thg-moments:

“Oh my gosh… Peeta! Come see this!” I whisper as loud as I can to my husband, making hand signals at him as soon as I see him coming.

“What honey, what is it?” He asks sleepily, I can tell I just interrupted his nap. I stare deep into his eyes before I can manage to speak again. I just can’t help it.

“Look” I say as I point my finger across the kitchen, in the direction where my two kids are standing.

Ivy, my six year old beauty, is trying to teach Alec, my four year old boy how to bake some cookies. The kitchen’s a floury mess, the floor is covered in chocolate chips and my babies’ faces look happier than ever.

“Aren’t they gorgeous?” I ask, lost, enjoying the sight.

“Yes they are. They remind me of you. Always trying new experiences on their own, helping one another…” My husband suddenly declares and I can’t help myself but answer a non-whispered “I love you”. 

We share a quick peck on the lips, but it can go no further than that, since our children are staring right at us, with those pairs of blue and gray eyes.

“Daddy will you come help us?” My daughter asks Peeta, and I can see the glow in his face as he smiles.

“Sure thing, honey” He answers, but before he goes he gives me another sweet kiss.

“Wanna come and help?” He asks me, and seeing the look on his face, I can’t reject such an offer.

We get our aprons on and begin the baking, together, and with our children. The ones I’m glad I have, because they remind me everyday how life can go on no matter how tough it can get sometimes, and that you’ll always have your own Boy with the Bread to keep you safe and sound in times of need.