"You make me want things I didn't think I deserved" for everlark?
Thank you so much for the prompt anon! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little piece <3
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It starts when the toy shop opens up in town. It’s bigger than the one that was here before, that largely stocked small handcrafted wooden items, and a few fancier pieces for those who could afford it. This shop, however, looks like it has everything a child could ever wish for. Dolls, skipping ropes, ball games, even a wooden train set! What really catches my eye though is a toy bear sat proudly in the shop window. I don’t really know what it is about him, perhaps it’s his golden fur, or the kind look on his face, or maybe it’s the soft blue bow tied round his neck. Either way, I can’t help thinking that whatever child gets him will be very lucky.
“Alright?” Peeta asks, joining me with a bag stocked full of groceries.
“Yeah. It’s nice that this is here now, don’t you think?”
Peeta agrees and takes my hand.
Later that night, I curl into Peeta’s side. “Hey, Peeta. What kind of toys did you have as a kid?”
“Let’s see,” he says circling an arm round me, “I had a couple of those wooden animals from Campbell’s old shop, but I was mostly just given dough to play with. I did have a toy rabbit with floppy ears that my Granny go me when I was born though.”
The thought of Peeta tucked up in bed with a cuddly toy makes me smile, never mind the rest of his toys seemed to be made out of dough.
I shake my head, “just curious.”
“What did you have?” he pulls me closer to him.
“Well, my mother used to make us dolls out of old bits of cloth that she’d tied together, and then sometimes if we had spare thread she’d give them hair too and I had a set of marbles that my father treated me to on my birthday one year.”
“I can’t imagine you with a doll,” he smiles.
“I was really little,” I protest.
“What was your doll’s name?”
His grin widens his eyes light up.
“You’re teasing me!” I scowl at him
“I’m not, I promise!” He drops a kiss on my hair line and nuzzles his face into my neck, “I think it’s sweet that’s all. It’s nice that your parents made you stuff.”
I suppose I was lucky that my mother and father always found ways to give Prim and I something lovely, so I accept Peeta’s kiss of apology.
I don’t stop thinking about the bear. Every time I’m in town, I pass by the toyshop and say a private little hello to him, his face reminding me of a hopeful future ahead. Until one day he’s not there anymore. I try to tell myself it’s fine. I’m twenty years old, what use do I have for a stuffed bear anyway? Some child in the district is probably over the moon right now. The thought of the lucky child with their beautiful new toy, doesn’t stop the disappointment I feel as I mull over my cup of tea waiting for Peeta to come home.
“Katniss?” he calls when he eventually arrives back from the bakery.
Peeta joins me in the living room and I reach my head up to kiss him. “How’s it going?” he asks.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” I offer him a smile to show him that I really am fine.
He puts down the bag he’s carrying and sits beside me, placing a hand on my thigh. “Well, I have something for you that might cheer you up.”
“Peeta, really I’m okay!” I tell him, but I can’t help the smile creeping onto my lips.
“Please, just close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
I do as I’m told, closing my eyes and holding out my hands. I hear a rustle and then the weight of something soft being placed in my hands.
“Okay, open them,” Peeta tells me softly.
When I do, I’m staring into the friendly faced of the stuffed bear from the shop window, blue ribbon and all.
My mouth gapes open, at a loss for words. “Peeta…how did you-“
“Katniss,” he laughs, rubbing circles on my knee, “you looked at it every time we passed by the shop window in town, it wasn’t hard to figure out.”
I hold the bear close to my chest and squeeze my eyes shut. I feel the warm rush of love course through my veins and all of a sudden I burst into tears.
“What’s wrong?” Peeta asks, “do you not like it?”
“No, no, of course I like it,” I reassure him, “it’s just, it’s just you make me want things I didn’t think I deserve!” I get out through sniffles.
“Oh, honey,” he draws me into his arms, “you deserve so much more than you could possibly imagine. He kisses me through the tears and I hold the bear snuggly between us. Maybe, just maybe I could start to believe that. “So, have you got a name for this guy yet?” Peeta asks, looking down at the toy cushioned between our hearts.
I look down at the bear, considering for a moment, “Basil,” I say with a small smile.
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