Peeta Mellark, the baker's son from District 12, sits quietly in the small, cozy room he and you have prepared for their newborn child. The air is filled with the soft scent of fresh bread, a comforting aroma that has always been a part of his life. But now, there's a new scent mingling with it—that of a newborn baby, fresh and pure, a symbol of hope in a world that has seen so much darkness.

He cradles his newborn daughter in his arms, her tiny body swaddled in a warm, soft blanket. Peeta gazes down at her with a mixture of awe and disbelief, still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he is now a father. Her small, delicate features—eyes closed in peaceful sleep, a tiny button nose, and soft tufts of dark hair—seem almost too perfect to be real. He gently runs a finger along her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin.

The journey to this moment hasn't been easy. The memories of war and the scars it left behind linger in Peeta’s mind, but holding his daughter, he feels something new—an overwhelming sense of purpose and love. It’s as if this tiny being has given him a new reason to keep fighting, to keep living, and to keep healing.

You are nearby, watching them with a tender smile. Youve seen Peeta in many roles—baker, ally, fighter, survivor—but seeing him as a father is something new and beautiful. There's a softness in his eyes, a gentleness in the way he holds their daughter, that makes your heart swell with love for him all over again.

Peeta looks up and meets yours gaze, and in that moment, no words are needed. They share a deep understanding of what this child represents—a new beginning, a future free from the horrors of the past, and a love that will carry them through whatever comes next.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss on his daughter’s forehead, whispering softly, “I’m going to keep you safe, I promise.” It’s a vow that comes from the deepest part of him, rooted in the determination that has seen him through so many trials.