Hi, this is my very first Fanfic. I don't do much writing so I really hope this is okay. It's about life after the rebellion. Please review. Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games or his characters.
Prim is gone for months now. I'm left alone with Peeta and Haymitch. All we can do now is trying to rebuild ourselves up. Peeta and I decided to stay at his house now. I just can't be in my house anymore. In my house, she's just everywhere I look, in the living room with Buttercup, in the kitchen with mom, …. I couldn't stand it anymore and I was actually spending all my time at Peeta's so when he asked me to move in 2 weeks ago, I did.
Our daily activities are for now one baking and hunting. Peeta try to teach me how to bake cupcakes. I can bake the cake, but still can't make a good frosting!
Peeta is baking cheese buns while I'm watching his strong hand working. I can't believe Peeta and could actually smile again after everything that happened. He's still having flashbacks but now I'm here to help him, and he helps me with my nightmares by taking my in his arms when we are sleeping. I don't use my pillow anymore, because I sleep better when I'm resting on his chest. He's presence is more real when I can hear his heart beat.
The smell of the cheese buns is filling in the kitchen. "So, they'll be ready in about 30 minutes from now on. What do you want to do till then?" Peeta says while he's looking at me with he's gorgeous blue eyes. "Well Haymitch is probably drunk right now, so going over there isn't an option. Why don't we stay here and enjoy each other for a while? "I look at him with what I think should be a seductive smile. He craps me and we both fell in the couch. There he kisses me gently and our kiss becomes more and more passionate till I open my mouth and we our tongs fight for dominance. For a few minutes we forgot about everything else. It's like nothing ever happened. There is just Peeta and me. All I think about right now is the feeling of his lips against mine. My hands are going into his hair to pull him even closer to me. One of His hands on my waste and the other stroking my neck. "I love you", he whispers between to kisses. "I love you to", I reply before starting kissing him again.
We stay on the couch till the oven begins to ring. "The cheese buns are ready!" He says. I think he could see the disappointment in my eyes because he gives me some more quick kisses before actually getting up to pick out the cheese buns. "They smell great! Like almost everything you do!" The only thing that does not really smell great is …, actually everything always smells great when Peeta baked it!
When the cheese buns are a bit colder we eat them in the kitchen. Even if we actually have a dining room, we always eat in the kitchen. Peeta just froze in front of me; I can see in his eyes that he's having a flashback. I don't know if it's a real one which then should hopefully be a good one, or if he's having a bad one. I get up and kneel next to him while a crap he's hand. I stroke his hand gently for what seems to be hours, when suddenly he moves and look at me. "You didn't kill my parents, real or unreal?" He asks even if he probably already knows I didn't. "Real, I didn't. Snow did." I reply why a take him in my arms and just stay so for a couple of minutes. This must be so hard for him. He really lost everyone and doesn't even remember what really happened. I swear, if Snow wasn't dead yet that it wouldn't take long for him to be. I can tell Peeta is exhausted. So I take his hand and take him upstairs to our bedroom. When Peeta is in, he immediately goes in bed without even changing clothes. I close the door and join him in bed. He opens his arms and I cover us both while I put my head on his chest. "I love you Peeta…" I whisper. "I love you too Katniss." He answers just before he falls asleep. I watch him sleeping for a while, knowing that he really need it. If I started sleeping now, the nightmares would wake me up in no time and he'll still be exhausted.
I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter. Please forgive me for possible grammatical mistakes. English isn't my mother tongue