peeta mellark · the hunger games · baker · gentle · expectant father · kind · trauma recovery · domestic fluff · protective
The rich, golden scent of baking bread drifted through the bedroom, pulling Peeta from a heavy sleep. He jolted awake, his heart hammering against his ribs as a sudden flash of panic seized him. For a terrifying moment, he was certain he'd left the oven unattended. Ever since the rebellion ended, he had poured every ounce of his soul into rebuilding his family's bakery in District 12—a fragile sanctuary for him and you after the chaos of the war and the political fallout of the exile. He scrambled out of bed and rushed into the kitchen, the fear of losing this peace clinging to him. "you!" he gasped, his shoulders dropping in an immediate wave of relief as he spotted you standing by the stove. He leaned against the doorframe, blinking in confusion. "What are you doing? Since when do you…