The Wedding
Peeta smiled as he looked at himself in his beautiful wedding dress. He pulled it down and grinned as he played with his pushed back hair, with small gem stones hidden within it. Gods, he looked beautiful.
Gale smiled as straightened out his suit. Today was going to be great. He was marrying Peeta Mellark, the boy with the bread, even though that particular name meant very little to him, it seemed relevant because Katniss referred to him as that sometimes within his inner-monologue.
Today, Katniss didn't matter though, because she was long dead now he was marrying her widowed husband.
It had begun when Peeta had told him about Katniss' death and he had realised he was actually in love with Peeta and then he and Peeta had gotten drunk and then had sex.
Gale smiled as Peeta walked down the aisle. It was a small wedding because they thought their wedding might be badly judged. Then again, Katniss had been dead for two weeks, so everyone ought to be over it by now.
"Gale looks so pretty." Peeta thought as he headed towards Gale.
"Peeta looks handsomer and handsomer each time I lay my two eyes upon him. Good God! He's a fine specimen!"
"I know pronounce us Man and husband. Yay!" and then they were married and went home and did sexy things to one another because was their honeymoon and that's what people do on their honeymoon.
