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.
