As I began to feel more like myself, Greasy Sae stopped coming to see me so much, and Peeta came to see me even more. I would hunt in the morning, while Peeta would work in the bakery, on my way home I would drop off some of my game to my old friends, including Greasy Sae, this was my way of thanking her for taking care of me. I always made sure I had at least a small amount of meat left for me and Peeta to have a nice dinner every night. I sat outside, telling by the sun it was a little past noon. Spring is just beginning and surprisingly after all that has happened to 12, flowers are blooming all over the ground.

I began to skin the rabbit I had saved for dinner tonight when I hear soft footsteps behind me, Buttercup. He rarely leaves my side anymore when I'm home; sometimes he goes as far as to follow me into the woods where I try to scare him off so I don't accidently shoot him. He looks at the rabbit skins carefully, and then before I have a chance to respond grabs the fur and runs off with it. I can't help but laugh at the sight.

"I love that sound," I hadn't even realized he was there, about two feet beside me, now sitting next to me putting his arm around me.

"What sound is that?" I ask teasingly "the pouncing of a cat of a dead rabbit?"

"Oh yes, that's the sound," Peeta smiles at me as he squeezes my shoulder. He looks at my face and his smile quickly turns to a frown.

"What?" I ask self-consciously looking down so he can only see my eyes looking at him waiting for his answer. Was there something wrong with my face? My expression when he was talking about liking my laugh? What did I do now?

His hands grip the sides of my face to pull them up to his again and his thumbs begin to stroke under my eyes, I close them. "You haven't been sleeping." It isn't a question; it's a statement and also a concern. I pull my face away from his hands and grab the rabbit. I walk into the kitchen and hear his heavy footsteps behind me. How had I not heard him walk up behind me earlier? Was I really that starved for funny entertainment with a cat that I hadn't heard his stomps?

I begin to cook the rabbit as Peeta takes a loaf of bread, with cheese baked into it, and places it on the table. He knows my favorite. I watch him carefully as he fidgets around my kitchen, looking nervous. It's just another normal day for us, why is he so nervous? We have dinner every night together; it's what we do and how we stay friends. And after dinner he helps me with my book.

I feel as if tonight is not going to be a normal night though, I can see his mind racing and him moving plates around as if he's trying to make everything look perfect. Now I'm nervous. He looks up and see's that I'm watching him, he freezes. After I brief second he smiles and walks over to me, kisses my forehead, and walks back to the table a little more calm. I stand there shocked, this is the first time his lips have touched me since the Capitol. I unfreeze and cut the rabbit up for us to eat. Now I'm more nervous.

We eat in silence for around 5 minutes, I don't even look up at Peeta's face but I can feel his gaze on me. He clears his throat to get my attention and I force myself to look at him. He's so handsome, blonde curly hair, nice muscles, but not too much, he is only a baker after all, and soft smooth lips that I can still feel on my forehead. He smiles gently at me and I can tell he was watching me inspect him.

"What are you thinking right now?" Peeta asks me. I don't say a word just look back down at my food. How can I tell him that I think he's beautiful and perfect and has the most wonderful pair of lips I've ever seen, he'll just think I'm lonely and miss Gale and want a replacement. Even though that's not true, I'm done with Gale, and I realize that I would have been done with Gale no matter what, because Peeta means more to me then Gale ever could have. He's calm, strong, caring, and most of all loving. "Katniss?" His voice breaks through my thoughts and I look into his blue eyes.

"I was-" my voice cracks and he hands me a glass of water. I take a sip and look down again, not wanting to answer.

"Katniss, you can tell me what's on your mind." He says soothingly "We've been through basically everything a pair of people can go through, you don't have to be embarrassed by anything or be afraid to say something." He's right and I know it.

"What do you think I was thinking of?" I ask lamely still not wanting to answer.

"Well you were looking at me in a way you haven't in a very long time, like you were taking everything in, am I right?" I just nod "You can tell I'm nervous can't you?" I just nod again and then look back into his eyes "I just don't know how you'll react."

I wait for more, but it doesn't come so I speak up "React about what?" He doesn't answer. He just gets up and grabs something out of his bag and unwraps it. He puts a small but beautifully decorated cake in the middle of the table. We rarely have dessert, especially nothing this sweet. I take a deep breath as he says what he wants to say. He grabs a chair and pulls in beside me holding my hands and looking into my eyes.

"I don't know what's going on in your mind half the time, you keep it away from me and I can barely stand it. I don't know what I am to you or what you want me to be. I don't know what your relationship with Gale is or what you want it to be. All I know is I love you Katniss, and I want to know right here right now if I will ever have a chance of having that emotion returned." I didn't even notice I was crying until he began to wipe the tears from my eyes. They aren't tears of sadness though, their tears of happiness, of love, and even joy. I grab onto him and hug him, holding him closer to me then I had in a very long time. "I guess that's a yes," Peeta whispers into my ear and I can tell he's smiling.

"Cake?" I manage to say the word through my joyful tears and he cuts one piece of cake, just one and sits beside me as he takes turns from feeding himself to feeding me. We smile and laugh as he draws pictures on my face with icing and I make un-artistic marks on his face.

"We'll leave the painting and decorating to me," Peeta smiles as he looks in the mirror at the attempts of flowers on his face. I can't help but laugh as well, when I look in the mirror I see beautiful pictures drawn with icing on my face. Not just flowers, but a beautiful rainbow I had once heard him say he had difficulty making, but here it was drawn to near perfection with only icing on my face.

"I don't know how you do it," I whisper as I admire my face. "You make everything look so beautiful."

Peeta grabs my face in his hands "I could have drawn dots all over your face, and you would still be the most beautiful women I have ever seen" He smiles at me and I smile back. "Katniss, I haven't quite gotten out what I was saying that I was nervous about earlier."

"What do you mean?" I ask confused, he seemed to finish his speech about me quite fine.

"After seeing how tired you are, I want to stay here with you." Peeta says unsurely. Sure we've slept in the same bed plenty of times, but this was different and he knew that. He actually wanted to move in with me. Share everything, the kitchen, the livingroom, the study, my bathroom, and my bedroom. But I find I don't even have to think about it.

"Let's go get your stuff"