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Aang crept into the room. The fire in the fireplace was just dying down. His wife Katara lay on her bed, sound asleep. They were expecting a baby girl. He slipped into bed beside her.
"Goodnight, Katara," he whispered, and he fell asleep.
The morning sun woke him. He got up and got dressed. Katara was already in the kitchen when he got there.
"Why don't you go sit down, and I'll finish making breakfast." She curled up on the cozy couch, facing the fireplace. He finished cooking and curled up next to her, handing her a plate. He shot a bolt of fire and lit the fireplace. It was nice, sitting with her on these cold mornings in the Southern Air Temple. Sokka was visiting Suki on Kyoshi Island, and Toph was home, explaining everything to her worried parents.
They ate their breakfast in silence, enjoying each other's company. Finally, Aang broke the silence.
"What should we name our daughter?" he asked. They hadn't touched on the subject since Katara became pregnant.
"I don't know. She'll be so important, as the Avatar's daughter," she whispered, suddenly worried. She couldn't meet his eyes. He lifted her chin; their eyes met. He kissed her gently.
"Don't worry; we'll decide on something," he whispered to her.