The Happily Ever After

The Hunger Games Fan Fiction

By; MJay

Part 1

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Chapter 1

Ten years we've been married now; me and my boy with the bread. It still feels like yesterday that he asked me.

We were sitting in the meadow, watching the workers continue to rebuild the home that we'd known all our lives. Peeta, as usual was stroking my hair while I worked knots into every blade of grass that I could get my hands on. We hadn't said very much, simply sat there enjoying each other's company. My Peeta had been back for some time now. Spending the nights with me and really only ever returning to his own home in the Victor's Village to make sure everything was clean. Occasionally we'd walk into town and gets looks from people due to the fact that it was really the only familiar thing those people had seen that wasn't in shambles. Suddenly, he spoke, shaking me back into reality.

"We haven't played this in a while."

"Played what?" I asked turning to face him.

"You love me; real or not real?"

"Real." I remembered this game well. Although it used to be difficult for me to answer these questions, at least now I knew that Peeta wasn't asking because he didn't know.

"I love you; real or not real?"

"Real." Where could be going with this?

"We are each other's world; real or not real?"

"Real," just when I thought I knew, it happened.

"You're going to marry me; real or not real?" I raised my eyes to meet his gaze; staring directly into those bright blue eyes that now, clear of clouds of confusion, captivated me. So much so, that he had to repeat his question, "real or not real?"

"Real," I said once I could muster the word. At my answer he scooped me into those arms and kissed me in a different way than he'd ever kissed me before. Not a bad different, but an amazing different. Finally, he'd gotten to ask me the way he'd always wanted to.

Now, ten years later, there's was something else he wanted…children.

"Peeta, I've explained this before. I just don't see myself being a mother. I've never been around any babies unless you count Prim and I was only four myself when she was born. I don't know anything about taking care of babies and nine months is not enough time to learn."

"I know that but, Katniss, I know you. You never give up on anything. You would make a great mother," he caught my arm and turned me to face him, "I know you would. There's not a doubt in my mind that any children we have will be the luckiest children in the world, because they'll have you as their mother." Once his speech is finished, he bends down and places a gentle kiss on my lips. It's hard to argue with him when he's like this; I know how much it means to him. He's always imagined himself as a father, but me, that's a different story completely.

I took him gently by the hand and led him over to the bed, "Peeta, do you really think we could do this? I mean, yes, it would be great to have a little one running around the house and to hear a sweet little voice call me 'Mommy'; but there's so much danger out there…"

He cut me off, "But that's why we're there; to pick them up when they fall and tell them everything is alright. Katniss, I know we can do this."

"You really think so?"

"Yes, I do." I could tell by the look in his eyes that he honestly believed everything he was saying. He knew that we could be good parents and that whatever we did, we would do together. I could see it, me and Peeta walking hand and hand through the meadow following two small children as they ran and played. I had already fallen in love with them and they weren't even a reality.

"Alright, if you think we're ready and we will be able to care for a child the way it should be cared for, I trust you."

"You're sure, because, I don't want you to do this if you don't really want to. It wouldn't be fair."

"I'm sure. I want to follow those children through the meadow holding your hand."

I expected him to do so much more than he did; he looked at me for a moment, then took my face in his hands and gently kissed my lips. Strangely, this had more effect than I had expected it to; it left me wanting more. That couldn't be all there was, he had to have more than that to give me.

"Is that it?"

"For now; remember, we still have work to do. After everything's done, I'll give you what I desperately want to give you now. Just be patient; I love you."

"And I love you." With that he stood up and walked out of the bedroom, leaving me to my thoughts. I returned to the meadow with Peeta and our children and kissed them each on the head and told them that I would see them soon, because I knew, it wouldn't be long.

Peeta went off to work at the new bakery after giving me a tender kiss goodbye; and reminding me that he would be home soon. While he was gone, I decided to go out into the woods; I needed to clear my head. The entire walk to the little stone cottage all I could think about was Peeta. I realized very quickly that I had nothing to worry about; Peeta would be the perfect father. Any children that we had would automatically love him more than me; he would spoil them rotten. Soon after I realized, so would I; it was always my one weakness with Prim; I wanted her to have whatever she wanted. Of course, it usually wasn't attainable, but there was always the temptation to trade every ounce of game to get enough money for whatever it was. But she always understood that we needed the game too; her maturity was something that I was always proud of. I had to stop; I couldn't think about Prim right now. Today was about me and Peeta making the first step toward our family. I decided to go back home then; judging by the sun, it was nearly time for Peeta to be coming home and I wanted to be there waiting for him. As always I was just barely through the door when Peeta came in; he didn't notice me sitting at our dinner table, watching him take off his jacket and remove the bag that I knew contained our bread for dinner from around his neck. He turned and noticed me; he smiled so I got up slowly and walked over to him, putting my arms around his neck and kissing him gently on his lips. I moved to pull back my head, but his hand caught me and pulled me back to his lips once again.

I didn't even try to pull away; if this had ran through my head once today, I knew that it had ran through Peeta's at least one hundred times. He slowly lifted my feet from the floor and slipped his tongue between my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me to our room; never once loosing rhythm with his lips. I expected him to place me gently on the bed like he usually did; but instead he tossed me onto the bed, jerked off his shirt and threw himself down with me. I could tell from that moment that this time wasn't going to be like any other.

I could feel myself giving in to his touch; everywhere his hands went they started a small fire within me that spread until it had engulfed my entire body. I pulled back just far enough that I could speak, "Peeta, I don't want us to rush this. It's been so long since we took our time and I want this to be special. I mean, after all, it is the beginning of starting our family."

"You're absolutely right, this shouldn't be rushed. So tell me, what do you want? This?" he placed his lips strongly against mine pushing his tongue into my mouth. "This," he cupped my breast in his hand and touched it as if it were a statue made of blown glass; fragile and very easily destroyed. "Or maybe this," he quickly pushed himself inside me, causing me to gasp, which brought about a reaction for him as well.

"Yes," I replied quickly before pulling his face to mine. I have always marveled at how well our bodies fit together. Peeta always surprises me with something he does differently; whether it's just moving slower against me, or faster when I least expect it. This time, he had already surprised me by sliding slowly down my body, leaving a kiss on every inch. He had never done anything like that before. It was then that I felt something I truly had never expected, it is truly amazing what his tongue can do to me. He pulled it gently from inside me and traced along the inside of my thigh; I could not help but to allow a loud moan to escape my lips. I felt his lips gently turn up into a smile as my fingers, rather roughly, knotted themselves in his hair. As much as I was enjoying the pleasure that he was giving to me, I placed my hands on either side of his face and lifted it to mine, replacing his tongue on my lips.

Rather quickly, he pushed himself inside me once again, this time evoking a loud scream that I could not suppress. His lips gently touched mine, leaving them craving more; that was the end of taking it slow.

Normally, when we got to this point, everything became a blur; but not this time. It was different; it was as if time slowed and everything else around us was in slow motion. The only thing that truly existed was me, Peeta, and our love for each other. We moved to a rhythm all our own; the only sounds I heard were our hearts beating as one and our breathing working together to create the perfect harmony.

Peeta moved his kisses down onto my neck and back again pressing his tongue between my lips. As the passion mounted, Peeta let out a deep moan, sounding something like a growl. This sound, short and low as it may have been, brought about feelings in me that I never knew I could feel. As if it were possible, my enjoyment grew; and the more it grew, the more I wanted. Every touch of his hands, thrust of his hips, and lingering kiss left me wanting even more of him.

It wasn't long before our passions got the better of us; I felt that sudden rush of energy and had no choice but to let out a long moan. My passion was quickly accompanied by a final moan from Peeta and a flow inside me. It was then that he rolled over to lie beside me.

I reached up and wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, pulling him close to me. Our heart rates slowed together while we lay wrapped in each other's arms, my head on his chest. Peeta leaned down and gently placed a small kiss on my forehead.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice was so low and sincere that it sent shivers down my spine.

"I love you too; you mean everything to me. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you. You're my world; you're my everything." I moved my head slightly against his chest so that I was looking directly into his eyes. Their deep blue was like the sky right after a storm. I had told Peeta before that my favorite color was green like the leaves on the forest trees, but I realized now that it was no longer true; now, it was blue like the beautiful eyes of my perfect husband. Staring into those eyes, I was hypnotized; the longer I looked into them, the further into them I fell.

I was suddenly jarred back to reality by Peeta's hand rising to stroke my hair. At the first touch of his hand, I pulled myself up to place a hard kiss on his lips. It was clear then, that we weren't finished with each other yet.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I awakened alone in bed. This was unusual; Peeta usually laid in bed with me until I woke up. I pulled myself out of bed and slipped on the nightgown that had never made it onto my body the night before. I put on my slippers and made my way to the stairs. The minute I stepped outside our bedroom, I could smell Peeta's delicious strawberry bear claws baking in the oven. When I made it into the kitchen, I could see that Peeta had set the table beautifully; he didn't turn to face me but continued working at the counter.

"Good morning my beautiful bride," he came over, kissed me gently on the lips, and pulled out the chair in front of me, "Have a seat, I'll be right back." The prospect of being called 'beautiful' made me blush. I just couldn't figure out why this morning was any different from the other eight hundred times Peeta had said it; perhaps it was because just last night, Peeta had shown me just how beautiful he found me to be.

Once he finished icing the perfect cake on the counter, he came and sat at the table with me.

"What's all this for?" I asked quietly as if there were already a child in the house and they were sleeping in the next room.

"I felt like my gorgeous wife," he reached up and gently brushed my cheek "deserved a breakfast that was at least half as beautiful and perfect as she is." It never ceased to amaze me how far Peeta would go to make me happy. I could remember a time earlier in our marriage when he had made a cake for my birthday that stood at least three feet tall and would have measured two feet in width. He had covered my eyes and led me into the house. When I first saw the cake, I loved it; but when he led me around to the other side, I was floored. He had painted, from memory, a portrait of me with my bow drawn back to shoot. Written out in beautiful calligraphy "Happy Birthday My Love." Needless to say, my presents didn't get opened until the next day. He always had the same look in his eyes that seemed to say 'what do you want my love? Whatever it is I will get it for you'.

My reminiscing was cut short by the timer's alarm. "I'll get the bread out of the oven and then, you can see what I've prepared for you." He got up and walked over to the oven. It was then that I smelled the intoxicating aroma of almond poppy seed bread. Peeta only made almond poppy seed bread for me when he was truly happy. It wasn't that it ever took him very long to prepare the bread, but poppy seeds and almonds were hard to come by. I was suddenly overwhelmed by a wave of happiness. There was nothing that made me happier than when Peeta was happy. I knew exactly why he was so happy, Peeta was overjoyed that we were finally trying to have a baby. There was nothing that Peeta had wanted more in the entire time that we had been married than to be able to look down into a pair of sweet little eyes and hear someone say, "Daddy."

I watched him as he gathered the plates from the counter; he was good at hiding surprises from me until the exact moment that he wanted me to see them. He walked over to the table and sat my plate down in front of me covered with a napkin. He walked behind me and placed his arms around me. As he was placing gentle kisses along my neck, he pulled the napkin off displaying a beautiful meal of one of the greatest omelets I had ever seen; filled with wide strips of bacon and made of the finest eggs anyone could buy.

"Peeta, how much did it cost you to make this? Eggs and bacon are expensive. I don't want you to spend too much; our regular breakfast would have been fine."

"Will you calm down, the eggs were free, I got them from the bakery and the butcher gave me the bacon for making him a cake for his wife's birthday. As for the pastries, we have so much of those ingredients at the bakery that we don't know what to do with them."

After that I calmed down a little and started to eat. But my curiosity still nagged at me.

"Peeta?"

"What is it?"

"It's nothing; I was just wondering, what has you in such a good mood this morning?"

"Well," he paused for a moment pretending to think, "I woke up this morning next to the most beautiful woman in the world and the love of my life; and I realized, nothing could ever separate us. Then I started thinking, any child I have with this glorious angel would be more beautiful and more precious than all the treasures in the world. That's why I'm in such a good mood."

I was floored; never in all my life had I heard such a waterfall of compliments all directed at me. The amount of love radiating off of his words was overwhelming. I began to wonder if all these thoughts came to him every morning. I had never been referred to as an "angel". I could feel my face begin to heat up and I knew that the color wasn't unnoticeable.

"You're blushing; I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no, Peeta, you didn't make me uncomfortable. I'm flattered that you see me that way. But do you want to know why I am in such a good mood this morning?"

"Why?" he playfully placed his face in his hands and looked at me like a child would look at a storyteller weaving their web.

"I woke up this morning thinking that last night had to be a dream because it was too perfect to be a reality. When I realized that everything about it was real, I couldn't help but smile, because I got the opportunity to show the most amazing, handsome, and sexy man in all the world just how much I love him."

He sat quietly for a moment just looking at me. I waited impatiently for a response, needing to know his opinion.

"Well say something."

"I love you."

"I love you too." We leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on each other's lips.

As we ate our breakfast, I couldn't help watching Peeta's strong jaw as he chewed. It was as if it were chiseled out of stone, being too perfect for it to be just human. My gaze continued over his face, stopping at his eyes, cheekbones, and eyelashes, finally coming to rest on his lips. Oh, how I longed to feel those perfect lips against my bare flesh once again. He had done such amazing things with those lips last night and left me feeling as if he wanted to do more. The more I looked at him, the more I yearned for him. I barely noticed as he traded my empty plate for containing a piece of lemon cake (my favorite) and a beautiful strawberry bear claw. I quickly ate my desert, never taking my eyes off of Peeta. He seemed to notice me staring at him when he gathered our plates. He smiled knowingly and I knew he felt the same way I did.

"Can I at least wash the dishes?" he flashed me a sexy half smile and turned toward the sink.

While waiting for him to finish the dishes, I began visually exploring the rest of his body; from his perfect golden locks down to his feet. It had never been a mystery to me that Peeta was very attractive; he always had been. I quickly realized that I had to do something, he was too irresistible; this was an area where I was powerless to say no. once the thought of being tangled up with Peeta crossed my mind, there was no putting it out.

I got up from the table and made my way over to him. I placed my arms around his waist allowing my palms to touch along the way.

Peeta lowered the plate he had been washing back down into the sink. Realizing that he got the hint, I allowed my hands to roam over his chest while gently pressing my lips to the area between his shoulder blades. He turned slowly and placed his hands, still wet, on either side of my face and kissed me passionately. My knees buckled underneath me and he lifted me into his arms, never once releasing his hold over my lips.

He walked all the way up the stairs and into our bedroom in this manner. Unlike before, he gently placed me on our bed and forced me to wait until he removed his shirt. He then crawled slowly up my body, leaving kisses all the way. Though I hadn't lost any clothing yet, each kiss burned straight through my skin searing it. His hands slowly made their way underneath my blouse, pushing it over my head and into the floor. His hands didn't stop there; they continued up my body until they were knotted into my hair which had lost its braid at some point between the kitchen and the bedroom. My hips began to thrust involuntarily allowing me to feel Peeta's hardness against me. I let out a low moan as his lips met mine again.

I allowed my hands to travel gently down his chest to the waistband of his pants. I didn't open the button immediately; I ran my hands around his hips and placed my fingers inside his pants just enough to get a response.

"Katniss, you're teasing again."

"I know, sometimes I don't want it to go so fast. I enjoy this time with you. I never want it to end."

"Me either; I love you Katniss."

"I love you too Peeta," I say guiding his lips back to mine. I don't tell him enough, but he is my world, my everything. He is my dandelion in the spring, my boy with the bread, my breath of fresh air, and the love of my life. If I didn't have him, I'm not sure what I would do.

I bring my hands around his waist to his front and allow my hands to find his button. Peeta quickly responds to this by moving his hands up my back and to the clasp of my bra. He was so skilled at removing it, that I hardly noticed it fall to the floor.

I pressed myself hard against his body, showing him just how badly I needed him. He seemed to read my mind, reaching down to unfasten my pants, causing a gasp to escape my lips as the cold air hit my legs. Peeta noticed this and brought the covers over our bodies.

"Thank you" I whispered into his ear, his response being a hard kiss against my lips. Our labored breathing picked up and mingled together as our bodies began to sweat. My hands moved to his boxers, needing him greatly now. He seemed to read my mind, allowing his hands to quickly remove my panties.

He paused for a moment, hovering over me, and looked into my eyes; as if to ask permission.

"Please Peeta," I replied; slowly nodding my head and pulling his face back to mine as he thrust himself inside me. It never failed that I let a small gasp escape my lips when Peeta was inside me. I had been pleasantly surprised our first time by his size. I hadn't known much about sexual things, but I had known then that he was highly above average size. This same thought came to mind every time I was with My Peeta.

"Peeta," I sighed quietly as he kissed my neck gently. He was always so generous yet so gentle with me. I quite enjoyed the way he made love to me. I quite enjoyed the way he made love to me. One minute, he could be a roaring lion, devouring his prey; the next, a gentle lamb simply showing his love and affection. As my pleasure grew, I dug my nails into Peeta's shoulders. This made him begin to thrust harder and faster inside me. I screamed his name and forced myself to move my hands to the blankets beneath me.

"Katniss, are you alright?" Peeta asked, always the worrier.

"I'm fine…ohh…I just didn't want…oh god…to make your back bleed with…oh Peeta…with my nails."

"I wouldn't mind."

"But I would." That was the end of our conversation. I was nearing my end slowly but surely as Peeta began kneading my breasts slowly but with a fantastically gentle pressure that caused me to moan loudly. The more Peeta worked, the closer I got, until finally, I gripped the blankets tightly and screamed Peeta's name loudly, releasing my pleasure against his body.

He thrusts into me only a few more times before meeting his own end and releasing himself inside me. He then rolled over next to me as I turned my body to place my head on his fast-moving chest. I could hear his heart rate beating against mine; it began to lull me into a slumber, until Peeta spoke.

"Katniss?"

"Yes?"

"Is it ever strange for you?"

"What do you mean?" I turned my head to stare into those beautiful blue eyes.

"Being with someone who only has one leg?"

"What would make you think that?"

"Nothing really, I was just wondering."

"Peeta," I replied, pulling my body closer and throwing my leg across his waist, "if it was strange for me, do you honestly think that I would want it so often?"

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and moved my head back down to its original place. He placed a gentle kiss on top of my head and buried his face in my hair.

"Thank you Katniss. I love you."

"I love you too, but I was only honest."

"I'm glad," he replied, smiling into my hair. It was then that we both drifted off to sleep.