The Perfect Child

Ozai paced back and forth in front of the door. It was not his first child, but there was something about the situation that made him worry. He did not like how long everything was taking. Already it had been five hours longer than it was for Zuko.

“Uh” Ozai turned around to see his two year old son at his feet, stretched arms that longed to be in the arms of his father. He smiled as he picked his precious child up; thankful he had Zuko there to distract him.

“And what do you want?” He asked the very young prince.

“Ma!” That was one word Zuko could pronounce the best. And it was the one word that meant the most to him.

“Not now son. Your mother is busy.” Ozai tried to calm Zuko down, but it was no use. Zuko wanted his mom and she was no where near. Just when Ozai thought all hope was lost, a nurse came to him.

“Your highness, she’s ready.” Ozai was thankful that finally the wait was over and finally Zuko would stop crying.

There Ursa sat, smiling at her new baby girl. She looked up to see her husband walk in with their son and called for them to come near. “Come see Ozai.”

Ozai listened to his wife and sat next to her on the bed. He looked in awe at their new child as he drew Zuko close to see. Zuko just watched as his parents smile at his sister.

“What shall we call her?” Ursa asked as she placed the tiny girl in the arms of her husband.

“Azula.” Ozai replied without any hesitation. “Azula, after my father.”

“Azula, I like that name. It sounds perfect.” Ursa smiled as she kissed Ozai.

“It is perfect. For a perfect daughter, my perfect child.”