**I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES!**
I wake up to the best man anything could offer. Peeta. I had a nightmare last night, but his face makes me forget what it was about. From his curly blond hair to his smile while he sleeps, I want to take this moment a make it last forever. I love him so dearly words can not describe. I hear a cry, it must be the boy awake. Quietly I get up trying not to wake Peeta. As I walk out the door I turn just one more time to see him sleeping, smile, and walk away.
"Quiet, we don't want to wake daddy" I tell baby Jake, but he just smiles and laughs.
I turn to see who is there only to see Peeta with a big smile on his face. He takes the baby, and gives me a kiss.
"Go to bed, I've got it." I resist for a moment then realize how tired I am, finally I give in and tell him "okay" he smiles. He is always so happy, through the ups and downs in life he still smiles at me. I love him so much. I quietly walk down the hall to our room and fall back into a deep sleep.
I wake up around 10 to the fresh smell of Peeta's bread. We opened a bread shop a little while after I got pregnant with Jake. It was stressful, but Peeta found a way to make it a fun project. I see Peeta bringing me a fresh slice of bread, just the way I like it. He gives me it and I kiss him. Suddenly the world disappears and its just Peeta and I. We kiss, kiss, and kiss. It gets more passionate as time goes by, but I don't mind.
I don't realize how long its been till Jake waddles in on his little chubby legs, with a roll in one hand and an empty bottle in the other. He screams "MEEK!" what he calls milk. Finally I get up not realizing Peeta and I's hands are in each others hair. So slowly se separate and walk to the kitchen together.
Before I know it its 2 and Prim walks in from school. I named her Prim short for Primrose. When she came she reminded my so much of my sister Prim I couldn't resist. I didn't even have to tell Peeta my thoughts on the name, he already knew.
Suddenly she rushes to Peeta grabbing him. I didn't see the burn till she lifted his hand. "Daddy what happened!" she screams.
"Its just a burn from the bakery" she rushes him to our little boxed in corner we use for a first aid space. Its amazes me how much she reminds me of my sister Prim, which some days only makes me want to cry. I miss her so much, but I remind myself I am strong and don't cry in front of the children.
