Everlark Life

A Good Morning

Peeta! No, Peeta! I approached his limp body on the grassy floor. I looked in his hands. Stains. Not blood stains, blue stains. I knew something was wrong when I heard the canon and not Peeta running after me. He ate nightlock. I should have warned him. I take out an arrow, and I lined it up with my heart ...

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I wake up and wrap my arms around Peeta. He wakes up and says nothing. He kisses me softly on the cheek and tells me heartfelt lies, "it's going to be okay." 

"Y-y-you a-ate the b-berries," I say, choked up on tears. I grip him tighter and put my head to his toned chest. I can feel his abs through his night shirt. I wonder how he keeps himself in shape even after three kids. I try with hunting, but I still have a small muffin top and my thighs are the wobbliest they've been in my whole life. I wonder how he still loves me. 

"It's okay, I'm here. I'm never going to leave you. I love you Katniss Mellark," Peeta brushes his fingers through my knotted hair and gives me a kiss on my forehead. I fall asleep in his arms.

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"Waaaa!" I jolt up and my motherly instincts carry me out the door by the time I see Peeta lift his head. I run into our two month old baby's room. She's crying and I smell her diaper. Full. I quickly change it and rock her back to sleep. I stare at her little kitty clock. 3:00am. Between nightmares and babies, I never get any rest most nights. But I know I have to cherish these moments. This will be my last time getting up at early hours to change diapers. 

There's no way I'm having a fourth kid. 

I crawl back in bed next to Peeta. 

"Hey momma bear I saw you bolt out the door before I could even lift my head," Peeta says with his husky morning voice. Gosh I love his voice. 

"Hey daddy bear while you were yawning I changed a very disgusting diaper," O smile back at him. He kisses me and we fall back asleep. 

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I wake up to the alarm. Peeta's alarm telling him to wake at seven to get to the bakery by eight thirty. I push off the alarm before Peeta's woken up. I decided to kiss him passionately on the lips, tugging at his bottom lip with my teeth before he wakes up. 

He looks up at me hovering over him and smiles, " What a good way to wake up." He grabs my  cheeks and pulls me in. We kiss more and more as it grows intense. Finally we hear little feet walking. 

"That's our alarm clock telling us to stop," I wink and he frowns like a little boy. I give him one more peck on the lips and walk to Jacobs room. 

He's playing with some plastic sword he got from Auntie Joanna (took her two years to accept that title). I sneak behind him and tickle his armpits and pick him up. I kiss him on the cheeks. 

"Why so loud, little rascal?" I ask as he squeals. 

"Lemme go nooww!" He yells in between giggles. I set him down and ask him if he wants to go out with me to hunt. He smiles broadly and picks up his set of kid-sized bow and arrows he got for Christmas. He keeps them in exceptional shape for a three year old. 

"What do we do before we hunt?" I ask him. He ponders that for a moment. 

"Leave a note!" He squeals. I give him a high-five and write on a sticky note, 'out hunting with Jacob. Back by eight or earlier.' I put it on the fridge and walked outside. 

The best thing about living in the log cabin in the meadow is the forest is all around you. I take a step outside, with Jacob clutching my hand. Today's a good morning.