Title: Mood Swings
Summary: [From a prompt given to me by a lovely anon on tumblr. Thank you, anon! | Dealing with a pregnant wife and her mood swings was definitely something Mako wasn't ready for. | Makorra. | T-rated]
Word Count: 1020


Mako sat on the edge of the bed, completely bewildered at the events which had just occurred. His police uniform and white wife beater thrown carelessly on the floor a few steps away from where he sat, and the boxers he surprisingly still had on his body were pulled down his hips just the slightest amount. His brows furrowed in confusion as he racked his brain for what the hell could have triggered the sudden rejection from his wife. One minute, she was all over him – ravishing his bare skin with kisses and gentle touches to areas only she knew could make him squirm – and the next, pushing him off of her, yelling obscenities as she stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door on her way out.

Had he done something wrong? Had he pushed her a little too far, given the fact that she was pregnant?

Pregnant.

Wait a minute…

Everything clicked from him in that moment.

His wife was pregnant.

"And to think I was worried about the lack of mood swings…" he muttered quietly to himself, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. Truth be told, the young pro-bender turned Republic City police officer had been wary of the lack of pregnancy symptoms from his wife during these early stages, causing his mind to wander in to terrifying territory. Thoughts of her possibly not being pregnant, and it being a false alarm often swam through his mind. Granted, she did have the cravings he had heard about; however, other than that, the only other symptoms she experienced were morning sickness and the lack of her menstrual cycle, which was the clear indicator to both he and his wife that she was indeed pregnant.

Mako absentmindedly tugged his boxers back in to place and fell back on the bed with a loud groan. He didn't understand the sudden mood swing his wife had just experienced. From what he had learned, pregnant women had raging hormones like a teenager, if not worse. So why had she suddenly changed her mind?

He figured it best to not dwell too much on the subject and fell back against the bed. He threw his arms behind his head and focused his gaze on the ceiling, mentally drawing pictures in the texture of the drywall. His lame attempt at distracting himself to avoid over-analyzing the past events was abruptly cut short the moment he heard the footsteps of his enraged wife making her way down the hall.

He gulped.

In an instant, he shot up and out of the bed, scrambling to his feet and scanning throughout the room in preparation for the event he had to make a quick escape.

Korra always had the ability to put fear into the young man, but never this much.

The doorknob began to turn, and the door began to push open, causing Mako to flinch even the slightest amount. He had no idea what to expect, and that terrified him the most. With his wife this angry, he wouldn't be surprised if she burned the house down or started an earthquake just by yelling at him. For what, he still had yet to determine.

The small yet fit body of his wife emerged from behind the door. Her brow was furrowed and her eyes pierced through him like daggers.

This would not be good.

"Korra," Mako squeaked, stumbling backward, "I know you're mad at me, and I understand it's because you're pregnant, but babe, you have to cut me some sla—hey!"

Just like that, he was staring back up at the drywall of their bedroom ceiling, confused as to what just happened. His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of lips at his neck and hands tugging his boxers down painfully slow. What in the hell was going on?

"Korra," her name escaped his lips in a low groan. His will to fight against her actions was beginning to die out the moment her lips made their way up his neck, to his jawline, and ending at his lips. Her name came out of his lips once again, muffled by the work she was putting in against him. His hands came up to cup either sides of her face, and all of his resolve to pull away and question what was happening flew out of the window. Her tongue somehow found its way into his mouth and began to gently massage his own before moving to tickle the roof of his mouth, something she knew drove him insane.

It was that exact moment that he stopped dead in his tracks, and gently pushed her off of him just enough to squirm away.

"No, no, no. I can't do this, Korra," he said through shallow breath, standing before her and pulling his boxers back in to place once again. He noticed his wife stare at him, dumbfounded and seemingly on the verge of tears. "You're confusing me with these mood swings way too much!"

How in the hell was he going to handle this for six more months?

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Mako?" Korra growled, tears threatening to spill over. "You're the one giving me mixed signals! What's wrong with you tonight?"

"Me?" Mako sputtered. "What is wrong with you? You pushed me away earlier, and now you're all over me!"

"Forget it, Mako," the tears reached their limit, spilling over her cheeks despite her scowl. "You don't want me now, you won't want me when my stomach is the size of a melon!"

"Woah, don't you be turning this around on me! I was fine with this entire thing both times! I'm just confu-OW! What was that for?!"

"For being a giant prick!"

The door slammed shut, leaving Mako alone in the bedroom they shared once again, more confused than he was just minutes ago. He blinked a few times, trying to process what had just happened, but soon gave up, just as he had earlier.

With a sigh, he fell face first on to the bed and groaned into the sheets.

"Only six more months to go… Fantastic."