Mako watches the TV with disinterest clear on his face.
Korra looks at him, amused, from the kitchen counter.
She loved the omega and could tell he was getting bored from being pregnant and stuck at home.
She and Asami both knew that they were acting like the walking, talking cliché of overprotective alphas, but they couldn’t help it.
“What’s on?” Asami asks.
Mako shrugs. “Some show about some cute kid or something.”
The corner of Asami’s lips twitches up.
Suddenly Mako laughs. “Imagine getting paid for being cute.”
“You’d be a trillionaire,” Korra responds immediately.
Asami nods in agreement as Mako flushes.
“I….” the omega trails off, not even sure what to say.
Asami laughs and presses a kiss to the omega’s forehead. “You’re a grown-ass man that can’t take a compliment.”
Mako blushes even brighter. “I’m not as bad as Bolin. Once someone said he was cool and he responded with, ‘Merry Birthday, Vaatu.’”
Korra and Asami share one look and burst into laughter.
“‘Merry Birthday, Vaatu?’” Korra wheezes.
Mako nods. “I’ve never seen an old lady look more confused.”
At this point, Asami has fallen off her seat laughing.
Korra’s laughter finally dies down. “Bolin’s an idiot.”
“But he had survived after being glared at by all living female Beifongs at once, so I wouldn’t count him out just yet,” Asami remarks.
Mako’s eyes widen comically.
“He survived what?!”