Making love with Peeta was an entirely new feeling in its own.

We had first been together a week ago, and now we had been together anywhere we could be alone. My house, his house, the meadow…Even the bakery.

My cheeks burned with the thought of doing something so personal where he worked.

Now we lay tangled in each other's limbs, on a soft blanket under the stars in the meadow.

Our bodies were still damp with exertion, and a permanent smile was glued to his face.

He turned and looked down at me while he was propped up on his elbow; his fingers were twirling strands of my hair. He had never looked happier.

"I love you."

I whispered the words quietly, I hadn't actually said those three words until now, and the impact weighed heavily on my heart.

He smiled and rolled on top of me, pinning me back on the blanket. I could feel the blades of grass gently poking me through the fabric.

I laughed out loud and stared directly into his eyes, "You have no idea how much I love you." He murmured.

With that he kissed me, deeply.

His body pressed lightly into mine, and even though we had just been together, my body was already on fire for him.

"Peeta…"

He smiled and began kissing down my body, "Don't worry beautiful… I'm not going anywhere."

I practically pounced around my house while doing some chores the next day. Peeta was at work, promising a surprise.

I wanted to go hunting, but I figured in my giddy mood, I would distract and scare more animals than I could capture.

I even sang a few notes at buttercup, who meowed at me in a strange fashion.

This was the first time since I could remember that I was this happy. I remember quick moments of happiness in my life before my father died. At those times we also had to worry about when our next meal was.

Everyone in District 12 had enough food to eat now, it was in full abundance, and I didn't think that would change anytime soon.

Peeta and I ate a quiet dinner at his home, he would sneak a look at me occasionally, and I wondered what was going on in his mind.

He seemed nervous, and almost unlike himself. It finally bothered me enough to ask, "Peeta, is something bothering you?"

He smiled nervously dug into his pocket and produced a small piece of paper, "I told you I had a surprise."

I opened the note and looked at a well drawn picture of a house. It was two stories, painted dark blue, white shutters and primrose plants surrounding the perimeter.

My eyes watered momentarily when I thought of the significance of the plant, and then I glanced back up at him, "What is this?

"Our home, if you would like it to be."

I looked down at the paper once more, the intricate details; everything made sense to me, "Our home?"

"We could build something, get out of these…" he glanced around searching for the right word, "Victor home… they were given to us because it proved we could be murderous, I want something built that shows love."

He grabbed my hand lightly, "I understand if this is too much… I just want you to know that this is a vision I want for us one day."

"Can we build it in the meadow?"

His eyes went wide, and he squeezed my hand tighter, "Are you saying that this is okay? You want to move in together in a home we build?"

"Can we start tomorrow?"

Peeta laughed and lunged happily across the table at me. We knocked the chair to the ground with a bang, but it was barely noticeable through the feeling of happiness that overwhelmed us both.

"I thought you were going to laugh in my face, tell me building a house was going to far… that you weren't ready."

"Peeta, I wasn't sure if I was ready when we were first together, I've never felt so many different emotions before.

I smiled up at him, 'But look how it has turned out… we're together, and that's what matters."