I slowly inch up the stairs to Peeta and I's bedroom. For once I woke up before him and decided to make breakfast for him for a change. I walk in the room and find our bed empty. I then walk into the nursery and find him holding our daughter in his arms. The sight of the two of them makes me smile. I walk over to him and give him a peck on the lips.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he says.
"Good morning," I say smiling.
I reach out and take the baby into my arms and give her a kiss on the forehead which makes her giggle a little, which makes Peeta and I laugh a little too. Peeta then wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. He then plants a few kiss on my neck. He likes to do it just because he knows how much it tickles me.
"Stop, it!" I say laughing.
"Why?" he asks smiling, "Am I tickling you, Mrs. Mellark?"
"Just a little," I say smiling.
He then kisses my cheek and unwraps his arms from around my waist and heads downstairs to the kitchen. I quickly follow with the baby in my arms. I place her in the mahogany highchair that Haymitch made for her.
Haymitch still drinks, but not as much. He comes over a lot to see the baby, we think of him as her grandfather since she doesn't really have one. She doesn't have much of a family really, it's basically just Peeta, Haymitch, Effie, and I. I mean there is my mother, but the only time she's seen her is the day that I actually had her, which was months ago.
As I walk over to Peeta, who is baking some bread for later, someone knocks on the door. Peeta turns around to go answer it, but I kiss him on the lips and tell him that I'll get it. I reach the end of the hall and open the door and like I thought it's Haymitch.
"Hello, sweetheart, can I come in?" he says.
"Course," I hug him and let him in, "Peeta and the baby is in the kitchen."
He walks in the kitchen and hugs Peeta, then turns around and picks my daughter up and tosses her in the air a couple times making her giggle like crazy. Peeta and I can't help but giggle too.
Our daughter is just like Peeta, everyone says she looks like me but I don't see it other than the dark brown hair. Other than that she's just like him, she has that amazing smile of his that could light up a room, the way of making everyone smile over everything she does like he can, and of course those beautiful, light blue eyes of his.
As we're watching Haymitch and the baby, Peeta embraces me in a hug and he kisses my forehead. While Haymitch is playing with the baby, she spits up on him, which makes Peeta and I laugh our heads off. Haymitch just sets her down and glares at us, which just makes us laugh even more.
Finally, Peeta and I stop laughing and he heads up stairs and gets a towel and a wash cloth. When he comes back down he hands the towel to Haymitch to clean off with, and he takes the wash cloth and wipes off the baby's face. You can tell by the expression on her face she isn't liking it to much. Then right after he's done cleaning her up, she starts to cry.
I take her in my arms and brush my hands through her short brown hair and kiss her forehead a couple times to attempt to calm her down.
"Look what you've done, Peeta. You've made the poor baby cry," Haymitch says teasing him
"Oh, shut up," Peeta says walking over to the baby and I taking his hand rubbing the baby's back trying to calm her. "I didn't mean to," he says.
After a couple minutes of hearing her cry, she finally calms down, falling asleep in my shoulder. I gently rock back and forth making her fall asleep. I walk up the stairs and place her in her crib. When I turn around Peeta's there he takes me into his arms and kisses me passionatly on the lips.
When we finally pull away he whispers in my ear "Your a great mother, and an amazing wife."
I than kiss him on the lips and tell him, "Well you aren't to bad a father, and a husband."
"I love you," he says.
"I love you, too," I say