5 year old Peeta's pov

"But you loved her mother." I state as me and father trudge home.

"Yes but peeta she was a merchant."

"So that means she's half merchant!" I exclaim.

My father gives a chuckle, "No son that's not how it works."

"Why? I want to be with her so much." I plead.

My father bends down and stares at me, "Peeta, the Seam are poor people, and your mother would not want you to fall for her." he gives me sympathetic look. I know it pains him do disagree with me.

"But father… I already have." I look up with puppy eyes.

"I'm sure you can be friends with her." he says very slowly.

I can't hide the excitement and jump to wrap my arms around his neck, "Thank you Daddy!"

He chuckles softly, "Let's get going kiddo."

I cannot keep the big grin off my face. We walk into the bakery and my brothers are already here they come over and start asking me a million questions. I tell them everything about Katniss Everdeen. My mother has an angry look on her face hearing about it. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.