A/N: I finally finished!

Zuko sighed into the phone as Aang explained. Bumi was a non-bender, now at the age of 6 they knew that he was not graced with the ability to bend. He knew Aang would love his children whole heartedly, bending abilities or not, but he also knew that Aang's whole race depended on an Airbender child. "What about the new baby," Zuko asked, referring to the 7 month pregnant Katara.

"I'm not sure, Katara says that he or she feels strong, but we can only hope," Aang answered. They talked for a little while longer before Aang excused himself, saying he needed to attend to Katara. With a short goodbye, Zuko hung up the phone and leaned back in his office chair.

Zuko remembered back when Katara and Aang first got together; Aang had been so focused on having to repopulate the Airbenders, and Zuko wanted to help as much as possible, he felt he needed to redeem the past Firelords' mistakes. After a fruitless search for any signs of any living Airbenders, they knew that it was only up to Aang having his own children.

Aang had been dating Katara for only a few years, and he felt it wrong to pressure her to do something so big. The Airbender was 18 when he proposed to her, and only a few years later they'd had Kya. Zuko fondly remembered Aang being extremely excited when his first child was born. He'd gushed for hours over the phone, and all the Firebender could do was listen and smile.

Years later, they soon discovered Kya's ability to Waterbend. Aang had still been proud of his daughter, and that she'd carry on the Southern Water Tribe bending for her mother, but Zuko could tell his slight disappointment.

When Bumi was born, the routine started all over again. But Zuko couldn't complain, he wanted this as badly as Aang did, it was another step in healing the scars his nation had left on the world. Now they knew of Bumi's progress, with another baby on the way. Zuko could only hope this would be the one.

He'd visited the Southern Water Tribe for the birth of the baby. It was a beautiful baby boy, and Zuko could see plain as day, how attached Aang was to this baby. Tenzin, they named him, looked like Aang in so many ways with his gray eyes and brunette hair. Zuko felt confident in this time.

He received monthly, sometimes weekly, phone calls from Aang. He told him about things Tenzin did, or just a small action that made Aang believe more. "I believe in Tenzin," Aang said one call, "I love all my children equally, you know that, but there's just something about him."

"I understand Aang," he replied. It seemed that conversation had determined the future, barely a year after that phone call, Aang told him the news.

It was a few days before Aang usually called him, so he wasn't expecting any call that day. He was working in his office when the phone rang; Zuko had nearly jumped out of his chair at the sound. Gathering his thoughts, Zuko answered and to his suprise he heard Aang's voice on the other side.

"Zuko, ohmyspirits, you're not going believe this. It's Tenzin," Aang cried, "He's an Airbender."

He almost dropped the phone in shock; it took him a minute before he could get his voice to respond. "A-Are you sure," he asked.

"Yes, I saw him, we were at the park and the kids were playing tag and he propelled himself into a tree. I can't believe Zuko, he's an Airbender," Aang explained. That's when the tears began to spill; he could here Aang's cries of happiness over his silent sobs. Tears poured from his eyes, emotions wracking his body, it was all so surreal. After a moment, he wiped his eyes and cleared his throat.

"Zuko, I-I'm making you Godfather," Aang said suddenly. Zuko felt himself choke up once more, was he hearing correctly.

"You've been with me and supported me in everything I've done, it's the least I could do," Aang continued, sniffing.

"Thank you, so much," Zuko replied.

"No Zuko, thank you," he insisted. Zuko felt so relieved, knowing that the world was slowly healing, the scar slowly fading away. They had made it through this part, and he believed that Aang and he could continue to heal the world, together.

A/N: Myah~! The feels, I cried. I hope you enjoy, please R&R! It's greatly appreaciated.