A/N: Hello, sweeties!
I took a break from my stories to write this random One-Shot I had in my head, it's really short, full of fluff, and overall just a sweet piece.
I hope you guys enjoy!
kisses.
I come home from my morning hunt in the woods not being too successful only being able to gather some herbs since its the winter, as well as my afternoon shift at the town book store, its quite a treasure to have in 12, I took the job up since I needed to get out of the house. I notice Peeta in his lazy attire that consist of gray comfy pants and one of his old jumpers, he must've stayed home today, he's surrounded by a box of tissues, half a dozen of them used and balled up, Vapor Rub, and an old comforter.
"Hey, Peeta. Are you okay?" I muse, while closing the door behind me. The cat me and Peeta adopted from the Seam weaves through me feet, and I try to get in.
He coughs somewhat violently, and then blows his nose loudly, and finally looks up from whatever program was on broadcasting from the Capitol.
"Did you say something, sweetheart?" He says through the stuffiness of his nose.
I take one look at him and sigh, I can't help but to notice how adorably helpless he looks with his sinuses clearly swollen and his blond curly hair sticking up in every direction. I set my keys down on the counter and walk over to the couch were he's sitting. He opens his arms out to me and wraps me up in his arms, I lean his head on my shoulder.
"I don't feel good. Take care of me." He pouts childly.
I giggle softly, and plant a kiss on his temple and start running my fingers across his back.
"Want me to make you chicken soup?" I offer, knowing it makes him feel better almost instantly.
"No, just stay here and watch an old Capitol television show with me. I still can't believe they show reruns from TV shows from so long ago." He says tiredly, then yawns.
"Okay, then." I sigh contently, still rubbing his back. He shifts his body to where he's laying on his back, his head is gently on lap and his legs are dangling off the end of the couch. A position we're not very foreign with. I automatically start running my fingers through his hair, knowing its the easiest way to comfort him.
He yawns softly, his eyes drooping slightly, he probably took some cold medicine not too long ago.
After half an hour of Television, Peeta is passed out softly snoring.
The sigh that exhales from my lips is one made up of content, happiness and above all love.
I end up falling asleep with the TV still on and Peeta still snoring- not so softly anymore.
I'm happy with our lives here in twelve, I'm incredibly happy Peeta is here. We're then able to help each fight through our demons together, whether it be the flu or nightmares from the past.
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