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Tahno sat behind the wheel of his large sailboat as they cruised on the open water towards a special spot he and Korra had found years ago. It was a sandbar that seemed to appear out of nowhere and made the water feel safer for their grand-kids to jump off the deck and into the relatively shallow water. Granted, it was still fifteen feet deep, but at least it was better than fifty feet, and the water was clear enough here that they would be able to spot the “sea monsters”, as Tahno and Korra’s youngest granddaughter, Lani, would say. Speaking of, the precocious six year old had climbed into his lap so she could “help” him steer the boat. While Lani was undoubtedly her own unique person, with her curly black hair, Tahno couldn’t help but be reminded of how his little sister Sura had looked at that age, and a wistful smile sprung onto his face as the ghosts of fond, old memories weaved through his thoughts.
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Korra was doing much better now that she had gotten the epidural. Tahno traded hands and tried flexing the one she had nearly broken with her iron grip in rhythm with her contractions.
“Sorry,” Korra muttered in exhaustion.
“Don’t worry. I can’t say I didn’t expect it,” Tahno replied with a small, grateful smile that she wasn't squeezing the life out his hand anymore. “Are you doing better now?” he asked, his concern clear on his face.
“Oh yeah, I wish I had gotten this epidural sooner. I really am sorry about your hand though,” Korra apologized again as she gave him a puppy dog look that had Tahno melting into his chair.
“It’s okay, you can hurt me all you need to. I’m your slave tonight, and every other night for that matter,” he commented with a wink.
Korra rolled her eyes. “Can you not make your adorable innuendos when I’m six centimeters dilated?”
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It was always at Korra's family reunions when it fully hit Tahno how diverse and rich her cultural heritage was, from her father's Native Alaskan Inuit, to Nana's Asian and Indonesian heritage. The diversity of the family was best represented in the sheer amount and variety of food that was always available at these gatherings. The flavors were almost overpowering, from the spices lighting his mouth and lips on fire, to the various soothing and sweet concoctions of which he didn’t dare ask the ingredients, and his poor stomach always had a hard time keeping up. But he was happy to be here, and happy to be included and treated like one of the family. He couldn't count the number of times different members of the large family had clapped him on the shoulder, shook his hand, or even outright hugged him just upon making his acquaintance. Tahno wasn't used to this much human contact, but he was getting used to it. He was even picking up on some of the foreign languages the di