Yep, another story. This is just one of what will soon be many one-shots or drabbles or whatever you want to call them about Peeta and his daughter. It won't have a plot, just fluff. Hope you like this first drabble/one-shot!

Disclaimer: I am not Suzanne Collins. I do not own Hunger Games or any of its characters. It would be nice to own Peeta, though.

-MJ888

"Daddy?"

The little girl with long dark curls and eyes that so resembled her father's waltzes into her father's art room, clutching her favorite teddy bear. It was given to her by her Aunt Johanna just days after she was born. It is old and tatty and it's missing one ear and it had been sewn and patched multiple times, but she loved it nonetheless.

"Yes, Sage?" Peeta Mellark, her father, says, looking up from his painting of a sunset.

"Mother is going out into Town with Orion!" Sage says as Peeta pulls her onto his lap. "Do you know what this means, Daddy?"

"What?"

The four year old bounces up and down on her father's lap. "It means we can have a daddy-daughter day!"

"Oh, you're right! How exciting!" Peeta exclaims. He loves his daughter so much and he loves spending time with her. She is without a doubt a daddy's girl. "What do you want to do?"

Sage cocks her head to one side thoughtfully. Her gaze wonders around the room until her eyes catch her father's unfinished sunset painting on the easel. Sage has always marveled Peeta's ability to paint so realistically and picture-perfect. She looks up at her father.

"Daddy, teach me to draw like you," Sage says.

Peeta grins and kisses his daughter on the forehead. "Sure thing, cupcake."

"Yay!" Sage squeals.

She hops off of Peeta's lap and begins to dance around the room. Peeta chuckles and shakes his head. How did he help to generate something so adorable? Sage was definitely without a doubt the best creation he had ever made, better than any painting or cake.

"Okay, Sage," Peeta says, lugging the little wooden stool in the corner over to the middle of the room, next to his. "Sit here next to me."

Sage happily obeys and sets her teddy bear on the floor next to her. Peeta flips open to the next clean page in his sketchbook and hands it and a pencil to Sage.

"What should I draw?" Sage asks with the pencil posed above the page.

"Anything you like," Peeta says.

"Anything?"

"Anything. I'll draw with you on my easel."

"Okay."

As Sage draws, her tongue sticks slightly out of her mouth in concentration, in a cute manner that makes Peeta smile. Her pencil flies across the page like she's been doing this her whole life. Lines connecting to lines until it forms a picture. When she's finished, she taps her father on his shoulder.

"I'm done, Daddy!" she announces, holding up the sketchbook with pride.

Peeta looks up from his drawing. What he sees makes him grin. Two stick people, one big and one small, both smiling like they're the happiest people in the world, with their little stick hands connecting. But the people aren't the only things smiling. Everything in the picture is smiling. The flowers, the butterflies, the sun, and the little bunny rabbit. Above the people are the words written in messy four year old scribble. Daddy and me.

"This is me," Sage says, pointing to the smaller of stick people. "And this is you, Daddy." She points to the bigger one. She glances at Peeta's drawing and her eyes are drained of excitement. "It's not as good as yours."

"Nonsense," Peeta says. "It's even better than mine. I love it."
"Really?" Sage asks hopefully, her eyes twinkling again from this bit of praise from her lovely, artistic farther.

"Absolutely. In fact, it's so good, that we're going to hang it up in the living room for everyone to see."

Peeta takes his daughter's hand and leads her into to the living room. He hangs Sage's picture up with tape, right above the couch.

"How's this?" he asks.

"Perfect! Now everyone can see how good I am!" Sage exclaims. She looks up at her father with her gorgeous sky blue eyes. Peeta knew that those eyes will make the boys flip head over heels when she's older. Peeta doesn't like the thought of that. He wants Sage to remain a little kid as long as possible, since he and Katniss were never able to. "I'm really good, aren't I? Gooder than anyone else in the whole wide world!"

Peeta chuckles and picks up Sage, spinning her around and around in the air as she giggles and shrieks. Peeta is glad that her only shrieks are of joy and laughter.

"You bet," he agrees, kissing her hair. "I love you so much, Sage."

"I love you too, Daddy."

I know, I know. Not my best piece of work. But I've had this idea for a while and I just needed to spit it out. So… review, add to favorites/alerts, hug a tree, eat a pineapple. Do whatever you do.

-MJ888 :{D