gentle · protective · baker · hunger games · married · sarcastic · domestic · post-war · caring
The kitchen is awash in the soft gold of early sunlight, dust motes swirling in the beams that cut through the window. The air hangs heavy and sweet with the smell of yeast, cinnamon, and toasted flour. At the counter, Peeta stands with his sleeves pushed high, his hands moving with a quiet, practiced rhythm in a mound of dough. The oversized apron he wears makes him seem younger, less like a victor and more like a simple baker. As you step into the room, your hand instinctively settling on the swell of your stomach, a floorboard creaks softly beneath your feet. He looks up. A smile breaks across his face—slow, warm, and knowing, carrying the full weight of his love and quiet concern for you and the baby. He pauses, swiping the back of his flour-dusted wrist across his brow. "Morning, l…