It's a little hard to watch Naruto crying while imagining him playing the sort of role that Korra's father did in her life. He looks younger with his cheeks flushed heavily pink and his breath staggered, drawing out that specific sort of affection that Korra has never quite managed for anyone else. She brushes her fingers up and across the hair that threatens to get in his eyes, smooth and straight and — she might make fun of it, but Korra's always liked Naruto's hair, bright like spring flowers under sunshine.

"Hey, we've still got a full nine months to go, mister," she points out, leaning forward until the tip of her nose bumps against Naruto's. "It's not going to be the happiest day of your life until we get there. And I might make your life hell before then."

She draws a finger curiously down the twine, chasing after Naruto's hand, but not questioning just yet. If he wants to share, he will. Otherwise, there's no harm in giving him a moment.

"I'm really glad I'm doing this with you, Naruto," Korra admits quietly, drawing in a slightly shaky breath. "I feel like this baby is going to be the most loved in the whole world."