I awake to the amazing aroma of waffles and syrup. I smile, my eyes still closed, knowing Peeta is cooking my favourite breakfast.
I sit up, stretch, and slide on my slippers. I walk down the stairs, and stop in the doorway. My heart melts at the scene- Peeta is helping balance our 4 year old daughter, Annie, on a chair so she can reach the counter. She has one of his oversized aprons on, mixing the batter. Annie has the mixture splattered across her face, and flour on her small hands.
I walk into the kitchen and put my hands on her shoulders.
"What are we making here, Anna Banana?" I ask, teasing her with the nickname she's had since day one.
She turns and smiles, her crystal blue eyes sparkling up at me.
"Mommy!" She cries, "Daddy and I are making waffles!"
I kiss her on her forehead.
"Waffles? Really?" I ask her, pretending to be surprised, "Did you add the secret ingredient?"
She looks at me, and blinks, confused.
"Secret ingredient?"
"You don't know what it is!?" I exclaim.
She shakes her head.
"Daddy didn't even tell you?"
"No." She replies, turning to Peeta. "What's the secret ingredident?" She asks, mispronouncing 'ingredient.'
He smiles.
"Oh no!" He cries, "I forgot the blueberries!"
Annie smiles widely.
"Blueberries!" She repeats, throwing her hands up in the air.
"Here, you can put them in." Peeta tells her, passing the bag over.
She scoops out a handful, and drops them in the mixing bowl. Her fingers stain purple, because she squished some in the process. She smiles sheepishly.
"Oops."
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Peeta places the waffles and syrup on the table, while Annie carries over a carton of orange juice. I place her on the chair, pulling her light brown hair away from her face.
She giggles, and drops a waffle on her plate. Then she squirts some syrup on it, with Peeta's assistance.
I help myself to one as well, and pour all of us juice.
"Daddy," She asks, "Will the new baby like our special waffles too?" She points to my stomach.
He shrugs.
"I don't know! I guess we'll have to wait and see." Peeta answers.
"Can he eat them when he's here?" She questions.
"Not right away, but when he's older he can." I tell her.
She doesn't answer back.
"Will he be here soon?" She says.
"Very soon." I smile.
"Good. I want to meet him."
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Ever Growing
FanfictionKatniss and Peeta Mellark are the parents of this happily growing family. Even with they're triumphs and missteps, they'll always be a happy ever growing family!
