"Waaaaaah!" A loud wail interrupts our currently peaceful sleep. Peeta turns to me and mouths out a groggy 'it's your turn'. I roll my eyes and pop out of bed. I walk in to the small room we've made to accommodate her. Her being, Rose, our daughter. She took years and years of convincing, until I finally gave in. It is pretty rewarding. I move closer to the small crib.
"What's wrong, Rosie?" I ask her, rocking her small figure in my arms.
She just wails once more, even louder. She opens her mouth, signalling she's hungry.
"Okay, darling," I stand up to put her back into her crib. "Wait right here." I tell her, leaving the room for the kitchen. I prepare a bottle for her. As I continue up the stairs, I hear a slight hum from the nursery.
I curiously take the last step up the stairs. I find Peeta standing upright beside the crib. He has Rose in his arms.
Your little hands, wrapped around my finger and it's so quiet in the world tonight.
He's singing. I've never heard him sing, not even once. He's moved to the window, pointing to the stars, while Rose's fingers wraps around his. I smile at the sight.
Your little eyelids flutter 'cause your dreaming, so I tuck you in, turn on your favourite nightlight,
He continues, and like on cue, Rose flutters her soft blue eyes to her father. He smiles and visits the lamp, still cradling her small figure between his arms. He flicks it on, and she gurgles. They're so sweet.
To you, everything's funny, you've got nothing to regret.
He smiles, patting her dark hair. She coos and he pokes her nose in the gentlest manner possible.
I'd give all I have honey, if you could stay like that.
That sentence makes me smile wider than a mile. The bond they have between them, I could tell now, they're inseparable.
Oh, darling, don't you ever grow up, don't you ever grow up, just stay this little.
His voice is so calming, that Rose has almost fallen asleep, but she doesn't want to. He's always told me that he sounds like a dying animal, but I disagree to that right here.
Oh, darling don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple.
A hush falls over the room as if he's looking for the lyrics he's forgotten. I want to laugh, but that would disrupt their peace. Then he remembers.
I won't let anybody hurt you,
He coaxes her, his gentle melodic tone filling the whole house.
Won't let anyone break your heart,
His finger finds itself touching the place above her heart. A smile spreads across my face.
Won't let anybody desert you,
He says, snuggling her. She laughs.
Just try to never grow up.
He finishes, and Rose is half smiling, half groggy. "I love you, darling." Are the words that bring me to the brink of tears. This is why he wanted a child so badly. Someone to love, someone to care for. Of course, we have each other, but the bond isn't the same.
"Wouldn't want to miss your feeding, huh honey?" I stride into the room, and Peeta jolts up.
"You were here all along?" He questions, getting embarrassed.
"Of course, I didn't want to disturb you, both." I gesture to Rose sucking away on the bottle.
He smiles at me.
"Love you both," He kisses me. I giggle.
"You never told me you could sing." I sarcastically frown at him.
"I can't. Something just made me." He points out to Rose.
We lay her down on her crib. "Goodnight, baby," I kiss her small forehead. "Goodnight, my princess." Peeta follows on.
We walk out, then I hear him say;
"Just try to never grow up,"
So there you are! Another fic, made by moi. Hope you likey! Reviews are always welcomed.
Never Grow Up (c) Taylor Swift
Characters (c) S. Collins
Rose, Rosie, or Primrose Rue, (their kid) (c) me, the name only. XD