A/N: First Hunger Games fic! I've only just read Catching Fire so I hope I'm doing well in terms of characterization. Review pleeease (:

Takes place during HG.

I'm pacing for want of anything better to do. We've been planning how to get some actually nourishing, substantial food up into the cave where we're staying, but it was quickly made evident that Katniss was much too tired to do anything productive. So she's trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in, and I'm, like I said, pacing.

This goes on for about a minute until I hear a feeble "Peeta?" I look back at Katniss, my beautiful Katniss, who is now lying on her back with her feet propped up on the wall of the cave and looking at me upside-down.

She blinks and says wearily, "I'm kind of uncomfortable."

I laugh softly. "Yeah, I'd imagine you would be."

She fumbles right side up and holds her hands out to me, like a child asking her father to hold her. "Come here. I sleep better with you."

I smile and oblige, of course, I'd do whatever she asked. I sit down and our bodies just sort of mold together, like we were meant to be this way. She nuzzles me with her head and I close my eyes, because if I ignore our situation and if I concentrate extremely hard, I can pretend that we've always been this way, that my feelings for her had always been mutual and that the Games had never happened.

But this is real life.

Still, I can't help but wonder...

"Katniss?"

"Mmhm?"

"If—and believe me, this is an immense if— if you were to have children, what do you think they'd be like?"

She narrows her eyes. "Why do you want to know?"

I raise my hands as if in submission. "Just wondering. You don't have to answer."

"No, I'll answer," she says like she's accepting a challenge.

I wait for her reply as she chews on her lip, thinking. Finally she answers, "Well, they'd have dark hair. And they'd be excellent shots, like me and Gale."

Suddenly my resolve crumbles as I realize she's thinking of what her kids with Gale will be like. I almost object to hearing the rest of it, but she continues: "And they'd have beautiful blue eyes, like their father." I roll my eyes, but then remember… I have blue eyes! I screw them shut, trying to remember what color Gale's were. Brown? Gray? Green?

Instead, I reply, "Oh, that's nice." And don't bring up the subject again…

…while she's awake. After ten or twenty minutes of relaxing against me, her breathing settles into the steady rhythm that I've come to recognize as her sleeping state. I lean over and whisper into her ear, "Katniss?"

"Mmm?" she replied as if through a cloud of haze. I've done this before; she can usually hold coherent conversations in her sleep but won't remember it in the morning.

"What color eyes does Gale have?"

"Gray," she says contentedly.

I can't keep the smile off my face. "Oh. So… that means you'll be having kids with me then?"

"Of course I will… It's always been you, Peeta." She cuddles more into me, and while I know it's not saying much, right now I am the happiest person in the Games.