A/N I wanted a break from the story with a plot so I went for something fluffier. It's the story of Jake and Neytiri's kid growing up on Pandora. It's my take on what childhood is like among the Na'vi.

"Neytiri? Why are you crying?"

Jake's mate rubbed her eyes furiously, blinked several times before she turned to look at him. Jake was confused. Mo'at had sent him here, telling him rather cryptically that her daughter had a joyous surprise for him. Neytiri held out her hands to him. Jake took them and knelt next to her.

"My Jake," she sighed, squeezing his fingers, "I have only happy tears." But even as she said the words, her lips quivered violently and she burst into tears again.

"Tell me what's wrong," he pleaded, "I'll go make it right."

Her answer to this was to place his hands on her navel. His eyes widened as the meaning of the gesture dawned on him. Norm had told it was might be possible but was 'highly unlikely.' He'd said their genes were probably not compatible. But in the rare spare moments, Jake had thought of it and he'd hoped Norm was wrong.

"You have many children to look after as the father of the Omaticaya clan," Neytiri said, "But what I want to know is, can you look after just one more?"

There was a beat and then Jake launched himself into Neytiri, crushing her into a firm embrace. Neytiri laughed, stroking his hair with one hand and massaging his neck with the other. Jake kissed her face, muttering joyful words between each kiss, "Of course I can!"

He sat back, straddling her thighs. His touch became gentler as if he were handling something delicate. In spite of himself, he knew in the back of his mind an unborn child would be no safer with someone other than Neytiri, "How long have you know? How much longer? How are you feeling?"

Neytiri smiled at his eagerness. She had known for some time now that she wanted only Jake to be the father of her children. The reaction he gave her just then confirmed her decision, "My mother told me this morning. I had no reason to suspect it before she told me so I could not share my uncertainties with you. She says I will give birth around the time the Ikrans are hatching their young. And I am happy but a little unsettled."

"Wow," he looked away, lost in thought, "It happened the first time." A look she'd never seen before spread across his face. He leaned back and pulled her into his lap. "But why are you sad then? This is fantastic news."

"Eywa does not give impossible tasks but I had hoped this would not happen until our clan was more secure," she confessed.

Jake scoffed, "Have you seen what I accomplished when only the well being of my clan was my motivation?" It was true. They had already found a new Keutrel and new hunting grounds and for the most part, the clan was thriving in spite of their hardships, "I will do anything for this kid."

"I should not have doubted you," Neytiri apologized.

"Hey," Jake said, "It's not like you had no reason. My track record isn't perfect."

She didn't want to laugh at this but she could barely hold back a smile. She wiped her face dry.

"What else do you know?" Jake persisted, "Tell me everything."

"My mother could not tell me if it was a male or female which is strange. Usually Eywa will tell the Tshahik everything about the child but my mother learned little this time," she smiled at him, "But my mother told me our child was beautiful. And we will both be part of them. That makes me happy."

"It's all I want then," Jake grinned back at her.