MAKORRA: This One12Nervous.
She couldn't help it. No matter what, she knew something was wrong. Even though everything went fine during her ultrasound, and everyone was in high spirits about this one making it; something just didn't really seem right with her.
So far, the baby hasn't moved and she's been feeling cramps every now and then. She was very familiar with the cramps from previous experience, but these weren't as painful as the ones before that was what scared her.
She was quietly sitting on the couch in the living room and rubbing small circles on her expanded stomach. She was home alone while he was at work she hated being alone whenever she felt uneasy.
She got up from the couch to go get something to drink and was suddenly struck with another annoying cramp. She decided to just brush off the cramp and continue on with what she was doing. As she reached the kitchen, she was jabbed with another, strong cramp. She began to worry more.
Something's not right.
MAKORRA: This One5Bliss.
The feeling showered over her sleeping body. This time no nightmares of the invisible baby's cry taunting her on what she can't have.
The door to her bedroom quietly opened and soft footsteps made its way through the crack that the door made. The soft brushing of the carpet floor stopped in front of her. Black pants touched the cream colored carpet and pale, toned arms rested on the bed in front of her. Gold eyes stared hard at her sleeping face. A pale hand then reached out and brushed some wavy, brown hair off her face and gently beginning to rub her cheek, by slowly and tenderly running its nails over her dark skin. As the nails ran over the tinder skin behind her ear she slightly flinched at the feel of the stranger's nails run over her. She slightly cracked her eyes open to see who owned the hand that cupped her cheek.
"Mako?" She mumbled.
"Hey sleepy head." He said with a tender smile on his face.
Her eyes fully opened, taking in the few of his caring face. She guil
LoK: Four Years Later4Ever since the door closed, there was nothing but silence. Korra stared down her friend, trying to figure out what had changed for him over the years.
She realized that he still wore the same black pants and worn-out white tank top that seemed to have more rips and tears in it than from what she remembered. Korra then noticed that Mako now wore a sleeveless, button-up, Chinese themed top that she remembered seeing in the Fire Nation over his tank top.
While watching Mako, Korra realized, that just like Bolin, his muscles grew too, along with his height. His body was still slim and tall, but his new muscles were still visible. She remembered how her crush on the man came to be when she first met him. Mako still had his cool, yet calm, expression on his face that she thought was so attractive, now she just thinks it's a normal bored expression; there was nothing attractive about it to her now.
While Mako was putting on his new black coat, which reached all the way down to his calves, he