes me antsy waiting to hear what they're going to say."

"I know," Asami agreed quietly. "But it's not like they're going to stop loving you. I mean, from what you've told me, they seem like pretty great parents."

"Yeah…" Korra knew her friend was right. Her parents were simple, kind-hearted, and reasonable people. They would never stop loving her—that wasn't a concern. What did worry her was what they were going to say; the "you should have known better" and the "I can't believe you did this" prattle that was sure to be scrawled in ink were the very things that made her eyes sting and her heart heavy. They had every right to ask such questions, because even she asked herself those very same things when shit hit the fan. But Korra was over it now. She wasn't asking herself those things anymore. She focused more on the present now, and was slowly turning a shy eye towards her future with a child. She didn't want to hear questions that had plagued her in the past; didn't want to deal with things that wouldn't help her step into motherhood. But she knew that her parents were going to go through that same phase of shock that she went through, and would blast her with a million questions-some of which she would be happy to answer, while others she would let whip her across her back. She hated that she was being receptive to such things, but she knew that it was her parents' right to be a little upset. She would do better at holding her tongue and taking their words, unlike she had done with Tenzin.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Korra tried to wipe her mind. She would allow the oxygen to purify her troubling thoughts and she would exhale the remains. She would open her eyes and put a smile on her face; not to look brave or to look as though she was okay. No, she was doing it to keep herself positive. Tenzin always said that positive thinking was a way of life and that a smile was an effective tool, not in lying to one's self, but to unlocking calm and happiness.

Korra would put this lesson to use whenever she thought about it, and she would try to look on the brighter side of things—though they certainly seemed few and far between. Until she could stumble across these happy jewels, she would just remain calm and remind herself that everything would work out just fine in the end. She wasn't even sure if it would, but Tenzin seemed to think so, as did her friends and Pema. Maybe they were seeing something she wasn't.

She wondered if Mako could see it too.

Pema thanked the Spirits that she was a patient woman. She was blessed not only with patience, but rationality. Training as an air acolyte for many years had drawn out such traits from within her, and she found that she utilized them on a day to day basis. It was only recently, however, that she seriously thanked the Spirits for not only these things, but for her experience as well. When Korra had confided in her about her situation, Pema was able to assist Korra with her rationality. Since then, she was able to help the young woman by using her past child bearing experiences. But she found that her blessings were not only being used for Korra.

"And when I walked in to her room this morning…" Tenzin seemed to be having a hard time spitting out the entirety of his story, but he eventually got pasted his flustered agitation. "…she had a boy sleeping in her bed!"

Pema found that these saintly gifts she wielded were coming in handy for her husband, too. "And by a boy, you mean Mako, right?"

"Of course!" Tenzin scoffed. "And I tried explaining to her why having him sleep in her bed was wrong, but she just wouldn't listen, and I couldn't get through to her!"

Pema took a slow breath and kept her humoring smile present on her lips. She finished pouring the tea into the small cups and quietly ushered them onto the tray. Lifting it, she carefully made her way over to her husband and placed it next to him on the table. "Tenzin, don't you think you might be overreacting?" Her voice was pleasant enough; the calming smell of the tea was keeping her relaxed, and she was hopeful that it would have the same affect on her husband. She placed on cup in front of him before grabbing her cup and sitting down.

The airbender gave his wife a mildly unimpressed look before speaking. "I'm not overreacting." He picked up his cup gently, despite his simmering mood. "Korra should know better than to have a boy sleep in her bed. It looks bad."

"To who?"

"To everyone else!"

"There is no one else!" Pema laughed. "No one outside of this island is going to see anything!"

"T-that's not what I meant!" He crossed his arms and slouched forward.

Pema took a moment to examine her husband. She had known him long enough to know just what he was thinking, regardless of what his lips said. He had a bit of a pout on his face, but it was also escorted by a perturbed cloudiness in his eyes.

'It looks bad to everyone else' actually meant, 'it looks bad to me'.

Pema sighed, allowing her finger tips to massage the sides of her ceramic cup. "Dear," she started, "do you honestly think they would actually do anything?"

The shift of his eyes from his lap to the floor hinted to her his answer before he even spoke. "It didn't stop them before," he answered somewhat bitterly.

"True," Pema agreed, "But if I recall, they were a bit under the influence." She paused as she gazed into the warm tea in her cup. "But they aren't now, and I think that after everything that's happened they won't be doing anything like sex any time soon."

"You may be right." Tenzin was willing to give her that much. "But that's just it—they've done it, and they'll probably want to keep doing it if the opportunity is there!"

"You're right," Pema said easily. "And now that they're pregnant they don't have that fear to stop them." She leaned back ever so slightly, her hands still resting caringly around her tea cup. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took a deep breath and smiled. Perhaps she shouldn't be so calm, but she attributed this demeanor to her confidence in her perception and her experience as a young woman and mother. "But I think we should give them a little more credit."

"Sometimes I don't think that they deserve it," Tenzin admitted. He hated sounding so down on his student. He knew that she beat herself up over it all, and that she had a lot to deal with. He was proud of her for coming to her own decision and for being brave enough to face this new part of her life. But his student had shattered a piece of their trust. He trusted her to behave when she left the island and to stay out of trouble—at least trouble that didn't involve her Avatar duties. Now that that trust had been defiled, he was constantly questioning what Korra and her friends were going to do next. And by 'friends', he almost always exclusively meant Mako.

"I just worry, Pema," the airbending master admitted rather suddenly. He leaned forward and rested an elbow on the table. He pinched his nose between his fingers and closed his eyes. "I've never had to deal with something like this before. And no amount of training I ever went through—no amount of life experience—has ever prepared me for it. And even though I believe everything will work out in the end, I just wonder how much more heartbreak she might go through before then."

"You mean with Mako, don't you?"

He dropped his arms into his lap and rested his elbows on his thighs. He allowed his tired grey eyes to stare out the window aimlessly. "I know he's been a close friend of hers for a while now. He is friendly; even the kids seem to like him. He works hard and is mindful of his manners—I commend him for it. And I know that Korra is fond of him…"

Pema followed her husband's gaze out to the ocean; the waves were calm, much like the tea in her cup. The storm her husband had brought her had settled, but behind his cloudy eyes there brewed words left unspoken. When he didn't continue, she turned her head to look at him and prodded him, "But?"

"But…" It was a few more moments before he spoke, but Tenzin made good on her question. "I don't want to see her hurt because of him, or regret any decisions she makes because of him."

"Oh, Tenzin…" Pema sighed idly, letting her shoulders sag. "You can't protect her from everything. Besides, Mako seems to be a good guy. I mean, it's like you said; he's a hard worker and friendly, good with the kids, and Korra likes him just fine." She thought she had packed his fears away with his own positive notions of Mako; reinforced the box the worries were in with duct tape and was ready to put them away in the attic. But then her husband ripped the box back open and put them back up on display for her.

"But he's from the streets, Pema! People who live like that tend to have a 'cut and run' habit. They bail out when things get inconvenient or too tough for them. And as much of a good person as he seems to be, I just have to wonder…" Tenzin paused, debating if he should even issue his words to his wife. "I'm just wondering if that sort of behavior is so deeply ingrained in him from that life, that when the time comes he'll leave her."

Pema let her husband's words sink in as she rolled the warm teacup between the palms of her hands. That was a legitimate fear; maybe even a warranted one, given the circumstances. People from the streets did tend to run from trouble, or go looking for it. But was that really something Mako would do? The young man had common sense, and a good head on his shoulders. He took care of his brother and was smart with his money. He helped Korra take down Equalists multiple times and even saved her during a few of those outings. Not to mention he had been genuinely concerned about Korra when she had first initially chose to terminate her pregnancy. And he was working so hard for the baby when he didn't even have to. He was already saving up money to take care of it; Mako said it wasn't much in the grand scheme of things, but it was a start.

"You know," Pema started thoughtfully, "you may be right." She put her hands over the opening of her cup and let the heat of the tea warm her hands. "He might leave her and never look back." She gazed out the window and admired the simplicity of the ocean and clear skies. "But I don't think he will."

"What makes you say that?" Tenzin rested his right elbow on the table and looked at his wife. He lay his bearded chin in the palm of his hand and waited for her explanation.

"I think it's because he's from the streets; I think it's because of that that he knows what's right and what his convictions should be." She took a deep breath. "I think his heart is in the right place. He's taken care of his brother for years and he's working hard to make things right.

"And besides…" She smiled widely at Tenzin. "I think he cares too much about Korra to just leave her." Looking down, she removed her hands from her cup and let the cool air coat her warmed hands. "And Korra told me that he wants this child to have a father."

"He might not mean it, you know," Tenzin quietly said. "People tell lies to make other people happy."

"You might be right." Pema shrugged. "Maybe Korra does put a little too much faith in him, and maybe I'm following her lead a little too closely."

"Maybe," Tenzin mumbled. "I want to believe he's a good person. But I still have this fear that he's just playing her. So many men—young men off the streets and on the streets—only want one thing, and once they get it then they leave."

"Tenzin." Pema smiled cheekily. "He already got it."

"Pema!"

She laughed; her laughter whimsical like tinkling bells on a spring afternoon. "What I'm trying to say is that he's still here. We can't keep worrying about stuff if it hasn't even happened yet—you even said that yourself."

"Yes, well-"

"And we don't know if she'll get hurt—if she does, she does; if she doesn't, then she doesn't. We can't stop the either of them from doing what they want."

"We could at least keep them from sleeping in the same room…" He brought this argument to the table and it somehow turned into a confessional. But he wasn't about to leave without proving that he was right.

"No we can't," Pema hummed.

"And why not?!"

"Because they're teenagers," Pema answered simply, "with a baby on the way and with their lives ahead of them."

She had heard them plenty of times; as Pema would pass down the hall that held Korra's bedroom, she could pass Korra's door and hear them talking softly and laughing. She even peered in through the crack of her door once or twice, and all she saw were two teenagers laying next to each others on their backs; memories in their eyes and the future on their smiling faces. And when she looked at the two of them, as Mako and Korra would look at each other, Pema could see their past-filled eyes flicker just a moment to reveal a possibility for the future. Pema knew that look: a look only shared between two people who were discovering themselves and each other, and slowly falling in love with each passing moment.

Maybe that was why she had so much faith in Mako; why she had so much faith in two teenagers. "I just don't think that, when they fall asleep in the same bed, that they're only thinking of one thing." At least not all the time. She kept the thought from her husband; no need to give him a stroke.

Tenzin sighed; he was defeated. He knew when to lay things to rest, and this argument was no different. "I suppose, but I still don't like it."

"You can try to stop them all you want," Pema replied. "All I ask is that you try to go a little easier on them."

Tenzin crossed his arms, not really wanting to agree to her terms, but knowing full well that he should. He supposed he could admit, at least to himself for the time being, that he had over reacted just a tiny bit. He could have at least talked to Korra in private about it when he was calm and ask her why Mako had been in her bed in the first place. He would apologize to her later, but still tell her that he didn't like them sleeping in the same bed and that he would prefer that they slept in separate rooms.

However, like Pema said, they were teenagers with a baby on the way, and their lives ahead of them.

It was just after dinner when Tenzin was finally able to take time away from his council work and the Avatar-in-training to address the paper work that had, against all odds, doubled in size on his desk since yesterday. He sighed and trudged over to his chair and sat down, ready to take each packet, file, and article of mail one at a time.

He took the first document off of the top of the pile and then looked at the clock on the wall to his left. Seven forty-five. Mako had missed dinner, and still hadn't arrived back to the island. He had nonchalantly asked his student where the firebender was and she somberly replied that he was either at work or probending practice. Bolin, who was a common face at the dinner table these days, had piped in and said that he was probably either practicing for their match next week or lifting weights. "And then he has to turn right back around and go to work at five tomorrow."

"You're kidding?" Pema asked incredulously.

"Nope," Bolin chirped in between chews. "The factory is low on firebending hands, so they've been working their people overtime."

Tenzin then found out that the factory only had fifteen firebenders who were capable of producing electricity. Unfortunately, fifteen was too small a number to efficiently power the machinery and lines for the entire city. Because of the lack of workers, each worker was typically worked overtime; a person was lucky if they got at least one day of the week off.

Tenzin stared blankly at the document, feeling numb as his eyes skimmed the title at the top of the page. He couldn't focus; his mind on other matters—ones that pertained to his student's friend. He hadn't really given Mako too much thought until recently. Maybe it was because the young man was over at the island far more often now, or maybe it was because he was in such a predicament with Tenzin's student, but Tenzin didn't know. All he did know was that, despite finding the boy in Korra's bed and being skeptical about his priorities, he still worried about Mako.

The airbender leaned back in his chair, setting the papers down in front of him and then proceeding to stroke his beard. He regarded Mako's work ethic with admiration and sympathy. Even before Korra had found herself pregnant with Mako's child, he had heard enough from his student to know that the boy worked harder than any young man his age ever should. He strove hard in probending to keep a roof over his and his brother's head and he worked at the power plant to make ends meet. He had enough stress on his plate as it was, and now there was a baby in the mix. Now it appeared that Mako was pushing himself even harder than before. Again, Tenzin admired that; the firebender he was so wary of was, at the very least, taking financial responsibility for his unborn child.

But Tenzin could see that all of that work and stress was taking its toll. Mako looked just a tad thinner, and his gate much slower. His posture was more slouched and his appetite didn't seem to hold the same vigor as it had once before. Bags were forming under his amber eyes from lack of sleep. It even seemed like it took Mako a few more seconds to respond to simple questions and small talk than before—like his brain was taking longer to process what all was going on around him.

Tenzin knew that it wasn't just the physical part of it that was waning Mako; it was the emotional part too. Here was this young man who had lost nearly everything as a child and pushed through all of his insecurities to provide for himself and his brother. He never really had a steady source of income and he had to worry about keeping him and Bolin sheltered, fed, and clothed; which Tenzin assumed was barely at all, considering their clothes seemed to be a bit tattered. Then of course Mako stressed over probending matches, which came with the territory of the game. Things looked up for a bit when he met Asami Sato, but alas, the cards weren't there; alcohol was, though, and teenage hormones. Still, now this young man was shouldering the responsibility of becoming a father. He had no time to address his emotional issues with the matter, nor did he have time to take care of his physical being. Tenzin had only ever heard of Korra's dealings with this upcoming parenthood, and he could only imagine what Mako was going through.

Pema was right—Mako was a good guy. Tenzin knew it to be true, but he still had his doubts- and finding the young man in his protégé's bed definitely impacted his opinion. Regardless, seeing the dark circles under Mako's amber eyes and the poor boy's exhausted posture was enough to make Tenzin feel sorry for him. The concern only intensified when he saw how Korra responded to it and heard how she felt.

The airbending master allowed his thoughts to flicker back to a suggestion he had made to Pema; one that was of airbending nomadic nature, but not one of his own character:

"What if we let the boys stay on the island?"

She had looked at him as if he had sprouted another head. She had asked what brought this idea out of him, and he explained his concerns. She readily agreed, though she still sounded a bit wary, considering the proposition wasn't something she'd expect to hear from him.

The way Tenzin figured, having the boys live on the island would relieve Mako of paying for living and food expenses, which in turn would relieve stress and allow him to save up money for other things—such as new clothes for him and his brother, the baby, and he could save the rest of his money for later. Not to mention it would cut his commute time down; instead of running all around the city, he could start the day off at the island, go to work, practice, and then go back to the island. As of now Mako was starting off at the arena, going to work, going back to the arena, going to the island, and then going back to the arena and getting in late. It probably wouldn't save him a lot of time, but it might alleviate a bit of pressure; or at least Tenzin told himself.

He had brought up the idea over a week ago; as to why Tenzin had yet to invite the boys to live under his roof, well…he had a few things holding him back. He supposed he wanted to wait just a bit longer to see how things would pan out. After this morning's events he certainly found himself second-guessing the offer. But the other thing that kept him from talking to Mako about the idea was because Tenzin already knew the answer.

That boy would humbly decline and go on about his day.

Tenzin wouldn't question it either. Whatever Mako's decision was, he would accept it. Maybe some people couldn't understand Mako's way of thinking, but Tenzin understood it all too well.

There was a saying Tenzin had heard growing up: "A man's conviction was to be respected, a man's pride was to be revered, and a man's love was to be admired." And as he went through life he found it to be true. He knew better than to question a man's convictions, and he knew that everything Mako was doing was for his own personal dogma. As much as it would pain him to watch such as young man wear himself down to his bones and threads trying to keep his world together, he would let it be.

He glanced at the clock again; eight o'clock. It was completely dark outside his office, aside from the few lamps that lighted the stone path. Tenzin saw something moving out of the corner of his eye, and turned around just in time to see Mako trudging along towards the entry of the main building. His gate was slow and he was a bit slouched; exhaustion radiated off of the firebender and could be felt all the way from Tenzin's office. He held a bag in his gloved hand, while the other one was stuffed in his jacket pocket.

Tenzin sighed heavily. His conscience was tugging at his ear and whispering to him about all of the things he was brought up to believe, and it reminded him that Tenzin was a kind person who couldn't leave anyone in a bind.

Running his hand over his face, Tenzin pushed himself out of his chair and made his way to his office door. He might not know how to feel about Mako's role in Korra's life right now, but he supposed he would have to push his conflicting feelings aside—for everyone's benefit.

Sure enough, when Tenzin spoke with Mako in the hall just minutes later, he got the answer he had anticipated. He had stopped Mako on his way to see Korra—just down the hall from her room. They exchanged brief small talk;

"How are you doing?"

"Fine, sir. And you?"

"I'm doing well—how was work?"

"Alright; just long."

"I take it you're on your way to see Korra?"

"Yes, sir."

And that's when he eased the conversation into the topic pertaining to Mako and Bolin's current living arrangements. He brought up all of the concerns he had about Mako's daily schedule and how stressful it must be for him, but he kept it short and decided it was best not to go into too much detail. Mako was a smart boy from what Tenzin had gathered. He was sure to pick up on all the underlying implications. And he knew that this was a straight up formal conversation—men's talk, if it were to be called that. This wasn't a conversation where the people involved revealed all their cards; emotion filled spades and begging diamonds. Mako wasn't one to pour out his heart to just anyone, and Tenzin supposed he wasn't really one to talk. But the airbender knew well enough to keep the request and the facts behind it simple.

So he asked.

And Mako declined.

Short, sweet, and just as predicted.

Mako thanked him for the offer, but respectfully told him that he was fine and could manage. He didn't go into detail about how he could manage, but Tenzin assumed that he meant he would just work harder to make everything play out as smoothly as possible.

Tenzin asked if he was sure, just to give Mako another chance.

Again, Mako declined by nodding his head and giving a simple "yeah" in response.

Before taking his leave, Tenzin made sure Mako knew that their doors were always open for him and his brother. Mako nodded with a small courteous smile, and thanked him.

They parted ways: Tenzin back to his paperwork, and Mako to Korra. Mako played the proposition off and kept it to himself, and Tenzin sighed when he got back to his office and beheld his majestic mountain of paperwork.

Well, at least he tried to talk to Mako. He didn't have time to worry about the young man now; Mako's answer had been enough to get at least some of his festering concern off his back. For the time being, the airbending master would dismiss the troubling affair. He had paperwork up to his eyeballs, and if he wanted to get to bed at a decent hour, then he had better start working.

She was pouting; no, pouting was too light of a word. Sulking was a much better description of Korra's state of mind. Tenzin had informed after her training today that she would no longer be permitted to train physically. She knew that the restriction would be upon her eventually, but she hadn't expected it to be so soon. She thought that she might be able to clear another month easy before having to sit around all day. But Tenzin reminded her that just because her body could still move vigorously, didn't mean that she should. No, from now on she was going to be meditating, reading, and listening to Tenzin lecture her on airbending history and practices whenever he saw fit. The idea of doing any of those things left a bad taste in her mouth, and made her trudge to her room once dinner was over. Her mood only dropped more when she lay down on her bed only to find that lying on her stomach was no longer comfortable.

It was a little after nine when she heard a knock at her door. She already knew it was Mako, and numbly granted him permission to enter.

"Wow, what's wrong with you?" Mako asked as he slid open Korra's bedroom door. "You haven't looked this down since Naga ate that batch of Water Tribe pastries your mom sent you." He stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

"Ha-ha," Korra bit wryly. "No, Tenzin just cut me off my training regiment." She figured she should at least sit up to greet Mako; it wasn't like it was his fault she was in such a bad mood. She propped herself up on her elbow before correcting herself, "Well, at least the physical part, anyway." She completely sat up, crossing her legs and slouching forward with her elbows on her knees.

"Well, he told you that would happen, right?" Mako reminded. He stopped in the middle of her room, hoping to make some headway with this conversation before the contents of the bag went cold.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "I guess I just wasn't expecting it to be today though."

"I guess a heads up would have been nice," Mako said.

"Yeah," Korra scoffed. "Just a little." She was about to go on, but she noticed the plastic bag in Mako's hand, "What's in the bag?" She pointed and gave him a curious stare.

"Something I think that might help cheer you up," Mako smiled. He sat across from Korra on her bed and handed her the bag. She took it from him, still looking between him and the bag, wondering what it could possibly be. When she started digging around inside, the smell of food assaulted her and the boxes inside appeared to be take out. She suddenly had a very good feeling about just what was in the take out boxes.

Once she had opened one of the boxes, the sadness that had been present on her face melted off in an instant, and it was replaced with a smile filled with excitement and eyes star-struck with gratitude. "You're my favorite person in the world, you know that?"

"Well I mean, I know I'm great, but it's always nice to be reminded."

"Shut up," Korra chuckled before lightly punching Mako in the shoulder. "But seriously, thank you."

"Not a problem," he smiled as Korra began to fish through the bag. "I know you've been talking about how much you've wanted meat lately, so I figured I'd stop by Narook's and take advantage of the Water Tribe food there; that and I hadn't eaten yet." Mako couldn't even begin to count how many times he had heard Korra mention how badly she wanted meat. It was a simple craving, but being on an island of vegetarians made finding such a delicacy difficult, and since Korra was on lock down, she couldn't just go out to the city to get some. So in an effort to put a smile on her face, and maybe stop her complaining, Mako decided to oblige her food cravings. He supposed he should be grateful; at least Korra wasn't craving anything ridiculous.

"How much do I owe you?" Korra asked as she took a take out box out of the bag.

"Nothing." Mako shrugged as he reached into the bag and took out an identical box. "It's on me."

"Are you sure?" she asked. "I'm sure Tenzin wouldn't mind reimbursing you—Spirits know he's probably sick of me complaining about craving it."

Mako couldn't help but chuckle slightly; poor Tenzin had probably sighed more in the last week than he had in a long time. He'd have to save his breath, though- there was still so much more to come. "It's fine." He immediately directed the conversation to a different topic—he didn't need Korra trying to chide him spending money needlessly on her. "So what kind of training are you going to be doing now?"

Korra took a deep breath; of course Mako would dodge the topic of finances and work. She let it out in a noisy sigh, popping open the carryout box as she did so. "I'll still get to do some light exercise, but other than that it's meditation and lectures from the master." The smoky smell of the meat shoved neatly off to the side of the box filled her nose and dimmed her snide attitude. She could swear the aroma was almost relaxing.

"Probably for the best," Mako commented nonchalantly as he took a dumpling out of his box. "Maybe meditating more and reading will help you unlock your airbending."

"Maybe." Korra's eyes shown with uncertainty and skepticism as she shrugged and averted her gaze.

"Well you'll never know if you don't try." Mako offered her a smile. "Maybe spending more time doing those things will give you the boost you need."

"Can we talk about something other than my airbending training?" Korra's eyes pierced Mako like a spear. She didn't like being reminded that she was practically an airbending failure. She'd been with the air nomads for over a year now and she had barely made any progress.

"Okay," Mako started slowly. He wasn't sure he should even tread into the next territory, but he felt like he should ask. He supposed they needed to start talking about it more and he didn't want to seem like he didn't care by not asking. "How's the baby doing?"

"Ugh." Korra visibly slouched as a heavy sigh escaped her gaping mouth. "Fine, I guess." Her tone was borderline sardonic; the baby wasn't exactly what she had in mind when she asked for a subject change. She still wasn't comfortable talking about it. Granted, she was coming to terms with everything with each passing day, and she did care about it—she even found herself talking to it sometimes whenever things were quiet and she was by herself. She supposed she just wasn't ready to openly talk about it with others yet. She hated the attention she got; how everyone's eyes immediately zoned in on her stomach and how she felt like her identity was slowly being taken over by the child in her womb. "Still pregnant and still getting bigger." Her eyes scanned the ceiling as she pondered whether or not her next words were too much information. "My boobs still hurt and my body is still changing at an unsettling rate."

Mako's eyes temporarily traveled with Korra's at the mention of her chest. He wasn't dumb—he had noticed that they had gotten bigger. He couldn't help but restrain a chortle though at the memory of Bolin greeting her with a bear hug last week and Korra yowling in pain. Bolin immediately put her down, apologizing and asking what was wrong. Korra had been leaning over a tad with her arms wrapped around her chest. "My chest hurts," she had said.

Of course, Bolin assumed that she meant 'my heart/lungs/what-have-you' hurt'. She then corrected him with an awkward gaze and a flatly stated, "My chest hurts."

It took the earthbender about three seconds before he finally caught on to what Korra was insinuating. "Oh…oh gosh, I am so sorry!" Bolin's face flushed red, and Mako decided it was time to take his leave, before Bolin embarrassed them any further.

"I guess that means everything's going well," Mako agreed casually, taking his eyes off of the ceiling to meet her blue eyes simultaneously. It was enough to make his heart skip a beat and bring a crooked smile to his tired face.

"Guess so." Her smile mimicked his, and unknowingly, her heart mimicked his as well. "But enough about my weird bodily changes." Korra offered Mako a smile. "How was your day?"

"It was alright. Work was long, but at least I'm off the day after tomorrow." He took a moment to take a bite of his food. He hadn't realized just how hungry he had been. Fatigue had numbed his stomach and before he knew it the day was nearly gone and he had hardly eaten at all.

"That's good—you've been working too hard lately."

"Nah, it's fine." Mako had to be quick on his feet when it came to talking to Korra about work. He knew just where the conversation could go if he wasn't. "And probending practice went well."

"How's the new waterbender doing?" She had to say, she was a little bit jealous of the new recruit. Korra was the Fire Ferrets waterbender, and she couldn't help but feel a little protective of her now-former title.

"He's doing good. He's still a little rough, but he's coming around," Mako replied as he scoped out his food to see which article would be his next target.

"Is he going to be ready in time for the match this weekend?"

"I think so." He picked out his next article of food. "I think he's just more nervous about facing the Rabaroo's earthbender," he chuckled.

Korra smiled. "Well, we'll be listening on the radio and rooting for you." Her heart skipped a beat, but it still made her smile lift a bit more, perhaps in nervousness. She hadn't exactly meant to include their child in the statement, but she had added it to one of their pastimes. Maybe it couldn't understand, let alone hear yet, but she liked to think the baby enjoyed listening to the probending matches on the radio as much as she did.

Mako chuckled, and her plural seemed to go unnoticed. "Thanks."

They ate, but hardly stopped talking. Bits of small talk, idle jokes, and recollections littered between bites and swallows. Glances, smiles, and secret heart palpitations brought forth laughter and subtle blushes.

And for a while, Korra forgot about what had been upsetting her before. This was always her favorite part of the day—sitting and talking with Mako, and just being. Mako wouldn't say it out loud, at least not to Korra at the given moment, but these visits were his favorite part of the day, too.

The next morning Korra was getting ready to start her first day of lightweight training and heavy meditation. She wasn't really looking forward to it, yet she found that she was coming to accept it with more vigor than she had the day before. Maybe Mako was right—maybe she just needed to spend more time meditating and reading to connect with her airbending. Tenzin had been telling her the same thing for nearly two years, but it was only now that her body was gradually being rendered enabled that she was beginning to consider that he might be right. Korra figured that she should at least try to make the best of her new training regiment, anyway; no use in pouting over it, or else she wouldn't make it anywhere with Tenzin, let alone airbending.

A soft knock reverberated through Korra's door and into her room. She hurriedly slipped her shirt on over her head before calling out for her visitor to come in. When she saw Tenzin step through the threshold, she assumed that he was coming in to either chide her to hurry up or to inform her of a change of plans. However, once she saw the envelope in his hand her blood ran cold from the anxiety that blossomed in her veins.

When he told her that the letter was from her parents her stomach plummeted and her heart raced, pumping the anxiety faster through her.

"It came in the mail yesterday, but I hadn't had time to go through the mail until late last night," he mentioned as she handed it to her.

Korra looked at the envelope with apprehension before gingerly taking it from her teacher. She slowly pulled it out of his hands, swearing that it would have fallen apart had she not handled it gently. She stared at the mail numbly and she bit the inside of her lip and rolled it between her teeth.

"I'm sure everything is going to be fine," Tenzin reassured her.

"Yeah," she agreed verbally, but her eyes betrayed her as she looked at her teacher.

"Would you like for me to stay?"

"No…It's okay."

"Alright." Tenzin turned to leave. He gave her one last look over her shoulder before departing. "Let me know if you need anything."

She nodded numbly, knowing that he meant if she needed a shoulder to cry on, then he was there. She appreciated the support, but right now she didn't want anyone. The last thing Korra needed was for someone to see her falling apart while she read her parents' response. She had been worrying about their reply nonstop since she and Asami had sent off the letter a week and a half ago; she had been counting the days and imagining which day her parents had probably got the news.

Still, this was it. This letter could easily confirm her fears or put them to rest. But at least the waiting would be over; she would have an answer. Whatever the outcome of the letter, she could take it and move on—even if moving on entailed her to cry and pick up the pieces of her broken heart in shame.

Korra slipped her finger under the secured flap of the envelope and began tearing it open. The sight of the paper inside made her heart jump and the palms of her hands tingle.

She handled the letter itself with such care, as if it were going to break, but she knew that she only used gentle motions because she knew that the letter could break her.

She unfolded it and her eyes immediately jumped to the top:

Korra,

We're not really sure where to begin or what to say—it actually took us a few days to come to accept this news and to come up with a decent letter to send you. Even now, we're still very concerned and shocked.

Korra breathed nervously through her nose, but her mind took relief when she noticed that this was her mother's handwriting. It made the Avatar feel much better knowing that her mother was writing the response; while both of her parents were sound and reasonable people, her mother was always much more so than her father.

We definitely weren't expecting a letter from our daughter telling us that she's pregnant. It's not something we were expecting to hear—not until you were married at least.

But your father and I let it sink in for a few days before writing to you, and we're both glad that you tried to tell us everything you could through your letter. Though we still have a few questions,

Is it really safe for you and the baby in the city? What kind of person is Mako? Is he really willing to stay and be a father? How are you going to train if you're pregnant? How does Tenzin feel about this? How do you feel about this?

We're sure you know that there's a lot that goes into taking care of a baby—but we're just concerned about whether you really know what you're in for.

But we know you, and we agree that coming home would be the wrong choice for you. And we understand wanting to keep Mako involved, even if we don't know him very well. We're just going to have to trust your judgment until we get to meet him ourselves. But we hope, despite how much of a jerk you've told us he is, that he still treats you right and is willing to take on this responsibility with you.

You're right, though—you can only disappoint people if you're disappointed in yourself. You have to do what's right for you, and it makes us very proud that you've come to that decision.

We just want you to know that, no matter what happens, we love you and we support you in everything you do. While we certainly weren't expecting to be grandparents anytime soon, we're still here for you. Never think we'll stop loving you because you hit a bump in the road.

We promise that you're still our little girl; we'll always be proud of you. Have confidence in yourself; we believe you can do anything you put your mind to. It's only a wrong turn if you think of it that way.

We want to come visit you some time—to get more questions answered and to help you in any way we can. We'll talk to Tenzin and Pema to arrange a time to come up, but until then, letters are going to have to do.

We love you so much and can't wait to hear from you and see you,

Mom and Dad

Korra had been biting the inside of her bottom lip through the entire letter, and her breathing had been a bit uneven as well. But once she reached the end of the letter, all signs of nervousness dissipated, and made way for the relief that was swelling in her chest. She wiped her eyes, too happy to realize that a thin layer of tears has coated them. She smiled, and even let out a chuckle.

They still loved her; she was still their daughter, and they wanted to make sure that she knew that through their letter. They didn't seem too disappointed, which she hadn't expected, and they were obviously concerned. But what had her on the brink of tears and on the verge of hysterical laughter was the support that had been conveyed through her mother's handwriting. She could practically hear her voice—every nuance and emotion. It almost made her feel silly for worrying so much.

She wished her parents were there right now; to hug them and thank them, and to laugh and cry in their arms. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so grateful and so relieved. They supported her and had faith in her, loved her and were proud. All of Korra's worries, while justifiable, were now null and void.

She continued wiping her eyes as her smile trembled. When she caught a moment in between each film of tears, she took a deep breath and looked around her.

Everything felt new; her room was bathed in the bright morning light of the sun, and a few dust particles danced as they ascended upward out her window. For the first time in months, she felt light as a feather and as strong as an ox mole—like she could take on the world.

Korra set the letter, barely folded, on her desk, and continued getting dressed.

She would write them a response later in the day.

She had meditating with Tenzin to get to.

My God this chapter shouldn't have been this hard to write, but what was hard was finding the motivation and time, as well as getting past my own pickiness. This past semester has been a rollercoaster of work and emotions. But I'll spare you all the details. It also takes a while to write each chapter because I get picky and tedious with it. And then when I reread it the process starts all over! I usually get hung up on how things sound and how wordy some parts get. But this chapter was sort of…all over the place, and some how it all manages to take place over the course of just one day. But everything holds importance someway or another and needed to happen to either help the characters to develop or push the story along.

So long story short this chapter was delayed because of school, work, lack of motivation, holidays, and family.

Anyways, as always: BIG thanks to my Beta, day-dreamer-101, and another big thanks to Konekonekonaito for the listening ear. Also a big thanks to Parvomutt over on Deviantart who also lent an ear! You guys rock!

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