Sweetheart? I Don't Think so…
"Babe?" he inquired, rubbing my arm for affect. I shook my head. "Darling…" he whispered.
"Really?" I snapped back. He knit his eyebrows together.
"Angel." "Try farthest thing from. Honey, you're so sweet. I don't need a nickname. Just kiss me," I insisted, leaning in and kissing his lips softly with no reaction from Peeta. He was thinking.
"You have one for me though," he replied. "Sweethear-" I clapped my hand over his mouth before he even had the chance to finish. His eyes grew wide as saucers and I let go.
"Don't even think about that!" I exclaimed. "Haymitch calls me that, there's no way I can love you when all I think is- ugh!" I explained with a shudder. He leaned back on the couch helpless. I scooted closer hoping he's scoop me up and kiss me until I giggled. I even lied my head on his shoulder for good measure, but still nothing.
I stood up walked to the kitchen where I rummaged through our food for a snack. He still would shoot random ideas at me most of which were met with an unenthusiastic "no". I ended up choosing something from the top shelve which I was too short to reach. With just a couple more inches I'd have it, but no.
"Peeta, honey, could you get that down for me?" I begged pointing to the bag of apples on the top shelf. He looked as though he were contemplating another name. I shook my head at him and climbed onto the counter. He quickly rose at the sight of this and held my hips to keep me from falling.
"Shorty?" he tried. I set the apples on the counter and looked into his striking blue eyes.
"Nope," I said with emphasis on the "p".
"Okay, I'm lost." Peeta picked up an apple and took a bite out of it in defeat. I don't know why, but it was so attractive. I found myself staring open-mouthed before deciding how homely I probably looked. He caught my eye and winked. I smiled a large grin at him.
"You can't think of anything?" I asked, more curious now as to what he was thinking. He made a thoughtful face.
"Mockingjay? Girl on fire?" he tried.
"Creativity Peeta!" I demanded of him, he shied away. I watched thoughts cross over his face as he tried desperately to come up with one.
"The only thing I keep thinking is how beautiful you are," he said, his face brightening at his realization. He grabbed my hand and twirled me into his arms. "Beautiful," he beamed, leaning down and kissing me.
I blushed a bright red at such flattery, knowing just how lucky I was to have him.