"Are you going to hunt?" I shake my head, massaging a crick in the back of my neck. "No, I think I'm going to lay low today." Peeta nods, kneading a slab of dough on the counter. I'm still surprised by how much I love him. Even the littlest things he does, like knead dough, can bring on a flurry of emotions that stop me dead in my tracks. He always told me I never knew the effect I could have on people, but I don't think he quite understands what he's truly capable of either.
He senses me watching him from the doorway and he looks over his shoulder, flashing me a smile. "What's on your mind?" I shrug; I've never been able to verbalize my feelings like he can. Even now that we're married, I rarely say 'I love you' outright. That's not to say I don't show him how much I love him, but I'm not as verbal about it as he is.
"I love you, Katniss." See, even there. It's as if he knows me so well, he knows when I'm thinking about how much I love him. I smile at him for a moment before he goes back to kneading, and I retreat into the living room. I want to sit down on the couch, but Buttercup has stretched out so that there's only the smallest bit of room for me on the loveseat. "Up, up!" I swat at him, and he hisses up at me, his one eye narrowing as he catches sight of me. I roll my eyes and pick him up, ignoring his frenzied meows and flailing, and I drop him on the ground. He skulks off, no doubt imagining ways he can scratch me later.
I lay down, my head resting on the arm of the loveseat, and my eyes feel heavy. I didn't even know I was tired until this moment.
I'm staring at the small screen, surrounded by different officials in District 13. My eyes are wide and my hands are shaking as I see the camera shifting to the side, and the blood spattering against the white tile. I feel like gagging. They're torturing him.
I awake to find Finn smiling and poking at me. I smile groggily and wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him on top of me. He giggles and I pull him close. "I lost a tooth today," he holds up a wad of paper towel that I assume is holding said tooth. "That's amazing!" I humor him, burying my face in his sandy blonde hair. "Did you learn anything today?" He shakes his head, completely engrossed in the tooth now lying in his open palm. "Well, that's a shame since that's the whole purpose of school." I look up and see Peeta leaning against the bookshelf. "Can I keep it?" Finn looks at Peeta and me, his face begging for permission. Peeta chuckles and walks over, "sure, why not?" Finn jumps off of the couch and out of my grasp and runs up to his room, presumably to hide it somewhere safe. "Where's Prim?" I ask, stretching my arms above my head to get out the kinks formed during my nap. "She's reading in the office." He comes closer and I sit up a little so he has room to sit down. When he does, I put my head in his lap, and he brushes the dark hair out of my eyes. "I must've slept for a few hours…" I say, half talking to myself. He makes a noise of agreement, "I took some rolls to Haymitch earlier." I angle my head so that I'm looking up at him, "how is he?" A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, "Drunk, as usual." "He needs the bottle, but I guess that's not much different than me needing you." Peeta leans down and kisses me, and I intertwine my fingers in his blonde hair, pulling him closer to me. When we release from the kiss, he gives me that same goofy look he gives me every time, almost as if he can't believe what just happened. "I need you too," he whispers, giving me another kiss.