Pretty pretty please do #79 “Stop hogging all the blankets!” and #92 “Are you drunk?” I’m so excited to see what you come up with :)
Hi Anon! Sorry for the wait! This is one turned up a little more domestic than I anticipated. Hope you still enjoy it.
I hear the sound of hushed voices exchanging quick parting words and the muffled sound of car doors shutting closed trickling from the driveway. I peer at the digital clock on top of the chest of drawers on the far side of the room, blinking back 12:42 a.m. It’s a bit earlier than I had estimated.
Peeta has never been quiet on his feet, and as amusing as it is, I find it endearing that he still tries to tiptoe into our bedroom, as to not bother me. I appreciate the effort, though he doesn’t know I’m awake.
I just laid the baby down in her bassinet after nursing her for what felt like hours— not that I’m complaining about it. Holding my precious daughter in my arms is the single most rewarding joy in my life, after being cradle myself in my husband’s embrace that is.
I decide to stay still and simply roll into him once he’s settled in bed to tip him of my wakefulness; for now, I watch him trip with a dull- rather loud- thud over his own feet as he struggles to pull off his shoes.
He snickers quietly and shushes himself shaking his head ruefully. I cock my head curiously at his odd behavior. When he’s stripped down to his boxers, he climbs into bed clumsily, and practically pulls all the covers off of me and wraps himself under the layers like a cocoon.
I gasp when he yanks on the sheets once more and dislodges me from my side of the bed to the very edge of mattress. One more inch, and I’d roll off the bed and into the floor.
“Peeta, what the hell?” I growl.
His head shoots up confusedly and stares at me mystified by my presence.
“Kitty?” He tries to whisper, failing. “Why are you awake?” He quirks his head my way as I wrestle back the sheets from him to re-situate myself on the mattress.
“You almost pushed me off the bed! What’s the deal?” To my frustration, he’s still tightly wrapped into most of the covers, while my ass is hanging out exposed to the cold AC gusts coming from the grates. “Stop hogging all the blankets!” I grunt pulling back the material.
“Shushhhh… you’re gonna wake the baby!” He slurs maddeningly.
“Are you drunk?” I whisper harshly when the baby does stir in her bed a foot away from mine.
Peeta brought the covers all the way up to his head, and only his blue eyes, that look so sweet and bright despite the alcohol induced fogginess, peek out from under the comforter.
“It was a bachelor party, Katniss…” he grouses. “I’m not super drunk, but I’m happily buzzed.” He says blandly. “Are you mad at me?” His voice wavers like a kicked puppy.
I roll my eyes. “No.” I tell him mildly disgruntled. “Just annoyed that you stole the covers and ruined my plans to snuggle into you once you came to bed.”
His eyebrows arch over his wide expectant eyes. “I’m sorry,” He says in contrition, “we can still snuggle… if you want?”
I think about it for a full second before scooting over and burrowing into his arms. He’s so warm.
“So, how come you came home so early?” I ask. Not that I don’t trust him or anything, but he was at a bachelor party.
He chuckles. “Because partying with men in loving, committed relationships of their own is as tame as it can get. If it wasn’t for the lack of someone grilling out in their yard, we could’ve been having a barbecue, watching the Super Bowl or something in the same vein, for all the activities we did at that bar tonight.” He tightens his hold on me and sighs into my hair.
“Most of us were itching to get back home to our families.” He smiles. “I think Thom was the most excited about the prospect of having a healthy family life, and like the rest of us going home to his wife in his warm bed than any of the traditional shit people do during bachelor parties. He’ll make a good home with Dells.”
He yawns and nuzzles my neck lovingly. “I know I’m grateful to come home to you and Willow. “
“We are happy you are back too.”
He’s asleep in a minute. And I have to send out a grateful prayer, for the good men in my life, even if some of them are blanket hogs.
