Sometimes it's easy to forget that there's always a third presence in the room when they're together. Kurama's always watching in one away or another — Korra's not even really sure if the spirit ever sleeps — and it feels kind of weird and intrusive and yet desperately, desperately needed right now. Because Kurama's seen the whole process, right? He was in Naruto's mother, and he's watched Naruto grow up ever since he was an infant, and if there's anyone who can kind of understand what it means to be a parent between the three of them, it's Kurama. As galling as the thought is.

Korra wishes that her own mother were present, and her lower lip trembles at the thought, even as Naruto's familiar warmth and weight wraps around her shoulders. Both hands raise at once to hook over Naruto's forearms, keeping him close as her vision swims under the prickle of heat in her eyes.

"I swear, if Kurama and Naga have just been hiding this from us, I don't even — that's terrible, you guys," mutters Korra, her mouth twitching at either corner as she turns in Naruto's hold and buries her face against his neck. Her heart thrums somewhere between panic and elation. Tension and release. "And if our baby has your hair, I'm never forgiving you."

She freezes, chin hooking over Naruto's shoulder. "Our baby. We're making a tiny person."