His eyes are sad when he says this, but it's still home and from what I saw of it on a trip there three months ago, our houses were not among the destroyed. "We'll just have to decide whose house to live in, since Victor's Village wasn't bombed."

Peeta pulls back a little, adjusting his head on the pillow. "It wasn't?"

"No. I think it's clear that Snow wanted to hurt everyone we would possibly know but not take away everything material. Just like a Capitol person really." I nearly jump out of my skin when there's a knock on the door. Peeta gets up, wrapping the blanket around his waist as he goes to the door. I pull the sheet up around me, who the hell could that be?

When he asks who's there, I hear a man's voice and Peeta opens the door. I see Beetee as he wheels himself in. Looking at Peeta and then finding me on the bed, he holds up a black bundle and hands it to Peeta. "Didn't mean to disturb you two. Here's your suit Katniss, it should fit just fine. I gave it an extra two inches from what we measured earlier just in case." He reaches back behind him and pulls out my bow and quiver. "I've restocked your arrows, so you have a full set of twelve again. Remember the three different colors and uses please. I'll leave you two alone. Good luck to you both."

I give him a nod and a small wave good-bye and Peeta politely says thank you and closes the door. He hands me the suit and puts the bow and quiver on top of the dresser carefully. He doesn't know that to trigger the explosive one, I have to touch a button to activate it before I shoot it.

I get off the bed and the sheet falls in a puddle to my feet as I step away from it. Peeta looks at me differently, taking in my new form, the roundness of my belly. He goes to his pants and pulls out his notebook. "Can I draw you?"

"Wow, asking permission this time?" I give him a sly smile and add, "Have to pee first. I haven't been that active in a while."

Peeta chuckles and pulls on his boxers before he takes a seat on one of the empty beds. I relieve myself again, wash my hands and as I'm walking out, pull my hair to the side to start braiding it again. He looks up and shakes his head, "No, leave it down please?"

I shrug my shoulders and lay across my bed, "So, do you want me to pose or something?"

His cheeks go red and he shyly responds, "Actually, I was thinking you could hold your bow and pretend like you're aiming at something?"

"Oh. Okay." I get back up and take up the bow and pull one plain arrow from the quiver. "But….naked, right?"

"Yes, please." His hair has fallen into his face and he has found an empty page to sketch me.

I make sure I'm sideways so he can get any and all angles from my body and pull my bow up. I take "aim" at the wall opposite the doorway. I'm surprised when he says he's done, because my arm has just started to burn from the position. I shake out my arm, put the bow and arrow away, and pull on my panties and top. Looking at the black bundle on my bed, I pull it up and flip it open. "Will you tell me how it looks? Make sure it fits okay?"

Peeta fills in a couple of spots of shading and then gets up and tosses the book on the bed. I sit down on the bed and pull on the suit, standing up when I need to zip up the front. I'm just about to grab the zipper, when Peeta puts his fingers on it and does it for me. He fans my hair out over my shoulders again and smiles.

"You're so beautiful." And he kisses me. I'm about to reciprocate when he pulls away. I pout and he gives me another warm smile and a kiss on my nose. "Don't you want to take a shower before we go to dinner? I know I feel a little sticky in some spots."

I scrunch my nose and stick my tongue out at him. I go to the bathroom and turn on the water for the shower. When I step back into the room, I take off my suit and underwear again and grab some clean towels from the cabinet. He whips off his boxers and walks behind me into the shower. I let him get wet first and start to lather up the soap in a washcloth. While he's cleaning his hair, I get to the rest of him. Now that he's mentioned food, I just want to go eat, though looking at his body is making me think twice about dinner.

I take my time cleaning his chest and that lovely part that makes him a man. I turn him around and clean his tight behind and back, placing kisses on his shoulder blades and giving him a gentle squeeze on the butt when he tells me it's my turn. We switch spots and he has me face away from him first so he can wash my hair. I have to put my hands against the wall in front of me, because I feel like I'm going to fall asleep while he's massaging the shampoo into my scalp. He turns me again so I can rinse that off and relathers the washcloth. He has everything covered in small soapy bubbles in no time and takes care when he cleans inbetween my legs. When he kneels down to get my legs, he kisses my belly again. I have a feeling that there will be no more fooling around for now.

I turn off the water and open the shower door, grab a towel and toss it to him and grab the other one for myself. He steps out and dries himself off on the little rug, his blond curls looking dark and going every which way from how he rubbed the towel against his head. I start to dry myself off, just going through the motions of a normal bathtime ritual. It's as if he hadn't left, like we do this all the time or something. It's really amazing to me how comfortable I am with this when I was blushing so much just a few hours earlier over the pictures he drew of me.

"Peeta, when we go back to District 12, will we get married?" I know he's taken by surprise by how his eyes widen and mouth drops a little.

"I thought you never wanted to get married?" He says, pulling on his clothes.

"Did you ever really forget anything I told you?" He shakes his head. "Well, I figure, I hadn't wanted kids either, but look what's happened?" I reply, poking myself. I follow him and get dressed.

"Is that what you want? I mean, I'm happy just being with you and knowing we're having this baby and I get to be a part of it…"

I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him, cutting him off, "Peeta, when they said they rescued you, all I could think about was being with you always. I just think that being married is the next step since we obviously went out of order here."

I feel him smiling into my hair. "Is that your proposal then?"

I look up at him and match his smile, "I think so."

"Well, alright then. My answer's yes." He gives me a soft kiss and the says, "Now let's get down to dinner and survive the next few days."