Please note that I have NO IDEA how to make bread, enjoy.
I woke up from a good night's sleep; I was surprised I hadn't had a nightmare. As I lay in my bed feeling the warmth of Peeta's body pressed next to me I wonder why he settled for me. My body had scratches covering half of it. Peeta is perfect in every way, maybe without the flashbacks, but they are becoming less and less frequent.
"Good morning," he mumbled into my hair.
"Morning," I said pushing thoughts of Peeta's choice out of my head.
"I love you," he said turning me around to face him.
I smiled as he said it, I loved hearing him say that, it made me realise that Peeta had chosen to be with me because he loved me, "I love you too," I said turning and facing him.
"Come on," He said getting up and taking my hand "we are going to make breakfast together."
I laughed, "Okay Peeta that is one of your worst ideas ever."
"Nope, we are going to do this together, come on," he said and pulled me out of bed.
We walked down the hall to the kitchen and Peeta brought out a bowl and a bag of flour.
"We are going to make bread," Peeta announced.
"Peeta, you're fighting a losing battle," I said.
"I'm not going to give up on you," he said and I grinned, he wasn't one to give up easily.
He got out all the little cups and bowls.
"Okay can you please fill that cup there and fill it with water please," he asked
I filled the cup and watched as Peeta put some honey, flour and a little sachet of yeast into the bowl.
"Do I pour the water in?" I asked him.
"Yes please," He said, "come over here."
I walked over to him and he put my hands in the bowl.
"Pull it back and push it forward," he instructed "it's called kneading the dough."
It felt gross and sticky in my hands.
"It doesn't feel great does it," he said seeing my expression. "Okay, that's great."
I went and washed my hands as Peeta rolled the bread into a sphere. He placed it on a tray and put it in the oven.
He washed his hands and walked over to me on the couch.
"Told you it wasn't impossible," he said wrapping his hands around my body, "You're so beautiful Katniss."
"You're so perfect Peeta and I don't know how I could ever deserve you," I said to his "and…" but before I can continue his lips are on mine stoping my words in their tracks.
"Stop being so ridiculous, we are perfect for each other because we are the only ones that understand each other. So stop talking crazy," He says as his lips once again meet mine. His touch warms me and I feel calmer and safer than before. Only he could do that, no one else just him.
The oven bell rang and Peeta got up and took the bed out of the oven. I walked over to the kitchen table and he brought the bread over.
I ripped off the piece of bread and popped it in my ind. It warmed me up almost as much and Peeta's kiss.
"It's delicious," I said smiling.
"So it wasn't my worst idea?" He asked smirking.
"No, it was one of your better ideas." I said, and in the moment everything was perfect, then we heard the knock on the front door. And we both knew who that was… Haymitch.
Short little story, hope you like it and please review. By the way, if you liked it I might right a sequel about Haymitch ruining the moment :)