Hi All, I have posted a running Everlark holiday for the past two years now. I have finally written the 3rd chapter and in my usual tradition, belated. Anyway I want to dedicate this story to @chele20035 because this sweet talented writer just celebrated a birthday. And I want to give a shout out to @hgamesfan for always being my writing cheerleader and @drivebyanon for making my work always so much better. I hope you enjoy!
My eyes feel like they have barely shut and it’s already time to get up. I’m so tired my whole body aches and all I crave is a full night sleep, which I probably won’t get for the next 18 years. But there is no time to feel sorry for myself because a cry pulls me out of my sleep, and it never ceases to make my heart ache when I hear it. So I pull myself out of the tiny twin bed and stumble over to the bassinet. There lies my 5 month old daughter, curly dark hair going everywhere, blue eyes like her dad’s shut tight, screaming her little head off.
“Okay okay Little Cub, momma’s here.” I pick her up and start bouncing her up and down lightly. Her cries start tapering down, but I know she’s hungry and it won’t completely stop until she has her breakfast.
“So it’s Little Cub now is it? Does that make you Momma Bear?” My fiance is leaning against the door frame, hair just as tousled as his daughter’s, stretching with a big yawn, exposing his toned abs under this t-shirt. It’s an evil reminder that it’s been a long time since I’ve been able to enjoy that rock hard body. Just as my eyes sweep over him from top to bottom, and his do the same, Willow throws her head back in a loud plaintive wail reminding me why I’m up in the first place.
I sit on the bed, quickly pulling down my tank top and Willow roots at my nipple until she finds it, instantly quieting as she concentrates on her food. I smile at her content face, swiping her warm bed creased cheek with my finger. Her grunts of pleasure are the only sounds filling the room. I look up at Peeta, and his eyes are hooded for a moment with darkness that remind me of my own deep yearning I have bottled up inside of me. I guess he’s been feeling the same way I have.
He shakes his head and sits on the bed next to me and kisses me on the forehead, before kissing his daughter’s head, leaning into each other for a bit, and I enjoy his sweet musky scent during this peaceful moment. It is amazing we can be in the same house but feel so far apart. God I miss him.