The fire war renaissance

Chapter 38: What you don't want to hear, part one

In one of those rare moments that I looked back and read some of my own story, I noticed how much my writing and everything has changed. Even the length of the chapters has gotten so much bigger.

Hmmm, just a thought. But I suppose it makes sense, since I was only 14 when I started this story and now I'm almost 17 (man, that seems like a while).

Anyway, this chapter starts two major plot lines that will carry for the rest of the story, so pay attention.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: What You Don't Want to Hear, Part One

"Where are you going Suki? I'm making your favorite type of eggs." Sokka asked when he saw Suki all dressed and seemingly getting ready to leave. He placed his cooking pan down and walked over to her.

"I already told you last week that I had an appointment at week 23…geez, do you forget everything?" She spat him, bending down to pick up her shoes but Sokka beat her to it, picking them up himself.

"I suppose it slipped my mind a little," He told her quietly, leading her over to the nearby couch and proceeding to put on her shoes. Suki just looked the other way, refusing to meet Sokka's eyes when she knew he was staring at her the entire time.

"How are you feeling, you seemed a little spacey last night?"

"I'm fine…" She sighed, though Sokka could still sense the attitude rooted within her words. Suki looked down at her stomach, it was coming in more and more each day, and she officially thought she was lugging around a ball the local kids used to play with in her stomach. She rubbed her stomach and winced.

Sokka just looked up at her, alarmed by her sudden movements.

"She's just kicking, that's all." Suki explained.

"Has Dr. Peng even told you if it's a boy or girl yet?" Sokka asked quizzically. "Because it might be a boy, you know."

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" She spat again, sitting up abruptly and rolling her eyes. Sokka rolled his eyes as well, Suki's frequent moods were so common place to him, he forgot what it was like to have a normal conversation with her that didn't involve fighting, calming down, admitting the other was wrong, kissing, or…well, doing other things.

"As long as you and the baby are healthy afterwards, I'll be happy with anything." He reached for her while she moved towards the kitchen, and hugged her from behind. He placed his arms right under her breasts and above her quickly perturbing stomach, squeezing her slightly. She let out a little moan, and Sokka even thought he saw a little smile.

"Eggs?" She asked softly, turning her head to face him.

"Some eggs to go, coming up."