I look at him from across the table. Remembering every feature and detail I can, he seems so precious and innocent... safe even. But, as much as I've wished we are safe it has only a matter of months since Prim died, Gale went to District 2, my Mother not here. Peeta is my only love now. The only one left. If everything since Prim being picked at the Reaping didn't happen, would Peeta be the one I love? Would it be Gale? Or not even? I push away the thought knowing only wondering about it will make me depressed.

Peeta laughs, he must've caught me staring. "Are you going to eat?" I haven't touched the stew and the bread, the meal Peeta has been focused on for hours. Cooking, working magic with.

"Sorry," I blush, "I can't help it." I look down training my eyes on stew. Stew. I am no longer on the bridge of starvation, no one is. Yet, Peeta and I still gulp down every meal like the next one is unpredictable.

Peeta wipes his mouth with the napkin and makes his way towards me. I stand up as well and open my arms wide. This takes him aback a few seconds. I haven't been so up for embraces lately, guess I was still depressed. But sooner than later Peeta is my arms, his face nuzzled in my hair. I trace his muscles in his back with my fingertips, feeling his warmth. My heart fills up the way it did in the arena. The arena is a horrible place in my heart but deep down I come to agree that if there was no arena there would be no Katniss Mellark, The Girl on Fire or the Mockingjay, things that are so valuable to me. Things that define me.

I gently but passionately kiss Peeta before saying, "Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for your company. Thank you for that bread that gave me hope." Peeta smiles and opens his mouth to respond but before any words come out I say, "I love you Peeta Mellark."

"I love you too Katniss Everdeen." Peeta take me down for a long kiss. He has never gotten to come to saying 'Katniss Mellark' he says 'Katniss Everdeen' seems to fit me just fine. When he finally does let me pull away from his grasp, he says, "Now, finish your stew. I didn't spend 6 hours working on it for nothing." I laugh, for the first time in awhile, even at such a lame joke.

I finish the stew with Peeta massaging my back and braiding my hair. I remember the day on the balcony before the interviews for the 75th Hunger Games. How could I have been so stupid not to entirely trust this man and love him for eternity. "Lets go bake a cake Peeta."

"Katniss, it is like eight o'clock at night." He laughs.

"So, lets go down to the bakery. Have fun. Do something normal for a change. Live a little." I respond, feeling like a fearless fifteen year old. My phrase 'live a little' frightens me, because I've seen enough of the world for 1,000 lives. Also, I normally would never say or even act to do this but I wanted more memories like the night on the balcony with Peeta. I wanted to live everything with him.

"Well I guess. Let's go!" He responds, already out the door.