-Continuation of Mockingjay-

So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"

I tell him, "Real."

Our lips are about to touch when someone knocks on the door. I'm about to swear a thousand swear words at whoever wants to destroy this moment. Unlike all the other moments I've had with Peeta in the past years, this one is real. Well, aside from the rooftop scene before the Quell.

Peeta sighs then laughs, "I'll get it."

I grab his hand as he stands for support. I got too attached to this couch to stand on my own. "We'll both get it," I say.

A few more knocks on the door. This person is terribly impatient.

"Coming!" I shout.

We walk to the door hand-in-hand and I'm ready to slap the person with my free hand if this isn't important. Peeta twists the knob and we both let go of each other's grip.

There's a huge grin on his face. He's holding loads of shopping bags. Peeta and I just stand there in front of him motionless.

"Cinna?" Peeta asks, who is as confused as I am.

"Surprise. Missed me?" Cinna laughs.

I poke his face to make sure he wasn't a ghost haunting our home. He laughs a little and pokes me in the belly. That sort of hurt…I can't be dreaming.

"It's really me, Katniss. You two haven't looked any better." He says with a smile.

"We thought you were dead!" I exclaim with tears falling down my cheeks.

"Nice to see you, too." he says. I can't help but laugh. Great. Now I'm making weird noises that consist of both laughing and crying. "There, there." He pats my head and opens his arms and I immediately wrap mine around him. Peeta hugs the both of us and it takes a long time before we let go.

We all go inside the house and I make tea for the three of us. Peeta wipes his teary eyes while Cinna pats him on the back. I set the china set down on the coffee table and kiss Peeta on the cheek. I can't stand him hurt. He smiles and gets his cup.

"This is good tea," Cinna comments.

"Thank you," I say. "This was the one Bonnie and Twill made."

"Who?"

"Oh, no one." I give Peeta a small smile because I've told him about the two who were insisting that District 13 existed. I silently thank them in my head and sit there sipping my cup with Peeta's strong arm around me.

Cinna smirks at us. "Look at you guys." I can see his eyes water. "My Mockingjay did the right thing."