Katara sat in front of her mirror, holding with two fingers one hair...not one hair, but a white hair, she frowned at it, was she that old already?
"Sweetie! are you here?" Aang peeked in the room, a sweet smile on his face.
"oh good, youre here, whats that face? Youve been here for almost 30 minutes" he made his way near her and tenderly kissed her cheek, she slightly pulled away, still worried about her hair.
Aang frowned, but still tried to get her attention.
"Bumis playing with the acolytes, and I just managed to make Kya sleep..." he cleaned his throat as his face got closer to hers.
"were completely alone" he whispered.
Katara finally turned to him, she raised an eyebrow
"alone?"
he nodded, a grin escaping his lips
"completely? 100% sure?" she tried to confirm
"mhm...just you and me"
"me and you?" she smirked
at her words Aang dived in a kiss, her eyes slightly widening as her arms took place on his neck, when he tried to pull her hair, she frowned and pushed herself away...her husbands face confused, he looked down
"you dont want me to touch your hair? I thought-"
She interrupted him with a long sigh, she turned to the mirror as if to check the hair she was so ashamed of was still there.
She felt Aangs warm touch, he had placed his hand on hers.
"is there something wrong? you can tell me" he gave her a weak smile.
Thats when Katara felt stupid, that was just a hair...she made her partner worry for a hair, a stupid whimp...then why did it felt like it wasnt just a hair? It sure felt more shaming than just a hair.
Her thoughts interrupted at Aangs soft tone
"Katara, what is it?"
She looked away "dont you see it?"
Aang showed a confused frown, he tried to spot something wrong on his wifes face, but he didnt see a thing out of place, her hair perfectly fell down her back, her skin seemed soft as always and her eyes were their usual deep ocean blue...he sighed, a smile escaping his lips
"Aang?" Katara make him out of his thoughts
he blinked a few times before speaking "uh? its just, youre- youre beautiful" he smiled once again
Kataras face softened "you...you dont see it?"
"what?"
She picked in her fingers the hair in question
"im getting...old" she muttered
Aang looked at her, still finding her absolutely amazing..."having white hair is a bad thing?"
her eyes widened "you think its not?"
he pushed a strand of her hair under her ear
"in my culture, white hair show wisdom...the more you have and the more respectable you are...its sign of knowledge and responsibility"
Katara looked at him, her eyes wide, she looked at his gentle smile...at the sprinkles in his eyes.
"is that so?" she whispered, getting closer to him
he widely smiled and nodded
She sighed "Im almost thirty and...and Im starting feeling, you know...late, old"
Aang smiled "youre not the only one"
"we have two kids...I think its normal to feel like this, of course were late and old from their point of view but...without us getting old they wouldnt even be here"
"you know what? Im being selfish...at 14 I didnt even know if I could arrive at 16 without getting killed...Im lucky to get old, and Im even more like to get to do that with you"
she wrapped her arms around his neck
"same here" Aang breathed, before Katara kissed him.
"about that alone-time we were talking about earlier...we better hurry before Kya wakes up" she whispered
Aang smirked and before he even got to kiss her, they heard their 4 year old scream
"DAD! MOM! WHERE ARE YOU?"
A/N: I DIDNT UPDATE IN SOOO LONG AND IM SORRY but I didnt have idea and motivation at all, ive tried write something but nothing, anyways...idk how to feel abt this chapter, I wish you all could tell me what u think abt it so leave a comment or a vote!