Pairing: None. Mommy/daughter feels with Katniss and Toastbaby Ivy, though! Rated G/K.
Summery: Katniss takes Ivy to one of her favorite places.
A/N- So, one of my first ideas was Katniss taking her baby into the forest/ to the meadow with her for for the very first time and having a moment. This was the very sweet result! Please like and comment, let me know what you think!
Also, Adopted!Toastbaby got a name! Meet little Ivy :).
Katniss breaths in the air and lets her whole body relax. The sun is warm on her face at last, and she spares a glance at the baby wriggling excitedly in her arms. Looking out and trying to grab at all the new things around her.
“It’s all just teasing you, huh? So close but not close enough to grab it.” Katniss says playfully as her daughter makes an indignant cry when a low hanging leaf moves out of her tiny grasps. Her little brown eyes already seem to burn with determination as she reaches for it again widely from her mother’s shoulder.
It makes Katniss laugh, seeing it. Ivy had been born in the winter, so she had yet to truly be taken outside for much else besides going inside somewhere else. All winter Katniss had hopped to bring little Ivy out into the forest with her. Or, even more so, desperately wanted to show her the meadow. As soon as the snow had gone, the color returned to the trees and flowers begin to grow, she decided to bring Ivy along for a morning walk.
Of course, she was still wrapped in a blanket, and work a yellow knitted hat on her tiny head. Katniss carried her with her to the meadow.
When they got to the field, the mother sets down the blankets she had in one hand. Unfolding it before setting down with little Ivy on her lap. The baby still looks around and takes everything in with wide eyes and awe. Her fascination warms the heart of the woman holding her close. Making babbling sounds that seem like she is trying to speak.
Picking a flower from the ground, Katniss shows little Ivy. The white and yellow daisy captivates the nearly five-month-old. Causing the baby to laugh and shake her fist with excitement until her mother lets her hold it.
Peppering her little forehead with kisses, Katniss brings her closer and speaks in a whisper. As if there were someone in the trees that could hear what she is telling the infant. “If I have anything to do with it, you’ll never need this place to have food to eat, or rely on it to survive. But I am still glad you seem to feel that this is home.”
