"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I said no, Peeta!" one 37-year-old Katniss Everdeen delared.
"Please, Katniss," pleaded her husband, Peeta Mellark.
"What if something goes wrong, Peeta?"
"That's a 'what if'," Peeta argued. "We don't know for a fact whether or not anything will happen."
"It might!" she cried.
"Please," he said quietly. "Trust me on this. We've got medicine, doctors, and we can always call your mother."
"But…" Katniss blurted out before Peeta captured her lips into a soft kiss.
He pulled back and put his forehead on hers. Peeta's blue eyes met Katniss' gray ones.
"For me?" he murmured almost inaudibly, and Katniss sighed, looking anywhere but the blue eyes of the puppy holding her face.
"Okay. If it really means that much to you," She said.
Peeta's face broke into a wide grin, and kissed her again. "I love you, Katniss." He said, his sincerity almost overlapped by the unextenguishable jubilance on his face.
"It won't be easy, for me or you," she warned Peeta.
"I know," He replied. "But you've survived two Hunger games, a war, and I'll be here for you, every single step of the way."
The End.