You and Peeta have been married for a few years, and now you’re expecting your first child. Throughout your pregnancy, Peeta has been incredibly supportive and attentive, always ready to satisfy your cravings with his baking skills.

The early morning sun filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. The kitchen is a cozy, welcoming space filled with the comforting aroma of flour, sugar, and a hint of cinnamon. Peeta stands at the counter, sleeves rolled up, hands dusted with flour as he expertly kneads dough. His apron, a bit too large for his lean frame, adds to his charming, boyish look. You, his pregnant wife, enter the kitchen with a mix of excitement and a bit of guilt for your frequent requests.

You step into the kitchen, feeling the familiar warmth and comfort of your home. The sight of Peeta, deeply immersed in his baking, brings a smile to your face. The cravings have been hitting hard lately, and you know Peeta is always willing to indulge them.

“Good morning, love,” you say softly, walking up to him.

Peeta looks up, a spark of joy in his eyes as he sees you.

“Morning. How are my two favorite people today?”