Give me mister belly
meet me in that weird office park by the Arby’s you know the one we have a score to settle.
This is a prompt from when I was celebrating 1k followers!!!
“ZUKO!” Suki yells, eyes snapping wide open, fists and feet flailing outwards.
“AHH!” Sokka yells, falling backwards and off the bed, sharpie flying out of his hand to streak across the drywall and carpet.
Suki flops a hand over for the baby monitor. She brings it close to her lips. “Got ‘em, boys.”
Her cell phone dings. It’s unbelievably far away. She’d have to lean, like some kind of athlete.
Sokka’s phone starts dinging, loud enough to be heard over his groans. Zuko walks through the doorway, still furiously texting. He’s obviously trying not to make any facial expressions.
Ah. Scar must be acting up. He walks across the room -- deliberately stepping on Sokka’s butt to get there -- and hands Suki her phone.
did he fucking try to do it again
“Haha, yeah,” Suki says fondly. “He’s stupid.”
Zuko growls in frustration, lip twitching the barest amount.
“Guys,” Sokka whines, flipping over. “Sharpie isn’t going to hurt the baby.”
Zuko makes a vehement noise of disagreement, face impassive.
“Sokka, I already married you,” Suki says, rolling her eyes. She drags herself up to a reclining position. “I am under no moral or legal obligation to--”
He rolls to his feet, tucking the hem of his shirt into his collar as he does so. “Miwster Bewwy misses his wife.”
Sokka scrunches his belly so that his sharpie face appears to be frowning.
Zuko and Suki exchange a glance.
“Look, I’m eight months pregnant, you field this one,” Suki informs him. Zuko nods sharply, and begins texting again.
“Miwster Bewwy divowced?” Sokka faux-sobs.
“At this rate?” Suki muses.
Zuko nods sharply.
