Gold.
“Come on Korra. You have to have more ideas than just the eye color.” Asami protested as she finished tying her son’s shoe.
The two women were siting at small table beside the park as Asami’s toddler son played with the other kids, the older ones helping him walk around and following close behind when he tried to run on the uneven ground. The day was meant to be a last minute shopping day for whatever was left out for her long awaited baby, but they both decided to take a break when he feet started to hurt with all the walking.
“Why? I’ll be happy with whatever my baby looks like, the preference and I hope I’ll only really have is that they have Mako’s eyes.” She shrugged as she stirred her drink with her brightly colored straw.
“Yeah, but what else?” Asami asked as she set Taro on his feet to let him run back to his new friends. “When I was pregnant with Taro I was deadest on him having curly black ha
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