The Bet Part 1
It all started with a whispered conversation spoken in the early hours of the morning, before the birds started to sing, and the sun rose to kiss the earth. "She's beautiful." Peeta says, gazing down at our five year old daughter, fast asleep in her bed. "Just like you." Smiling, I reach my hand out, pulling the covers up to her chin and brushing her dark hair out of her face. Turning around, I kiss Peeta softly on the lips, my hands pressed against his chest as I rest my forehead against his. "I think she takes more after you." I say "She's got your eyes."
He chuckles, the sound of it loud in the quiet of the room. "That's true." he says, pulling me into a warm hug. "But it's the only thing of mine that she's got. She's a miniature you, from the stubbornness, right down to the scowl." I laugh before putting on my best scowl. This makes Peeta laugh even more, the rich sound filling the room. Seeing him so happy makes me smile, and, pretty soon, I am laughing right along with him. Tears have started to form in the corners of my eyes when a small groan pierces through our laughter.
We both stiffen, giggles completely gone from our system. Our daughter, Willow, stirs restlessly in bed, an unhappy scowl covering her features. "See?" Peeta whispers "Just like you." His breath rushes past my ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down my spine. "You want to bet?" I ask, an idea forming in my mind. Peeta looks at me with a quizzical look on his face. "What do you have in mind?" Leaning close so as not to wake Willow, I whisper my plan to him, a smile on my lips. He nods, thinking it over. "Do you think it will work?" he asks.
I nod and give him a quick peck on the lips. "Yes." I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the kitchen. "Now all this planning has made me hungry, and I'm in the mood for cheesy-buns." Peeta smiles and lets out a soft chuckle as we walk hand in hand down the hallway. "Just another reason why I love you." He says "You have no problem stuffing your face with cheesy goodness at the butt-crack of dawn." I smile as my stomach growls. "No I do not."