A/N: Hi! First, I want to thank you for the wonderful reviews for my first THG fanfic "Pool Day."
Next, regarding this story, I'm still thinking how long this is going to be. Depends on your reviews. I'm going to finish the first part then tell me what you think okay? This takes place 2 years after Mockingjay but Peeta and Katniss aren't married yet. Lastly, this can be both in Katniss or Peeta's POV. I'm sorry if they are out of character. Please R & R :D
Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games series or even the characters. This belongs to Suzanne Collins. I'm just a big fan of her.
I quietly admire the beautiful cake displays outside of the bakery. I remember how Prim and I used to do this all the time but can't afford to buy it. Prim. I will never be able to do this with her again. Come to think of it, I will never be able to do anything else with her. She's long gone. It's already been two years since the war ended but I can still feel all the wounds it gave me. And I know things will never be the same again. I feel my tears rolling down my cheeks again. I'm tired of this, I think. I'm tired of crying out all the pain. There's nothing left. Everyone's gone and all that's left is Haymitch and my Peeta. I rub my tear stained eyes as I hear the door behind me close and open.
"What's wrong?" Peeta's voice is filled with worry. He quickly wrapped me in his arms and for that moment I felt the sense of completeness in me.
"Your cakes are so beautiful, it made me cry." I say trying to break the tension. He cupped my face in his hands and made me look in his piercing blue eyes that I love so much. One look at him and I already knew he wasn't buying my excuse. I knew there was nothing else I could do so instead of answering I just pulled him in and kissed him.
"So, ready to go home?" I say pulling myself away from him.
"Okay, let me just lock up the bakery okay?" He replies, still holding my hand we go inside the shop for to pack his stuff.
We were only three more blocks away from our house when we stopped. Our house, I think. The house that we share together, no one else. It's not a new setup for us, after everything we've been through, we just decided that it will be better living together. He will be able to kiss and fight all my nightmares goodbye while I can guide him through what's real and what is not by being there with him during his episodes. His episodes are much better than before though, He only gets one at least once every 2 months which is a big improvement according to Dr. Aurelius.
"Haymitch either has a guest or a new car…" Peeta says breaking my chain of thoughts.
"There is now way he is buying a hot pink car, even without being sober." I reply laughing by Peeta's side, my fingers still interwind with his.
"Do you think Haymitch will mind if we just barge in to see who his date is for tonight?" Peeta mutters.
"It's not like he can keep it from us forever. 'Common!" I say dragging him towards Haymitch's house.
We often tell Haymitch to keep his doors lock but he always insists that he can take on anything.
We enter as quietly as we can, trying hard not laugh but barely succeeding. We glide through our tiptoes then hide behind the corner. We soon notice how clean and sweet-smelling his house is. All the empty bottles of liquor that usually lay around until Peeta and I pick it up are gone. The curtains are also freshly washed and ironed.
"Whoever his lover is, she took Haymitch to a whole new level." I mutter under my breath.
"Haymitch has a lover?" Her voice filled with amusement and surprise, cheery as ever in that capitol accent of hers. Without even looking I already know who she is.
"Effie?" Peeta says as he turns around.