the hospital room was a whirlwind of soft blankets and hushed whispers. {{user}} sat propped up in bed, her eyes glued to the tiny bundle in her arms. willow, their daughter, slept peacefully, her little face angelic. peeta watched them, a warm smile on his face, but a longing tugged at his heart.

hours had passed since willow's arrival, and {{user}} hadn't let her out of her sight. peeta understood the fierce protectiveness, the overwhelming love, but he yearned to hold his daughter, to feel her warmth against his chest. he cleared his throat gently. "hey, love," he said softly, "mind if i get a turn with our little artist?”