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It didn’t take much to wake Sokka up these days. Not after the countless assassination attempts; both on his life and his husband's life. But now, when there was so much more at stake, Sokka found he didn’t sleep as easily as he once did. The secret that only their closest friends, the kyoshi warriors, and trusted guards had been privy to. The skeptics and rumors that flooded the nation as their Fire Lord took a step back from public view. Iroh heading the nation as figurehead while Zuko kept to the East Wing of the palace.
In an instant, his senses were on high alert, hand diving under his pillow where he kept the dagger that Zuko gifted him on their wedding night. Eyes focusing, waiting for any inkling of an intruder, that was, until he heard the all too familiar sound of Zuko throwing up into the pot he had begun to keep next to his side of the bed.
Sokka relaxed, hand releasing the edge of his weapon before scooting closer to Zuko. “Babe?” He asked as he rose into a seating position next to Zuko. His hand coming out to rub soothing circles along his back, his other hand resting on his leg.
“I hate this.” Zuko muttered, placing the pot back down, leaning into Sokka and sighing. “I mean.” He corrected himself, his free hand coming to rest along the noticeable swell of his stomach. “I don’t hate this.” He reiterated. “ I hate throwing up.” He clarified, Sokka letting out a light laugh as he placed a kiss on Zuko's cheek.
“I know, babe.” He replied, hand moving from his thigh to rest on top of Zuko’s.
“I love this.” He rephrased, finally making eye contact with Sokka for the first time that evening.
“I love this, too.” Sokka replied, smiling at the fluttering of movement beneath his fingers.
“She loves this, too.” Zuko said, content.
They would stay there for what seemed like a lifetime. Their breaths in time as the candles flickered to life. Until Zuko tried to kiss Sokka back and was met with a demand for the Fire Lord to brush his teeth first. Met with airy laughter and a vow to kiss him as much as he wanted when the task was done.