This is from Peeta's POV. Enjoy!

She was like the sunset, vibrant and warm, with a coolness that crept in just like the darkness. That's the way I would describe Katniss to anyone, and perhaps that's why I loved the sunset. I often had to take a moment to breath, to remember to not stare at her when we were around. There were so many emotions that coursed through me but due to Dr. Aurelius orders I had kept it under my tongue. One step at a time, one day at a time. Today though, today was my favorite.

Her eyes lit up to the breakfast I had waiting for her, warm cinnamon bread and a glass of fresh milk. I hadn't had a nightmare and as far as Katniss was concerned, neither had she. She was well rested, the kind that made her face glow in the soft light of the morning. The kind that made her smile and laugh, the tired, soft laugh that she genuinely meant.

At breakfast I tried not to stare at her too much, but just enjoy the company as she glowered and began to be herself again. My heart skipped a beat every time her gray eyes caught mine, or every time she let my name roll off her tongue. We could do this forever.

"Peeta, these are delicious!" She always loved my cooking, even if my mother had always thought it was horrible. That part made me smile – she wasn't like my mother, mean nor nasty. She appreciated it all, well, now she did. I'll never forget the day, the day with the bread.

The rain was harsh and unforgiving, dark and cold, and she was out there, starving, hungry. I always wanted to see her and help her. My mother was unhappy with the bread I had baked, so I made sure Katniss could have it. That was the day I saved her life, or so she claimed. Yet I owed my life to her so much more.

"I'm glad you enjoy them." I couldn't control my goofy smile, and I only knew it was goofy because I saw it on T.V during the games. When we were through with the breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen as she got ready for the day. The leftovers I put back into the basket to take to Haymitch… if it weren't for me his own source of nutrients would be the alcohol he consumed.

A hymn, so soft, echoed the corridors of Katniss' house. It was a hymn she did for Prim, something she did without noticing as he tried to sleep. I went to find her, sitting in the living room and lacing her boots up. When she heard my footsteps, she smiled a bit, the only kind of smile she can do.

"I figured we could take these Haymitch?" I held up the basket, brows raised in question.

"Sure, he enjoys your cooking too." She was breathtaking – not that she wasn't always, but something about now it was more relevant. Since coming back to from her comatose state, and her obsession with cheese buns, she gained a bit more weight and started to look healthy again.

Her locks were pulled into her signature braid, a quarter sleeve v neck maroon knit top covered her features and, unadmittedly, gave her more of an adult appeal. Her breasts, which rose and fell with each breath, were full and her ribs were no longer visible. Katniss Everdeen was beginning to look like a women.

I had to look away and hide the fact that I was blushing, and, well, a man. Swallowing hard and shifting my weight, focused on the fact that we were taking Haymitch food. "I'm sure he does." My lips were dry, but I followed her to the door of the house.

The walk to Haymitch's was short, in silence as she took in the silence. Once at Haymitch's door, it was already cracked open and he was passed out on the couch in a white beater and an empty bottle of scotch in his hand. I cleared my throat, sneaking off to the kitchen to sit down his muffins. Katniss removed the bottle from his hands and found her way next to me, shaking her head. "And I need therapy." I smiled.

Haymitch must have been awake, or was awoken, because he didn't take to her comment well. "Listen here, Sweetheart. You try being me and dealing with you two all day long. Let's see how you like it." Something else seemed to be bothering him as he staggered into the kitchen, grabbing a questionable clean glass. "And plus we have an unexpected visitor who will probably be here in like an hour." Katniss and I just watched him for a moment, as he put water in the glass and swirled it around.

"Uhmn, who?" I questioned, as he stared at us in utter disbelief. Tossing the water into the sink, he grabbed the vodka from a cabinet and poured it in, taking a swig.

"Effie." He said, distaste in his voice as he near shuddered. Effie actually wasn't so bad anymore I thought. She didn't wear the horrible outfits or crazy makeup. She was normal, like the rest of us, and certainly came around towards the end.

"Could be worse." I shrugged, and Katniss didn't have too much to say. "Where will she be staying? At the hotel in tow-"`

"Will she stay in a hotel meh meh meh" Haymitch mocked, distastefully, before grabbing a new bottle of scotch and pouring a glass with his muffins. "She's staying here with me because she wants to be close to you two. Apparently she's expecting baby news or something." I blushed, and Katniss about kneeled over. Effie enjoyed the love story the most.

"What?" Katniss wasn't happy anymore, instead she glared at Haymitch. "What have you been telling her?!" She took a step forward, causing Haymitch to just stare and raise his hands defensively.

"Oh, not much…" Haymitch took a bite, as if contemplating on what he would be allowed to get away with saying. "Just that you two were… close."

Katniss wasn't buying it. "Close?"

"Yeah…" Haymitch shoved the other half of the muffin in his mouth and washed it down with his sctotch. "You know, like when you threw yourself at him and tried to do it here."

"What?!" It was a unison, but for a moment Katniss was blushing as well.

"Haymitch that wasn't what was happening…" I tried to stay calm, but the sight of Katniss blushing made for a lightened situation.

"I don't know that." He replied shortly, before sighing agitatedly. "Now you two move along. I got to clean this place up a bit and shower before the hag gets here. She's so damn annoying,"

"Wha.. you think you're going to walk away! Haymitch! It's not true!" He didn't even mind Katniss, but instead just walked by her and handed her his glass, walking up his stairs. It was a minute before the shower started running she was standing there, fuming.

"Katniss, it's fine. Uhmn, we'll just explain it to Effie and she'll understand. Besides, not like she'll believe him." She wasn't buying it. Tossing the glass into the sink, it shattered and she stormed out the door.

That was Katniss, the storm that turned into a hurricane. That was the woman I fell in love with 12 years ago. And the woman I still loved now. That woman who I wanted to wake up to every morning, like the way the birds continue to sing.