I am disappointed that my face isn't the first he see's when he wakes, but he see's it now. His features register disbelief and something more intense that I cant quite place. He leaps to his feet and moves toward me. I run to meet him, my arms extended to embrace him. His hands are reaching for me too, to caress my face, I think. My lips are just forming his name when his fingers lock around my throat.

A harsh scream emanates from my body. I am thrashing, trying to get him off of me. He is trying to kill me!

"Kat?" he whispers "Katniss, calm down. It was just a dream," He coos, cradling me in his arms, softly brushing my hair with his hands. I still resist slightly, not completely awake. Tears are falling from my face, as they do every time I wake from a nightmare. I hug myself closer to him, now that I know I am no longer dreaming, wanting to feel his reassuring touch. "Do you want to talk about it?" Peeta asks. I sniff loudly, and sit upright.

"You were strangling me.." I say, still sniffing and wiping the tears away. "I know it wasn't real, maybe my subconscious is just trying to tell me that we should wait to get married." I look down, hoping he doesnt notice the onset of cold feet.

He sit's up, and leans over to me, "I love you, Katniss, and you love me, right?"

"Yes" I whisper back.

"Then we have nothing to worry about. You're mother is coming in from District 4, and you know Prim is here with us in spirit, as are my parents, and Madge."

"I know," I say, trying hard not to cry at the thought of Prim.

"Then what is there to be worried about?" He asks.

"Nothing," Peeta leans in closer and takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look into his beautiful eyes. "I love you, and that is all that matters." I whisper.

"Thats more like it," he says, and places his lips on mine, taking every bit of my self to concentrate on him. I weave my hands into his perfect blond curls, he wraps his arms around my waist.

The night drifts into peaceful oblivion, and I forget about the nightmares and evil things that lurk. Peeta is mine, and always will be.