Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Hunger Games. Not the idea, not the characters, not even the awesomeness. :(

Summary: Katniss and Peeta are both 19. This is a simple story from the time they are 19 to the time they have their second child. :D (FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF)

Song For This Chapter: For The First Time by The Script

Katniss POV-

I take a seat on the plush chair in my living room biting my finger nails. I tuck my legs in close to my chest and take a deep breath. Peeta had another attack. The third one in the last two weeks. I don't know if I can handle it. If I could just figure out what triggers it, I could stop it. Atleast for awhile. I sometimes wish we could start over. Before the Quarter Quell. I could have loved him enough to stay by his side the entire time and he could have made it back to District 13 with me. But things happen for a reason.

"These times are hard for you Katniss." Haymitch walks in with a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Can I have some?" I ask, pointing lazily to the bottle.

He grins slightly, "We know how that turned out last time. So that's a no."

I sigh. "Fine."

"Peeta is asleep right now in your guest room. He is unbelievably depressed. He regrets punching you and almost choking you to death." He says as he takes a swig of the red liquid in his mouth.

I touch the fresh bruise on my face and the burns on my neck. "It's not his fault."

"He thinks it is." He sighs, taking a seat on the sofa.

"Do you think it would be safe if I went up there in the morning?" I ask, a small smile at the corner of my mouth.

"You could try. Just be careful sweetheart." He stares at me for a few second with a gleam of grief and then stands up and walks out the front door.

"Please Peeta. Get better." I whisper to the small pearl in my hand.

Peeta's pearl. My pearl.

I wake up to the sun in my eyes. It's finally morning. I remember what happened last night and quietly make my way up the stairs to the guest room. I see the door is open slightly so I walk in.

"Peeta?" I whisper, I see his body laying on the bed. He stares at the ceiling and sighs.

"Katniss. You don't know how sorry I am." He starts to sob into his shirt as he sits up.

"Peeta. Listen to me. I know you're sorry, but it isn't entirely your fault. You understand that Peeta? I want you to understand that. It hurts me to see you like this. I need you to get that Peeta. I love you so much. I don't want you to feel broken like I do. You have to stay together so you can keep me together. I am broken glass and you are my glue." I say as I take a seat next to him.

I lift up his head to look him in the eyes. His gorgeous blue eyes dig deep into my grey ones. His light pink lips tremble with fear. I lean in and kiss each tear away. He takes my hands into his and takes a deep breath.

"We were once crazy people. Now we have eachother. To hold and protect from danger." I smile.

"I'm still crazy. Crazy for you." He smiles and wipes away the rest of his tears.

I hug him tightly. We are smiling but so very close to crying even more. It feels like I'm meeting him for the first time. The kind, young, sweet Peeta who saved my life.

"You're amazing Peeta." I say as I lay on the bed.

He lays down next to me and pulls me close. Both of our noses touching.

"I wouldn't say amazing. Now, I didn't get any sleep last night..." He starts.

"Me neither." I look into his eyes.

"So Katniss, will you stay with me?" He asks, closing his eyes. A smile still on his face.

"Yes Peeta. I'll stay with you. Where else would I rather be?" I say, closing my eyes.

"Oh and Katniss?" He asks.

"Yes Peeta?" I reply, my eyes open gently.

"Well...I love you. Just thought I would let you know." He says.

I laugh. "I love you too Peeta. So much."

Peeta begins to make a late breakfast as Haymitch walks in. I sit at the table and wait. Peeta doesnt't like me doing all the work.

"You seem to be waking up on your own now." I say, reading a book on mockingjays.

"Yeah well with the stupid geese, they honk honk honk all morning. I throw empty bottles at them and they actually try to come in the house!" He snarls as he takes a seat on the kitchen chair.

"That's good. You're not as lazy as you used to be." I look up from my book and he glares at me.

"You're still as annoying as ever." He smiles a bit.

Peeta brings over plates of eggs and bacon and cups of orange juice.

"Thank you baker boy." I giggle.

"Yes. Thanks lover boy." Haymitch says as he grabs a plate of eggs.

You like? You like? You like? I like. ;) REVIEW? I think I will do 10 chapters for this story? It will lead up to maybe... *COUGH* a wedding? *COUGH*... ;) *Maddy*