"It was just a bad nightmare." I tell her as she uncontrollably sobs into my chest.

This is how it's been for a while now. I bake. She hunts. Then we come to my house, or hers, so we don't face our nightmares alone.

I help her get though them, and she helps me.

Because I love her.

"Happy Birthday," I tell her.

She's twenty three, and the nightmares are still there yet we have each other to get though it all.

"Thank you," she tells me. I'm determined to make her day as special as possible.

Because I love her.

"Peeta, Peeta, Peeta! I'm here. I'm here." She tells me.

It's the flash backs, they still happen occasionally.

"Go Katniss please, please, just go." I know she's hurt. She always is when I tell her this.

But, it's because I love her.

"Katniss? Just think about it. Will you. Please." I want children. She knows I do.

I remind her almost twice a year.

The outcome is always the same answer though so I don't expect anything different. Yet they are.

"Okay." The words come out of her mouth so, suddenly so apprehensively.

And I can't even believe it that I have to ask, I must, "Real or not real?"

And she tells me, "Real Peeta, very real."

Because now this has made me love her even more.

"I love you Peeta." I love when she says it, in times like these.

She always make the happiest moments even happier.

I kiss her. I kiss her until the air in my lungs give out, and there's no one on this planet but us right now.

Because I love her.

"Mommy, Daddy." Our children. They're beautiful.

A boy and a girl, our very own mine and Katniss'. Our own Family.

At first it was so foreign. The thought of children. Especially for Katniss, but now its first nature.

They look like her, I tell her every day. She says they look like me more, but I stop all her words with, thanking and kissing her because she's so spectacular for giving me something.

Something that I could only paint in pictures and imagine in dreams. The good dreams.

This is all because I love them.

I, Peeta Mellark, have been a victim of love, the deadliest yet most beautiful emotion, because I have a weakness for beautiful things.

It's Katniss Everdeen, because I love her.

Thanks for reading. Please review. For me, just to know how I did with this.

For Josh Hutcherson. For Peeta Mellark. For your favorite character in any book.

Well, I hope you enjoyed it. I just thought of it randomly while watching Goblet of Fire. I know Random. I am.