A/N: What follows is a very fluffy (think marshmallow fluff it's so saccharine) glimpse into Katniss & Peeta's lives post-Epilogue. You may need to get a dental check-up after you finish. That said, enjoy!
Summary: "Sometimes it's the way he catches her eye over the heads of the little ones in their laps." Moments in Katniss & Peeta's lives post-Epilogue. A fluffy Everlark two-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
Sometimes it's the way he catches her eye over the heads of the little ones in their laps.
Sometimes it's the way his shoulders and arms flex and strain as he kneads their bread for the next day.
Sometimes it's when his eyes return to normal and his fists unclench from the back of a chair.
Sometimes it's the way he laughs with their girl as she chases him around the garden.
Sometimes it's when he then glances over to where she is suckling their son, rocking in the chair on the porch.
Sometimes it's the sight of his tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he paints.
Sometimes it's watching him tie their daughter's shoelaces with that familiar double knot - and then proceeding to do the same with his own.
Sometimes it's the surprising heat that accompanies his light graze of her arm.
Sometimes it's when he's the one to get up and soothe their son in the middle of the night.
Sometimes it's when he wakes her up from a nightmare with peppered kisses on the back of her neck and strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Sometimes it's when she wears that old orange sundress for a day and catches his gaze on her more often than usual.
Sometimes it's the smell of his hair.
Sometimes it's when he's working late at the bakery and she's left alone with the children - their children - who are so much like him.
Sometimes it's on those days when their losses are just too real and life is far too painful and he seems to know exactly what to do to ease her suffering.
Sometimes it's in the fierce kiss that he gives her when she comes back from hunting - a kiss that holds the promise of "more, later".
Sometimes it's when they dance under the stars to unheard music and whispered dreams.
She is guaranteed to have at least one moment each day - no matter how fleeting - when she realises just how much the boy with the bread means to her. When she marvels at the man she married. When the simple reality of their being alive astounds her. And for that, she is truly grateful.
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