1 week later (Willow = 3 weeks old Effie = 7 months pregnant)
"Rock-a-bye Willow, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come Willow, cradle and all"
I hear Peeta singing this over and over and over again and I know that tonight is going to be bad night. Willow has not stopped crying all day and we have a feeling that it has something to do with her teething. The only thing that made her stop is when Haymitch came over and played with Willow for a while, she was immediately laughing and smiling (actions that are all too common when Haymitch is around.) Finally after half an hour of rock-a-bye baby on repeat, Peeta walks through the bedroom door with a very tired look on his face. He walks over and slumps down on the bed. I roll over and roll on top of him in a playful way. "Peeeeeta?" I ask rubbing my pinky finger in small circles on his chest. "Mmm?" he utters in return, still with his eyes closed, however he moves his hand to twist circles in the ringlets of my hair. "Are you too tired for… well… you know?" I ask curiously, Peeta immediately opens his eyes and smiles up at me, with his big blue eyes (so similar to Willow's.) "For what hunny?" Peeta asks slightly smirking as I look at him longingly. "For…well…sex? I say, putting less emphasis on the word sex, making sure that there was no way that Willow would be able to hear me (God, how much Haymitch would laugh if Willow's first word was sex!)
He rolls me over and onto my back and begins to kiss me, at first gently but then as he gains more energy and confidence he kisses me ferociously and powerfully. As we continue to kiss I glide my hands through is golden brown hair and moan ever so slightly as the kissing gets more and more intense. Peeta then inserts himself into me and immediately I feel whole. With Peeta, my life is absolutely complete and with him inside of me I feel at home. We gently make love, (I can tell that Peeta is trying to be careful so as not to hurt me after having had Willow.) After we are finished Peeta rolls back over onto his back and I curl up into his side, my hands inside his night top. I look up at him and he looks down into my eyes, "I love you Peeta Mellark!" I sigh closing my eyes and curling myself further into his body. He gently kisses me on the forehead, his lips lingering there as he whispers, "I love you too!" We then both fall into a deep sleep entwined into each other's bodies.
THE NEXT MORNING:
"Come on my little flower, you have to drink this baby!" Peeta says as he tries to feed Willow the bottle of baby formula. Willow refuses to drink from the bottle, more preoccupied by her favourite little yellow duck that sits in the corner of her little nursery. "Hold on Peeta, I'll take her!" I say walking over and picking up Willow and the duck and sitting in the rocking chair in the middle of the room. Just then the phone rings downstairs and Peeta hurries downstairs to pick it up. Once Peeta leaves I finally coax Willow into drinking up the formula. I hear hurried voices and then the sound of the phone being hurriedly placd back on the stand. There are then footsteps running up the stairs and Peeta rushes through the doors, slightly out of breath. "That was Haymitch! Effie…Effie has been taken to the hospital… something's happened to the baby!"
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