Peeta and I head downstairs, and he starts making something that we had in the Capitol, called pancakes. He pours the batter in perfect circles, and flips them so they are a perfect golden color.

Peeta reminds me of his father. The same grace, the same pride as he bakes. I don't ever want to forget his father. I don't want to forget anyone. But I'm reminded of something my mother once said to me, about it getting harder to remember things as people get older. And I look at my father's plant book on the table. He put everything about those plants in there, because he couldn't trust it all to memory. Forgetting could be deadly.

And suddenly I feel compelled to do something. I can't forget anyone who died. I can't trust my memory either. I have to record them in a book.

"Peeta," I say as he's loading pancakes on a plate. "I want to start a book. For all the people that died. We can't forget them, and I think it would be a comfort to us when we get older."

Peeta looks at me seriously as he gives me a plate. "Yes, I think that's a good idea. We can never forget anything. If I forgot who everything about Finnick, or my father, or my brothers, I couldn't live with myself. And we have to put in the tributes too. Don't let the world forget them, in case The Hunger Games ever start to show up again."

How could I not have fallen for him sooner? He went through hell and back, yet he still cares about people that I try not to ever think about. He wants the world to remember people like Cato and Clove and Brutus and Cashmere. Not because he was particularly fond of them, but because there would be people who do care. I am a monster. I forget these people because I don't want them to show up in my nightmares. I am selfish and horrible and rotten. And I most certainly don't deserve someone as good as Peeta.

But then why does he rush over to me as I start to cry? Why does he put his arms around me? Why does he hold me close? Why, why, why, why, why?

"Why?" I ask out loud.

"Why what, love," Peeta says into my ear. I turn around to face him and bury my head in his shoulder.

"Why did you choose me? You could have had anyone. But you chose me. You deserve everything, but I can't give you everything. I would if I could but…" my voice gives in to the wracking sobs.

"Katniss, I chose you do give me everything. Everything that I have ever wanted. You make me happy in ways I can't explain. Your fight, your love, your inner and outer beauty, just means the world to me. I still can't believe that it's mine. You have to know how special you are Katniss. Every bit as special as Prim or Finnick. I told you once before, and I'll tell you again, you don't know the effect you have on people. You make people love you by being you. To me, you are just perfect. And I don't want you to think any different."

And with that, he lifts my head and presses his lips to mine. My eyes are brimming with tears because of his speech, and all of this passion he is giving me is too much. But like earlier, I love it. I can't not get carried away. I want Peeta, and I want him badly. More badly than anything. I finally understand what he is trying to say. I am not worthless to him, and that's all that matters.

But a child is out of the question. It always has been. But marriage, well, Peeta might just be changing my mind about that. Wait, no, no, and no. No marriage. Damn, why does Peeta have to be so amazing?

Putting my thoughts behind me, I try to focus on kissing him. I've wrapped my fingers in his hair and I'm pulling him closer. Letting out a moan, my mouth opens again, and I push Peeta's tongue back with mine. Peeta's hands flit at my waist, and before I know it I'm off the chair and on his lap. The floor is hard, but I don't mind as long as I'm with Peeta. Peeta, Peeta, Peeta…

Suddenly the door bursts open. Breaking the kiss, I look up, but leave my arms around Peeta's neck. In the doorway I see the strangest group of people. Johanna Mason, Tereska Serkope, and Annie Cresta Odair. And Annie is screaming as though she were back in the arena. Only she is clutching at her stomach, which has swelled to an incredible size.

"Well, can we use a spare bedroom or what?" Johanna yells. Peeta is already off the floor, directing the women to a room. Only then do I realize what's happening.

Annie is having a baby.

A/N: AutumnElaine inspired me for this one. Thanks for the beautiful review! And yes, I am most certainly evil, leaving you off with a cliffhanger like that. It's what I do! But don't worry, I have plenty of surprises in store for you guys (laughs in an insane and evil manner) Tomorrow's my b-day, so I will most likely not post anything, but I'm hopinh to finish a review later tonight.

~MJ272