The Fire Nation family wasn't as powerful as it used to be, that was for sure, but the admiration still remained the same. And today was a day of celebration; the first public appearance of Firelord Zuko's child. No one was quite sure if the child was a boy or a girl, but there were talks amongst the sages that it was a little girl.

Amongst the crowds were Avatar Aang, Katara, Toph, Sokka, Suki and little Kya and Bumi.

"When is this darn thing gonna start?" twenty-six-year-old Toph complained.

This wasn't her idea, but according to her friends one must be supportive of each other, but babies weren't really her thing and going to a fancy party to celebrate the baby's birth seemed ridiculous. It wasn't like the baby was even going to remember, the baby was only a few days old for Pete sake.

Kya was clutching tightly onto her father's hand, she'd never seen so many people in her whole life. She buried her face in his robe, Aang knelt down and scoped her up into his arms, her little head nuzzled into her father's neck. Katara smiled at them before rubbing her daughter's back. Bumi was perched upon his Uncle's shoulders keeping a careful watch; Sokka had placed him on surveillance and the little three-year-old boy was determined to his job right. He kept a careful watch on the stage with a much smaller boomerang in his hand. Suddenly everyone in the crowd became quiet when the oldest Fire Sage came on stage.

"I introduce you to your crowned Princess Ursa." His voice boomed outwards.

Everyone in the crowd cheered and clapped their hands loudly. Zuko walked out with a small bundle of blankets in his arms. He held the little baby above his head and she squirmed excitedly and cooed. Bumi starred at the baby with wide eyed memorized. Katara starred at him, it was the longest amount of time she had seen her young son sit still. She elbowed Aang gently and he turned to face his son.

"She's so small." Bumi muttered as if he were in a trance of sorts.

"Most babies are when they're first born, you were smaller in fact." Sokka told his nephew oblivious to how his nephew looked like.

Five Years Later

"Tell us the story again! Please?" Ursa begged Iroh while sitting on his lap.

It was midday just after the lunch rush at the Jasmine Dragon and the store was practically empty aside from Iroh, Ursa, Bumi, Kya. Little Tenzin and Lin were asleep on a the back of the blanket. The Avatar and the Firelord were off doing some sort of Peace business to set up the new Republic City. Iroh of course was offered to join them but opted to watch the children. A task he found a lot less daunting.

"You've heard it so many times, Princess you must have it memorized by now."

The story was the modified version of the end of the war, one each of the children had heard countless times from their parents. A story that Iroh hoped would never have to happen again. He couldn't even think of any of his grandchildren (he had unofficially adopted Avatar Aang's and Katara's children) fighting in a war. They were so young so innocent. Innocence bliss their parents were robbed off.

"But it's just such a good story." Ursa mumbled half-heartily.

"I like how Uncle Sokka didn't need any kind of bending to help!" Bumi exclaimed and stuck a tongue out at his sister, "it means I can be a good fighter when I get older without bending."

When Bumi was first born and shared the same grey eyes as his father everyone thought he was the next airbender the world was waiting for, but time passed and the boy showed no type of bending ability. Even though Katara and Aang tried their best to show their son that it didn't matter some of the rumors reached him and for a long time last summer Bumi secluded himself from his bending sister and Ursa.

The next airbender came though in the form of Tenzin, Bumi's little brother. At first Bumi was a little indifferent to him but that seemed to smooth over. Bumi was back to his usual self now.

"You can be a very good fighter Bumi, I'm sure your Uncle would show you the way around a sword," Iroh told him poking the little boy's slightly pudgy belly, "but let's hope you'll never have to fight."

Ursa looked up to her grandfather, "Granddad?" Iroh would never admit to anyone how much hearing that one simple word made him feel so warm and happy.

Iroh turned his attention to Ursa, whose little top knot hairs kept tickling his chin every time she moved her head. He was fighting to hold back the giggles. She stared up at him with her intense amber colored eyes.

"Do you think there will be another war?"

It was such an intense question and one he wasn't expecting from a five-year-old. Especially a five-year-old who was so sheltered from the unrest with the Fire Nation Colonies. Iroh knew that his nephew had placed a ban on any of that talk in the palace. He rubbed his chin and all the children seemed to be quiet.

"I hope not little one," Iroh answered honestly, "but let's hope not all right? War is very very bad children….many people died in that war."

"Like Grandma Kya?" Kya piped up from the corner.

Katara had made sure that Kya knew of her brave namesake who died to save Katara. She made sure Kya and Bumi knew to be grateful of all the lives lost in the war.

"Like Grandma Kya," Iroh nodded, "and many many more. To think of the list of people would be too painful for me."

"Are you sad about their deaths Granddad?" Ursa asked playing with the end of her robes.

"Yes and no. I'm sad because they're gone and didn't get to see this peaceful new world but I am happy because I know they didn't die in vain and that I will be joining them in the afterlife." All of his thoughts went to seeing Lu Ten, his own little soldier boy.

Six Years Later

Eleven-year-old Ursa sat perched in a tree watching as Bumi and Sokka fought with their swords in the courtyard of the recently built Air Temple Island. She didn't know what it was but every time she saw Bumi she got this warm feeling in her tummy, one she didn't have before. It was weird. Lately she'd laughed too loudly at his jokes, mumbles something incoherent and talked really fast. She blamed it on the feeling in her tummy, she didn't like it. Not at all.

"Tenzin! I'm gonna get you!" yelled Lin Bei Fong, despite being such a small girl she had a very very loud voice.

Startled Ursa jumped up and missed her gripping on the tree falling to the side.

"AH!" she screamed as she felt herself hurtling to the ground at alarmingly fast rate. She closed her eyes waiting for the impact but there was nothing aside from a soft oof. Ursa opened one eye slowly before the other. She was on the ground, so maybe it hadn't been that far down. She reached forward placing her hand on something…squishy? Huh? She starred at the ground to find that it wasn't the ground but Bumi.

"Bumi!" she cried, "Are you okay? I didn't kill you did I?"

Bumi rolled over starring up at the concerned looking little girl and couldn't help but to laugh at her worry.

"I'm fine, sorry. I was trying to catch you but was too late and decided breaking your fall would be the next best thing." Bumi pulled up his knees. His pants legs were torn and the knees were bleeding.

"Do you wanna me to get your Mom? Or Kya?" Ursa said quickly, "are you gonna die? You're bleeding."

Bumi was taken back by how much the little girl cared. He reached forward taking her warm clammy hand. Ursa felt her cheeks warming themselves.

"I'm fine Ursa."

She's really going to be a pretty woman, Bumi couldn't help thinking it. And then being angry at him for thinking it, the Princess of the Fire Nation? What was he crazy? And she was only eleven and probably would grow to marry a much more prominent Fire Nation citizen who was a Master Firebender and not the only child of the Avatar who couldn't bend.

Sokka watched the pair with an amused expression remembering back to the first time Bumi see Ursa way back when he was a toddler. Suki was right, she'd been telling him for years that they liked each other and the scene that was playing in front of him was proof enough. He walked out of the court yards and into the kitchen where Katara and Toph were sitting, somewhat civil talking about how to raise their children.

"Katara, I think Bumi is gonna be the newest addition to the Royal Fire Nation family?"

Katara squinted at her brother, "what? What are you talking about?"

"Ursa and Bumi. Ursa was up in a tree and fell and your son practically dived head first to save her. Now that's true love."

Katara snorted, "what are you the master of love now?"

"Katara," Sokka sighed, "the way he looked at her and the way she looked at him, I'm calling it. They're gonna get married."

"Please Sokka, they're just children especially Ursa. She hasn't yet to see the world and neither has Bumi, just let's not force anything upon them."

A/N: continue yes or no?