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“Shhh, son,” Aang gently lifted Bumi from his crib, pulling him securely to his chest.
The infant obeyed for the time being, lulled by the steady beat of his father’s heart. He snuggled into Aang's goldenrod robes, chubby fists curling into the fabric. Aang beamed, sweeping on light feet from his bedroom. He turned as he exited, ensuring that Katara was still asleep beneath the blankets.
“Want to see a sunrise?” Aang dipped his head to press a kiss to Bumi’s curly hair.
Bumi answered in gurgles and grunts, happy to be free from the constraints of his crib.
The outside air was chilly at this altitude but Aang could scarcely feel it. He summoned a warm breeze, moving the winds as though they were a part of himself. It took a moment to maneuver a length of cloth around his body, tying it just so to ensure that Bumi was safe. When he was satisfied, Aang seized his staff, flicking it open with practiced grace.
“Ready?” he asked his son brightly.
Bumi opened wide eyes, screeching in delight.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Aang grinned, taking off in a gust of wind.
Flying had always been his favorite part of being an airbender, but it took on a special kind of joy when his son was with him. Bumi was only a few months old, but he loved the winds as much as his father. Even now he was squealing with pure glee, doing his best to kick free from where he was swaddled.
Aang rose and dove, adding loops and spirals for both of their amusement. The sky passed rapidly from indigo to bright gold, the sun creeping over the horizon to greet them. By the time Aang began his descent, it was high overhead, shining light on the woman waiting for them below.
He touched down in front of Katara with a smile, leaning forward to kiss her. She held his face against hers, tugging lightly at his bearded chin.
“Did you boys have a good morning?” she asked, untangling Bumi from his sling.
Their son went joyfully into her arms, babbling up a storm.
“We did,” Aang answered, tossing an arm over her shoulder. “You’ll have to come next time.”
“Next time, wake me up,” Katara pinched him lightly, bouncing Bumi.
“Will do,” Aang promised, walking with his family back into the house, the day stretching out before them.