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Peeta gave a tug on my sleeve, pulling me forward. I roll my eyes.
"What's the rush? Haymitch lives like, a house away." I mutter at Peeta, who grins at me. Peeta and I have made a decision, involving the drunken Haymitch, which is probably not so smart. Yeh, Im a bit nervous, more about being rejected than having a certain someone stumbling down the aisle. That's right; we are going to ask Haymitch to give me away.
Peeta knocks on the door and gives my hand a reassuring squeeze. A few seconds later Haymitch answers the door. He is wearing clean clothes, a button up bottle green shirt and tan slacks.
"So if it isn't the love birds?" He says and trudges inside and slumps back onto the sofa. Peeta and I glance at each other, he raises an eyebrow. I cautiously step inside and look around, very clean. Sofa is made up complete with pillows, a dark blue table cloth on the table and glasses, plates, bowls etc, all lined up neatly on the shelf.
"Wow, this is something." Peeta says when he comes in. I elbow him.
"You look good" I say, more discreetly.
Haymitch snorts, "It's all that Hazelle womans doing! Two days ago I came in and the house is squeaky clean from top to bottom, and not a bottle in sight." Haymitch sighs. Peeta nods.
"And it's still all clean, after two whole days." Peeta remarks, and laughs. Haymitch glares at him.
"Laugh all you want. You won't be laughing when I finally snap from no liquor." I look at Peeta, he seems unphased by Haymitch.
"Anyway, we came to talk to you about something. The wedding" Peeta says. Haymitch raises his eyebrows. Peeta looks at me to continue, and I shake my head. He squeezes my hand again. I sigh.
"We were kind of wondering... Would you like to... I mean... You were the only person I could think of to..." I stutter, frantically trying to remember the lines I had thought of. Everything seemed stupid now. "Would you like to be the one who gives me away at our wedding" I spill out, in what seems like a jumble of words. I think Haymitch understands though, his eyes are wide open.
"You want me to... Give you away?" He splutters.
"Yes." Peeta says simply, smiling at his reaction.
"Uh... okay. I guess." He replies, finally getting a hold of his tongue and his eyes which I think were fogging up a second ago. "It's not like I have any daughters or you have a father anymore." I feel a pang in my chest, and Haymitch quickly apologizes. We talk for a while longer, and when it's finally time to leave Peeta thanks Haymitch.
"Thank you. You don't know how much this means to us" Peeta says, regarding Haymitch seriously.
"You're welcome" Haymitch replies and gives me a small smile. I return one.
A few minutes later...
"I think that went well" Peeta says. I nod. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my forehead, comfortingly. "I love you" I smile into his chest and mumble into it. He releases me. "What?"
"I love you, more." I repeat clearly while smiling. Peeta relaxes his arms around me.
"You don't know how much I love it when you say that." He says.
"Oh I think I have an idea." I kiss him softly for the first time in almost a month. I guess we both got so caught up in organising the wedding so we haven't had much of a chance to bond more before we are... married. (Ugh, the M word!) Suddenly a thought occurs to me...
"We are gonna be married in two days!" I exclaim, without even choking on the M.
Peeta smiles that smile I love so much, "I know" No matter how scared I am, I can't help feeling a twinge of excitement.
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