Protection. Right. Of course Naruto wouldn't expect something like this when they've been... careful. Not that careful, though, if Korra's honest. She knows that there are many different ways to keep from getting pregnant, methods that she briefly researched and honestly didn't retain too much of when she made the decision to be intimate with Naruto. Each more intrusive than the last. Having something physical there, easy to wear and easy to remove, is fine. Visible. Tangible. But Korra's never taken well to the idea of being more restrictive than that.

Taking medicine for the sake of preventing a life from being born, it feels too much like interference. Feels too much like a choice, when really, this kind of thing should be left to chance. What will happen, will happen. Korra's never wanted to control every detail.

Still, the buzzing against her skin dissipates in a moment when he asks — what do you want to do?

Korra's gaze sharpens as she sits up, brows furrowed as she quickly reaches a hand out for the one Naruto rests gently on her knee. By contrast, her grip is firm and tight, shifting until their fingers lace.

"Are you kidding me? Why is that even a question? Of course I'm going to keep the baby. I could never — I could never give up the baby for someone else to take care of. I always wanted kids anyway, this is just earlier than I expected." Korra's lips remain faintly parted, a frown still pinching at her brow as she drops her free hand tentatively to the jut of her hip.