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KW2, Day 7: In My Arms

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Aang lay awake, so content on a warm summer night that he didn't want to sleep. Why would he ever want to close his eyes and escape into some dream when he had the most amazing woman right here in his arms, snuggled up against him. He didn't dare move out of fear of ruining the moment.

Unfortunately, someone else happened to think it was a grand idea.

Tiny groans and whimpers started coming from a large basket on the far side of the bedroom, whose occupant started fumbling with the blankets.

Please go back to sleep, Kamala. Please go back to sleep! Aang prayed.

But she didn't. Her little whimpers turned into a wail. And just as he feared, the sound triggered her mother's maternal instinct. Katara was immediately awake and starting to sit up.

But Aang gently put a hand on her arm and smiled at her. "I'll get this."

"Are you sure?" she asked, as she always did. But her eyes were already starting to droop again.

"Yeah." he kissed the corner of her mouth. "Go back to sleep." he said as he got up.

Katara smiled warmly at him and laid down to do as he suggested, but she lazily watched him in admiration.

He tenderly scooped up the infant, murmuring softly, and her cries started to lessen right away. He then kissed her forehead before laying her on a mat to change her diaper.

As usual, Katara's heart melted. In the year he spent with her tribe, she remembered the other women being stunned when Aang would jump in and assist them with the babies. Or the laundry or the cooking, for that matter. The men of the tribe traditionally refused, since they found it beneath them, prefering to hunt or work on things more "manly".

Sokka had teased him about it, saying that they would never catch him changing a diaper. That is, until Suki beat him up once or twice after their son was born.

When Aang was finished cleaning her up, he washed his hands and took some berries from a fruit bowl and put them in a dish. Using clean water, he used waterbending to mash them into a sauce. And there he sat against the wall, baby in one arm, and the other patiently bending bits of the food to her mouth. Looking for all the world like the most content man in the universe.

Katara's eyes drooped more as her heart overflowed with love. With the knowledge that her baby was in good hands, she relaxed enough to fall back into slumber.


When she awoke, daylight was filling the room. Finding the bed empty next to her, she sat up and found her husband still with his back propped against the wall, dozing. And he still had Kamala in his arm, resting on his lap. She got up and crouched down next to him. With a hand on his shoulder, he perked up, blinked at her, and smiled.

"Were you up with her all night?"

"She wouldn't let me put her down." he explained.

Katara had to chuckle. "Can't say I blame her." she said as she snuggled her way under his free arm and leaned against him.

Aang didn't have the heart to tell Katara that his legs were cramped and his arm with the baby had fallen asleep. He wouldn't disturb this moment for the world. His family. His home. His loves. All he needed in this world was in his arms.
Well, this is my final fluffy entry for Kataang Week 2! I hope some of you out there enjoyed my attempts at writing. I might try to keep up with more, but it'll be good to get back to artwork
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That's just adorable, Aang would be the best daddy ever!!!!:love::love: