I wake up to the alarm clock going off. Peeta's arms wind around me pulling me close to him as he yawns. A smile creeps across my lips and I open my eyes.
"Morning beautiful." He says softly, he tone clouded with sleep. He places a kiss on my forehead and climbs out of bed. I give a sigh when he gets up. I watch him from the bed as he gathers his clothes for the bakery a slight smirk appearing on my lips. I catch his hand as we walks towards the bathroom. I pull him down and kiss him hard.
"What was that for?" He asks grinning down at me.
"Because I love you." I say and a wide smile spreads across his face. My fingers run through his hair and I let him go take a shower. I lay in bed and close my eyes wondering if I could get a few more minutes of sleep. I find that it's not going to happen and I sit up. I slide out of bed and open my dresser. I reach into a drawer and my fingers close around something plastic.
I pull my hand out along with the object knitting my eyebrows together. What could possibly have gotten into my drawer that's plastic. I look at the object and instantly know what it is. A pacifier. A sigh of frustration leaves my lips but I can't help but laugh. I roll my eyes turning when Peeta walks back out of the bathroom. A towel hanging lowly on his hips.
"What is this for?" I hold up the pacifier arching an eyebrow. He gives me a look like he's unsure of what I'm talking about.
"Huh, what are you doing with one of these?" He asks, but I could hear the teasing in his voice.
"Maybe because a certain baker is trying to convince me of something?" I say arching an eyebrow. He gives a shrug and pulls me in for a kiss. I put my hand on his bare chest and smile against his lips.
"Hmm, I wonder who that would be." He says between kisses. I push him away playfully and laugh.
"Go get dressed, Mellark." I say with a teasing grin. He pulls me in for one more kiss and finishes getting ready for work. I slip out of my pj's and change into hunting clothes, braiding my hair down my back. As soon as I'm done I walk downstairs where I can smell breakfast being cooked. I walk up behind him and rest my chin on his shoulder.
"Figure out who left you the pacifier yet?" He asks, and I can hear the grin in his voice. I roll my eyes and give a light laugh.
"Mhmm. I think it was my husband." I say and play a kiss on jaw from behind. He turns with a grin two plates of food in his hand. I take mine and we walk to the table.
"So, later today you might want to go look in my studio." I arch an eyebrow at him curiously. He must've painted a picture for me. A smile ghosts across my lips. I would go look before I went hunting. Once we finish eating he kisses me goodbye and leaves for work. I watch out the window until I can't see him anymore.
I turn and walk to the studio curious as to what he left me. When I walk in, I automatically know which one is for me. It's placed in the middle of the room, surrounded by his other paintings. A mix of emotions washes through me at the painting. First anger, then almost happiness, then confusion at the happiness. My eyes run over the painting, of me with large round stomach, and Peeta kneeling in front of me with his lips pressed to my stomach. A wide smile on my face. The same smile I had when we got married.
First the pacifier, and now the painting. I storm out of the studio slamming the door behind me. He had never been this persistent before. I didn't know why he was trying so hard. Maybe it was because he saw how I was considering it, almost trying to talk myself into it. I decide not to go hunting, and dive back into bed.
I was still trying to figure out why the painting had brought up happiness. It was quite a surprise that it did. Somewhere in trying to think my feelings towards the subject through I drift to sleep.
I'm sitting in the meadow next to Peeta, my head resting on his shoulder. I watch as our two children play in the meadow with Prim and Rue. A smile and complete feeling of happiness washes through me at the sight. A sigh of happiness leaves my lips.
"Prim always wanted to be an aunt, but I always said I was never having kids which didn't make he happy exactly." I say and Peeta chuckles kissing my head.
"So you tried to disappoint us both, didn't you? I bet now that you have them though, you regret being so afraid." He speaks his lips still against my head. I nudge him lightly and lean into him.
"If it weren't for you, I would've never done it. You're the only one I want a family with." I pull away and turn my head towards him kissing him deeply and lovingly.
"You know, the same goes for you. I know you think I just wanted to be a father, but I just want to be the father of our children. You're the only one I ever wanted this with." A smile so wide it looks like a grimace crosses my face at his words.
"Katniss. Katniss, wake up." I'm pulled from my dream that I so desperately try to cling to. I turn to see Peeta looking down at me concern on his face. "Is everything okay?" He asks and I nod, pulling him down to me for a long passionate kiss. The kiss takes him by surprise at first, but he quickly returns the passion. My dream keeps playing in my mind. I try to tell myself it was the painting that triggered this, but I know it was the happiness of seeing the painting that triggered it.
I pull away from him now the words I so desperately were trying to ignore continue to nag at me. Continue to push their way to the tip of my tongue. I bite my tongue pressing my lips together trying to keep the words in, because once they were said there was no going back. I knew by how much I wanted to say them, that they were true, but my fear was keeping them back.
"Katniss, what's wrong?" Peeta asks and I sit up grabbing both his hands in mine. I pull him towards me and he kneels on the floor in front of me, his blue eyes looking at me expectantly.
"Peeta I -" I stumble the words fighting to get out, but not wanting to come out. Just say it, I command myself. "I...I...want a...family with you."
