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Chapter 1

Peeta lies next to me when I wake up in the morning. It's sunrise. The sky is blue, pink, orange and purple. No cloud is in sight. It is perfect already. I move closer to Peeta, trying to not wake him. The warmth his body gives off is astounding! It feels like energy pulsing from him to me. Warm. Alive. I absorb the heat and the energy from his body. I wrap my arms around his waist. His head turns to me, body following. He smiles.

"Morning," he says, wiping his eyes.

"Hi," is my reply. Short and sweet.

I lean in to his face and my lips contact his. He rubs his left thumb up and down my right cheek. No space is between us. None. And I like it that way. He kisses me for what seems forever. Not wanting it to end, I don't move. I don't want to move at all anyways.

"Guess what," Peeta says.

"Hmm, what?"

"I don't wanna get out of bed."

"Oh?"

"Yea. My day is perfect as it is. I'm with you."

"Mine too. But there's a small matter of business that we have to take care of today, you know," I say with a smile. Butterflies fill my stomach.

"What's that?"

Is he serious? Or joking? I go with the latter after his next statement.

"I'm kidding. I wouldn't forget about our wedding."

A noise rises from the stairs and there is an annoying knock at the door. Judging by the steps from the stairs to our door, we both know who it is.

"Wake up, Love Birds! It's a big, big, big day!"

Effie. The door creaks open about an inch.

"Is it safe to enter?" she asks with a smirk in her voice.

"No. We are uncovered and have no clothes on!" Peeta says, smiling at me, hinting at me to go along with what he had just said.

"Peeta,' she says as she pushes the door fully open, 'if you are going to lie to ME, put some effort into it!" she laughs.

This year, Effie is sporting blue hair. Same length, just blue. Pale skin like usual for her as well. Her dress is ugly, Capitol styled. I've never liked her clothing choices, or she mine. Oh well.

More footsteps chime as they come up the stairs. Octavia. Aqua colored hair and all her Capitol glory. I chuckle as my prep team clusters our room. Claustrophobia sets in real quick for Peeta and I.

"Everyone, out for a minute. Please." Peeta announces.

With a Capitol accent, Effie says, "Well don't take too long! I have a schedule to keep!" With that, they leave.

Peeta and I are alone and we laugh to ourselves.

"We best not keep Effie waiting," I say sarcastically. I go to roll to my side of the bed, but his hand catches mine.

"Katniss," he starts.

"Yes?"

"I will see you at the altar. I'll be the one on the right; the one who is the most in love with you." He kisses the top of my hand and releases it.

"You call that a kiss, Peeta?" I say jokingly. He snickers. I told him about the note Haymitch sent in the games.

"No. This is though." He leans up to me and places his hands around my neck, pushes his lips to mine and a fire starts inside of me. I give in. wanting him to consume me with all he is. It ends too soon. He pulls away and gets out of bed. I follow suit.

We get fully dressed after we have showered, primped ourselves; shaved, brushed our teeth, did our hair-even though our hair will be redone. Walking down the stairs, Haymitch, Effie and my prep team are awaiting us.

"An hour?!" Effie screams.

"Effie! Loosen your buttons and take that hat off your head! Relax!" Haymitch protests.

"Don't even start, Haymitch!" she replies.

"Guys, it's a wedding. Not a protest session." Octavia interjects.

"Very well," Effie says. "C'mon dear, we have work to do." Octavia and I follow Effie back to our room.

As I leave the living room, I pause and smile at Peeta. He's been through so much, I want today be HIS day more than mine. To be perfect. I smile for what seems like a second, then Effie pulls me away. So I wave and say. "I'll see you at the altar too!" And I'm gone.

"Peeta, let's leave them here and go to my house," I hear as I'm pulled up the stairs.

"Is it cleaned and presentable?"

And that's all I hear. Poor Peeta. All day with Haymitch. He's in good hands though. Me, I'm not too sure!

I am wrapped in a fluffy white towel. I have been lying on the bed for hours, getting an Octavia make over. Beauty Base Zero, minus the hair removal (thankfully) I don't have to go through that!

I'm beginning to zone out, not paying attention to what they are doing to me. Thinking about the people I wish could be here to see this day; Finnick, Prim, Rue, Madge. Even old Mags. People I'm glad who won't be here; Snow, Gale, Coin. My daydreams continue until the preparation is done. Hair up and dress on.

My gown is the most beautiful I had ever seen! Made by Cinna; so I expect no less from him. It's strapless and the most perfect shade of white. Silk for the base and lace on the surface. Designs that could not be described in words! I walk into the sunlight, and my dress shines like a star in the night sky! I literally glow with beauty I never thought possible. I am about to tear up, and one escapes my right eye. Effie and Octavia leave, smiling at their handiwork. Now I look at my hair. My hair has been dyed a more luscious looking brown, thick and full. My hair done up in a braid, twisting just above my occipital protuberance. Little strands on the left and right curling loose and flowing wherever the wind guides them to.

I look at the sun outside my window and decide it's almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

Haymitch walks in and touches my shoulder. I shudder.

"Hey, Sweetheart."

"Hi."

"You look astonishing."

"Thank you, Haymitch."

"What's wrong?"

"Do I deserve this? I've been such a monster to Peeta in the past, do I deserve to be this happy?"

"Katniss, you and Peeta have grown much in the past few years. I think you have done your best trying to make up for your actions."

"Sounds rather rehearsed, you now."

"Well, it's not. I promise you that."

I manage to form a smile. I turn to face him. I hug him, which I'm surprised about. So is he. But he returns the hug. I want to cry. But I would mess up the artwork of Effie and Octavia.

"Let's go," he says taking my hand and placing it around his elbow. He's the one walking me down the aisle today.

Down the stairs, through the living room, out the door and to the field next to our house. The bombing of District 12 was a year ago, but the field is in full bloom. Flowers, grass and some healthy trees- Maple, Pine and Oak. It is mid fall so the maple trees are changing color; red, green, orange and yellow leaves are all around us. Leaves are in the trees and covering the grass. I'm taking in everything around me. I want to never forget today. Never. The games never existed in this surreal feeling I have right now. I feel at peace. Then I see him. My knees feel weak. Thank God for Haymitch. He is balancing me, but he doesn't know that. Peeta. He is in a black suit and a white shirt, complete with a black tie and shoes. His blond hair is in his usual style. He looks young and amazing!

I'm five feet away from him now. Heart racing, people staring at me. Two feet.

Keep breathing. You'll be ok. Just look into his eyes. I'm at the altar with him. Peeta hold out his right hand, and I place my left in the empty space. I hand the bouquet to Annie, who's my maid of honor. Next to Peeta is his younger brother. He was the only survivor from Peeta's family after the bombings. They look identical; excpet Peeta is taller than him by about a foot.

I am standing in front of the most perfect man in the world. Staring in his blue eyes, I feel strong and at peace. I smile at him and he smiles back. The mayor is performing the wedding.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all blessed to be here," he starts but I'm not focusing on him, just Peeta. I'm lost in his presence. He rubs my hands with his thumbs. Next thing I know, his lips are moving.

"…for better or worse, in sickness and in health, forever and always, the love of my life. I'll be there for you always and love you even after I am gone. I love you." Peeta says.

My turn now.

"Peeta, I have my flaws and you know I have not been the best. What I did to deserve you, I may never know. But I can tell you that the past is always there but so is our future. So from this day forward, I give you my heart and life. For better or worse, in sickness and in health, forever and always, the love of my life. I will be there for you always and love you even after I am gone. I love you."

"Peeta, you may kiss your wife," the mayor says, wide smile on his face.

Peeta takes my waist and pulls me close to him. I wrap my arms around his back and his stay at my waist. He leans his head to mine and mine to his. Lips lock and the world is gone. It is just me and him. We kiss and kiss and kiss. After twenty seconds we pull apart and face the crowd smiling.

"Mr. and Mrs. Mellark!" shouts the crowd. Shouts, whistles, cheers and clapping resound all around the two of us. Peeta sweeps me off my feet and carries me in his arms down the aisle. His arms are strong and sure. Confident. His muscles are steady and calm. There is no wrong in Peeta. None at all. He is the definition of perfect. All around perfect. Sure, there will be tough times, but we will be there for each other, and go through it with love, care and strength.

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