Katara is nine months pregnant and it is not going so smoothly. Fire Lord Zuko paced the long hallway as he heard the pained screams of his wife. The baby was coming soon, but the baby wanted to be difficult about it.

Katara fell against the pillows of her bed. She was feeling the immense pressure of the baby positioning itself. It was almost time for the baby to be born. The Waterbender midwife pressed her hands against Katara's belly. She felt the waves of the placenta move in the uterus. Then she felt the rough kicks of the baby.

Katara started to scream when the pressure began to build up. It was time for the baby to come. Katara begged the midwife for Zuko, who in return fetched the Fire Lord. Zuko walked briskly over to Katara's side. He held her hand.

Katara gave Zuko a smile. "It is time."

He nervously smiled and nodded. Then he turned his attention to the midwife who began giving Katara directions. "Ok, Katara I am going to need to start pushing."

Katara did she was told. The pressure was immense, she didn't know if the pain would ever end. The midwife told Katara again. Katara did it again. After a few moments the midwife shook her head.

"What is wrong?" demanded Zuko.

"Fire Lord, the baby is not in the right position. I will have to perform a C-section or the baby will die." The midwife began to make an incision at Katara's pubic bone. Zuko looked away scared to see his wife being cut up. Instead he focused on calming Katara.

"Katara, calm down, just calm down and you will be able to see the baby soon." Katara gave Zuko a weak smile as she shut her eyes close from the pain.

Finally the screams of a baby filled the Fire Lord's room. "It's a girl," the midwife announced.

The couple smiled at the baby as it was placed in Katara's arms. Then Katara started to lose conscious. Blood covered the entire bed; blood was on Zuko's arms and Katara's hands. It was everywhere.

Katara still clutched Zuko's hands. Then she spoke with a sleepy voice. "Zuko, I love you. Listen to me I don't have much time left."

"No, Katara you will fuck live." Zuko screamed as he looked at the midwife. "Save her." The midwife looked at Katara and shook her head.

"Zuko, listen." Her voice began softer and softer. "Prema, her name is Prema," was the last thing at Katara said before her blue eyes closed.

Zuko scream, "NO." The midwife pulled Zuko off Katara as Prema was placed into his arms. The baby was still crying. Her umbilical cord was cut, but she was still bloody and crying.

Zuko felt tears slip down his face as he handed his baby off to the midwife. Leaving Zuko alone he began to cry over her body. Katara's body was already losing warmth. Zuko stayed with Katara's body for three days before he let anyone prepare her body for the funeral.

"My Lord, please let her soul rest in peace. She would not want to see you like this." One of the maids said.

Zuko nodded and walked out the room to the baths. He let the cold water run over his body. Katara's dried blood washed off him. He cried as he watched his arms became their pale tone.

Zuko wrapped the red robe around him and walked the hallways of the palace. That's when one of the servants approached him. "Fire Lord, if you would like to see your baby she is the nursery sleeping."

Zuko nodded. "Yes, I think I will go pay Prema a visit." He walked into the large nursery and walked to the small crib in the corner. He saw the small tan baby sleeping in it. She was dressed in small Fire Nation infant clothes.

Zuko looked at Prema in disgust. This baby was the one that killed Katara, if it wasn't her she would still be here. Zuko looked at the child, and picked her up. She stirred slightly, but did not wake. At that moment Zuko was ready to get rid of the child like Katara originally wanted. But something inside him changed when Prema opened her eyes Zuko flinched.

Prema's eyes were a brilliant blue, just like Katara's. Silver tears coated his tears as he held his baby closer to him. "I can't get rid of you." He whispered.

Katara was buried in her place of birth, the Southern Water Tribe. Zuko knew that Katara would have wanted it that way. Zuko brought Prema to the funeral, the entire time he cried clutching his baby to his chest.

The week year old baby was bundled up in a red swath blanket with fur hood covering the baby's head. After Katara was buried Zuko was invited in for tea by Kanna, Katara's grandmother. They both sat in silence as Prema slept in the small baby sized cot.

"So, she died giving birth to Prema?" Kanna asked in a hushed voice. Zuko nodded tears in his eyes.

"I see, that seems like a fitting death for Katara, even if the death was premature." Zuko looked down feeling guilty for Katara's death.

"She was the best person in the world. I am so grateful that Prema lived, I am hoping that she will carry on Katara's legacy."

Kanna laughed and smile. A single tear slipped down her face. "Yeah, I bet she will be a great Waterbender she looks so much like her."

"Yeah," Zuko nodded wiping tears from his eyes as gazed at the sleeping Prema.

"You know she also looks like you."

"What do you mean?" Zuko asked confused his cheeks turning red.

"Your face she has your strong facial features, also your hair she has your beautiful black hair."

"Thank you Kanna," Zuko whispered as he gave Kanna a hug. The hug was interrupted by someone who walked into the tent. They looked up and found Aang who was walking into the tent. He gave a small smile and a bow. Zuko gave a nod in return.

"I should let you two talk." Kanna stood up and walked out of the tent.

Zuko turned to Aang who sat across from him. Aang has tears that rimmed his eyes. He sniffled letting no tears escape. It was he who spoke first. "Zuko, I am sorry for your lost."

He nodded, "I am as well. Thank you for your concern."

Aang gave a small smile as he started reminisce the memories of back in the day. "She looks so much like her. Prema is her name right?"

Zuko nodded. "She is a something that we created. We marvel at her, but we never planned for her. That is what I regret most, but I love her anyway. She is beautiful," Zuko said with tears filling his eyes as he looked down at his sleeping baby whose eyes were peacefully closed. "You look so much like Katara," He whispered, "if only she was here to see you."

Aang nodded, he missed Katara so much, and he wished that she was here. He wished that she was here to yell at him, to tell him that she didn't love him anymore. Aang lowered his head as one single tear escapes his eye and fell onto the floor.

Zuko leaned over and placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay it cry."

He shook his head and left the tent. The just as he did so Iroh walked in. His face was calm, but Zuko could see the pain in his eyes. He said nothing, but simply held Zuko in a tight hug and left him cry. Then Toph walked into the tent and joined in the hug, she as well cried, and then Sokka came in and sat there with a somber expression on his face.

He sat their silently crying.

In the end everyone recovered from Katara's death and went on with their lives. Zuko loves Prema very much and enjoys the company of Toph who has determined herself as Prema's surrogate mother and visits often.

Iroh has moved in with his nephew to help with the Fire Lord duties, but also on the sidelines he enjoys spending time with his adopted granddaughter.

Sokka has carried on the family legacy and visits his niece often. Kanna saw her great granddaughter one more time before she peacefully passed away in her sleep.

Aang also comes and visits Prema often and is known as 'Uncle Aang'.

Even though everyone recovered from Katara's death doesn't mean that they don't miss her. But they all know that her legacy lives on.

Let me say that I was ready to cry while writing this. I hope that, that isn't bad. Heh. But let me know what you think. PLEASE give me feedback, as much as you can!