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“What’s this festival for?” Katara asks.
“I don’t know,” Zuko mutters, half asleep.
“It’s literally for you, what do you mean you don’t know?”
“Something about having babies….or something.”
“EXCUSE ME?”
“You’re excused.”
Katara is stuck between hyperventilating and glaring at Zuko.
She settles on both.
“We can’t have kids yet,” Katara hisses.
Zuko finally opens his eyes. “Katara, the festival is to pray to Agni for fertility, not force us to have sex in front of everyone.”
“I don’t trust you after last year,” Katara accuses.
“Ok, that was all Sokka. I told him toddlers wouldn’t make good enough popsicles to lure in wolf-rabbits,” Zuko says defensively.
“That was fucking insane,” Katara rages. “Do you even hear yourself?”
“Can I just sleep?” Zuko asks.
“No!” Katara whisper-yells.
She had long ago realized she had to act formal in front of everyone.
She learnt to internally panic instead of outwardly raging.
Zuko just pulls Katara’s head into the crook of his neck.
The scent of Fire Lilies is comforting.
It takes less than a second for Katara and Zuko to be curled up in the royal palanquin.
People start cheering when the curtain closes.
Katara sighs. “I think people think we’re having sex.”
“Let ‘em. Perverts, all of them,” Zuko dismisses.
Katara chuckles.
They enjoy the cheerful sounds of the public till Katara finally speaks.
“You know, I wouldn’t mind having a kid.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I think it would be nice.”
“Good, cause we’re having a kid.”
“WHAT?!”
“Jeez, relax, I was joking.”
“Thank the spirits.”
“We’re having two.”
“ZUKO-”