Peeta. That is who is at the door. I probably look like a deer in headlights.
"Peeta, What are you doing here?" I ask stepping outside.
"I thought I would come by and ask you about some homework… I didn't have your number, I thought I would stop by. I live three houses down."
"Sorry, I have to watch my little sister," I lie. I can't let him know I'm a mom.
"I'm great with kids, I don't mind."
"She is shy. She doesn't like people very much," I say.
"Ah, so she is like you?" He was joking.
"Ha-ha very funny. Now leave before I cancel next Friday."
He laughs and agrees to leave. Feeling relieved, I go back inside and see Willow still sitting on the floor watching TV. I smile and run over to pick her up. Hearing her laugh is joy to my ears.
If anyone can make me happy it would be her, she is my hero. Even if everyone else doesn't approve, she was worth it all.
That night after her bath I tuck her in.
"Mommy? Can you tell me a sleepy story?" Willow asks as she looks up at me.
"Okay, I guess," I say before beginning, "Once upon a time, there was a young princess. She was to be married to an awful Prince. He hated her and wanted to banish her from the kingdom as soon as they were married. One day, the Princess decided to go sit by a little lake all by herself. Then came by a servant man, He was tall and had golden hair. He was really something, The Princess, over a few months, started to like the dashing servant.
He would always be nice to the Princess and vowed to her that he would never let anyone hurt her or banish her from the kingdom. She soon found him practicing to ask for her hand in marriage. When the time came for the Servant to really ask her she said yes. They lived happily ever after."
"Mommy that was a pretty story. Can I meet the servant man?"
"Honey, it is just a story. It isn't real," I say.
"But, you talked to the servant man today. I saw him, he had golden hair and he was tall. I want to meet that servant man."
"Maybe," I say before kissing her head then leaving.
The next day at school I go up to Peeta.
"Hey, Katniss, what's up?" He asks looking me over.
"I need to talk to you."
"Okay, want to talk to me in private?"
"Yes, now come on," I say turning and walking away.
Once we reach a secret place he looks at me eagerly.
"Would you keep a secret if I told it to you?" I ask nervously.
"Yeah! Of course, what is it? I'll tell you a secret too."
"You tell me yours first."
"Well, I really like you and want to be your boyfriend," He says with a blush creeping up his neck.
"I don't have a little sister," I say as I look down at the ground.
"So, yesterday, you just didn't want to hang out with me?" He asks like a wounded puppy.
"Just, come over tonight and you'll see," I say and take a deep breath, "Oh, yeah, I'm single and you seem like an okay guy."
Just then he did something I would have never suspected. He pushed me up against the wall softly and kissed my lips. His were soft on my dried lips, all I could think was that after tonight he would never do that again.