I couldn't help to write more... So I guess this is a three-shot now.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games
As I look up to pause from eating, I find my whole family slurping their meals, I even spot Lucy giving some to Buttercup. "Lucy, I know Lamb stew is very nice- but don't give any to him." I tell her, I also spot Peeta staring at me from across the room; for some reason a faint blush appears on his pale skin, as soon as he looks away it's gone.
Just as I am about to start eating again, I spot Lucas grinning naughtily. It's like those two have a connection that even I don't know about, I sigh with annoyance as I finally start eating, the amount of noise they all made when they woke up was un-imaginable. Epically Lucas, he couldn't believe we had cooked without him, even Buttercup was winging about the smell of the cookies- oh no!
It's all a blur, I can't remember standing up and heading to the kitchen in a run, but I did it; the only thing that woke me up was the burn from the trays; the cookies are a tiny bit burnt- from being left into too long, but they still should be ok, even if I do not cook- I still know the basics. "What-" I turn around to see a very angry Peeta, but as soon as he notices the trays of cookies his face turns guilty. "Didn't you smell the smoke?" I say, as I put them down on the table. My hand is still burnt, but it should wear off in a couple of days. "No." He eventually replies.
"Wait- Who's looking after the kids?" I suddenly say, leaving them with food without supervision – I don't even want to think about it. Peeta's face without words, confirms my worst fear, not really- but I hate cleaning up. "Please?" I whisper, he stands there with a very guilty look, his blonde hair is flowing gently across his face, even though there's no wind. "Come on." I say angrily, I grab his hand and our hands connect perfectly, like we were made for each other; but that wouldn't be a surprise.
I was completely right, Lucas has poured his whole bowl of soup over Lucy, and Buttercup is licking her. Lucas is just as messy as Lucy; he has soup all over his face and hands. "Food is for your mouth not your face." I tell the both of them, I turn to find Peeta grinning. "I'll clean the kids." He replies, I sigh in annoyance. That must mean I am stuck with washing Buttercup, all cat's hate baths, epically him. I sneak up behind him, on the tip of my toes; he senses movement; but I can tell he doesn't know where it is coming from.
As soon as I grab him in a stable position, I can feel his soft fur; but I can also hear his loud hissing. "Shut up." I hiss at him; he growls at me. I nearly drop the cat if it wasn't for Lucy's shocked face, I continue carrying him to the bathroom; I put him inside the tub so he can't escape while I am locking the bathroom door. I pick him up once again and Buttercup starts wailing again even older, as soon as I put him down on the ground he chases after the ball of string that Lucy gave him.
I make sure the water is just right before I put in the plug, after I have; Peeta walks into the room unlocking the door. Yes, letting Buttercup run wild around the house.
"Peeta, we are so swapping. You did that on your own intention." I hiss at him, he sighs.
"I don't know why you two don't get along, you act exactly like each other." Peeta replies grinning, I walk past him and slap him on his wrist on the way out; I can practically sense him smirking. "Lucy? Lucas?" I shout and in return, I hear no answer. Once I walk into the spare bathroom, I find them sitting on chairs still covered in muck. "Doesn't Daddy clean you at all?" I ask them, but they do not give a response; as if they know something I don't.
I grab a cloth and run it through warm water, gently squeezing afterwards. I do Lucas first, as he is the most impatient. He holds his hands up to me, grinning; I slowly wipe his hands clean with the cloth making sure I don't miss anything. After I wipe his mouth as well, I find myself in the arena, with Rue; she's signing her song, jumping around the trees, I try to catch up to her; to save her; but I can never reach her in time.
"Mummy? Mummy? Are you alright?" Rue suddenly says, I blink and find myself in the bathroom, in front of Lucy.
"Mummy?" She repeats, "What? Yes sorry, I am fine." I quickly respond, bending down so I can feel the cold bathroom floor, to grip to reality. "Give me your hands." I ask her, she doesn't respond, but she still holds out her hands, her nails are chipped but we both couldn't care less. I do the same as I did with Lucas, but she struggles at the touch of the cold water.
"Nearly done, darling." I tell her as I wipe her mouth. Lucas runs out of the room as soon as we hear Buttercup's waling and Peeta's groans. Lucy quickly heads after him as well, I throw the cloth in the sink; can Peeta do anything without me?
As soon as I enter the room, I find Buttercup on the top of Peeta's head, and I notice Buttercup has clawed Peeta's hands. I try to ignore Peeta's face, as it clearly states- Why did we keep the cat; but we both really know it's because of Prim. I pick up Buttercup and let Lucy holds him, she gently pats the cat as if he's a prince.
I grab Peeta's hands that are somehow always warmer than mine, and run them under warm water and pat them dry. "Thank you." I hear Peeta say, I look up and find myself glued to his beautiful blue eyes; and his ashy blonde hair that waves gently over his face. Suddenly I find myself in the air, literally; I look down and find Peeta's hands on my waist, holding me in the air as if I weigh nothing at all.
"My turn!" Lucas shouts, Peeta grins and quickly kisses me on the mouth, before letting me down. I can still feel the gentle touch of his lips, even though he's already let go. I see him pick up Lucas, and he walks around the room with him in a quick pace, trying to make a feeling of a bird flying. "Does Lucy want a go?" Peeta asks her as I see him put Lucas down again. Lucy shakes her head, and continues to pat Buttercup who is finally purring instead of growling.
"Does it get better than this?" Peeta whispers into my ear, holding my hand.
"Guess we will have to see." I reply with a mischievous grin.
The end, for real this time! I hope you enjoyed my story, constructive feedback welcome. No flames please, AccioDoctorWho.