Together

Chapter 2

Katniss P.O.V.

When Willow starts crying, I automatically go to stand up off the bed. Peeta's hand on my arm stops me and I turn to look at him.

"I'll get her," Peeta says. I nod my head and lay back down. As much as I want to go check on Willow, I cant because I've been put on bed rest. Mom said that my ankle wasn't broken, but I need to stay off of it so the swelling can go down.

Willow continues to cry and it's all I can do not to get up. I hear footsteps getting closer and I look up to see Peeta carrying Willow into our bedroom. "Are you wanting your mommy?" Peeta asks Willow as he hands her to me, along with her bottle. Willow immediately quiets down and starts drinking away at her bottle. She stares up at me and I smile.

"Her eyes are getting lighter," I tell Peeta.

"Yeah," he replies. "Almost as light as yours."

I shake my head. "I still think they'll turn blue," I say. "She's still got a couple months before the color settles, though." When Willow finishes eating, her eyes close and I replace her bottle with her pacifier.

"I'll take her back to her crib," Peeta says as he goes to stand up.

"No, that's okay," I say. "I'll just hold her."

"You don't want to go back to sleep?" Peeta asks.

I shake my head. "It's almost time to get up anyways."

"Okay," Peeta says as he sits back down on the bed. I lay my head over on his chest and he wraps his arms around me and Willow. We sit like that for over an hour before Willow starts crying again.

"I think Willow needs her diaper changed," I say to Peeta.

"What do you want me to do about it?" Peeta asks. I laugh and hand Willow to him.

"When you get done, would you take Willow's bassinet into the living room and then help me downstairs so I can watch her while you fix breakfast?"

"Willow, Mommy's getting demanding," Peeta teases before he walks off. In a few minutes, Peeta comes back to the bedroom. "I think Willow is already getting spoiled to being held," Peeta says as I grab his right arm and he pulls me up.

"What makes you say that?" I ask.

"She started crying the second I laid her down in her bassinet, so I picked her up and she stopped crying," Peeta says.

"Did she start crying again when you laid her back down?" I ask. Peeta laughs and nods his head. "I told you, she's getting rotten already." Once I get downstairs and over to the couch, I sit down and Peeta walks off towards the kitchen while I watch Willow as she plays with her feet. In a few minutes, Peeta comes back carrying two plates of food and he sits down beside of me while we eat. Eventually, Willow starts fussing.

"Hey, it's okay, Willow," Peeta says as he puts Willow's paci in her mouth.

"What's the matter?" I ask.

"I think she scratched herself," Peeta says as he runs his thumb over a red mark on Willow's cheek. Willow stops fussing and lays her hand over Peeta's "Willow," Peeta whispers softly.Her eyes move towards Peeta. He leans over and picks Willow up out of her bassinet. He holds her head in one hand and use his other hand to support her little body.

"No wonder she's getting spoiled to being held," I tease.

Peeta starts laughing. "It's hard to just leave her laying there and not pick her up," Peeta says. "And anyways, you don't have much room to talk."

"I know," I laugh. Peeta hands Willow to me.

"I'd better go get the kitchen cleaned up," Peeta says as he stands up.

"Okay," I reply as I prop Willow up on my shoulder. She places one of her little hands on my cheek and the other one she uses to grab a handful of my hair and pull it. "Ow!"

"Are you okay?" Peeta asks as he appears in the doorway.

"Yeah. Some little girl decided to pull my hair," I say as I try to free my hair from Willow's grip. Peeta chuckles and walks over to me.

"Here, let me help," he says as he sits down beside of me and carefully starts untangling my hair from Willow's hand. Peeta starts laughing. "She's got a strong grip for a three month old baby." Willow squeals out and yanks my hair again.

"Hey, quit that," I say.

"Good grief," Peeta says.

"You almost done there?" I ask Peeta.

"No."

"Stop!" I say when my hair gets pulled for the third time.

"Sorry," Peeta says. "That was me that time." I start laughing. "There we go," Peeta says as he pushes my hair back over my shoulder. Willow starts reaching her hand back up, but Peeta catches it. "Willow, leave Mommy's hair alone."

"Like she knows what you're saying," I laugh.

"I have a feeling she'll be hearing the word no a lot," Peeta says.

I nod my head. "I'm just dreading the day we have to start smacking her hand."

"Yeah. Hopefully that won't happen too often, though," Peeta replies. "She's a good baby."

I lay Willow down in my arms where I can see her face. "Let's just hope she stays that way," I say.

"She will," Peeta says confidently.

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I'm sorry that these chapters are so short. This wasn't my original idea but it didn't fit in yet and I wanted to give you all something for right now. I've been busy with revival this past week at my Church. Some of you all may have already seen this, but a really good friend of mine passed away unexpectedly Thursday night so I'll be busy tonight and tomorrow attending her funeral. Then Wednesday, I take my drivers test, so I'll be needing a lot of prayers this week. Hopefully I'll have some time to finish my next chapter tonight so I can update Wednesday. Please be patient and send ideas if you have them.