I've seriously rewritten this half a dozen times. I didn't edit it simply because I don't have time. I probably won't be updating until december or after the new years.
But anyways, a lot of stuff happens in the chapter and things are finally going to start taking off.
ENJOY!

The rest of December flew by between celebrating Christmas, Bran's birthday, and New Year's Eve. January was just as busy, trying to find a comfortable schedule for the five of us. Eventually we worked one out. Peeta gets up around four in the morning and heads to the bakery to start the ovens, and then at around six I get up and get ready for my day followed by waking up the kids and getting Bran on the bus. I drop Sage and Jack off at daycare on my way to work. The school bus drops Bran off in the afternoon at the bakery and he spends an hour working with Peeta before they pick up the younger ones and head home to start dinner. Once I arrive, I help Bran with his homework, help the kids clean up and Sage sets the table so we can all sit down for dinner no later than six. Sage and Jack are in bed by eight, Bran in bed by eight-thirty and it's not much longer until Peeta and I are asleep ourselves, only to repeat it all over again come morning.

I didn't think I'd be one for a domesticated lifestyle, but it's hard to picture what my life was like before. The one where I came home to an empty apartment and ate take-out six nights a week, I couldn't imagine even the thought of having kids but now I look forward to every little boo-boo that needs to be kissed.

"What are you thinking about?" Peeta wraps a strong around my torso and pulls me into his firm chest. I don't know how I ever thought moving in together would be a bad idea. The feeling alone of sharing a bed with Peeta every single night should have been reason enough.

"I'm just thinking how happy I am," I turn over in bed and nuzzle my face into his neck.

"I'm happy too."

"Where do you see us in a year?"

"Married and possibly pregnant."

My eyes threaten to bug out of my head as I jerk away from Peeta's form in order to see his face clearly. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. You don't think that we'll be married by this time next year?"

"Married, sure, but pregnant? We've already got three kids."

"I want kids with you. I want to see if he or she would have your hair and eyes or mine. Would they get your love for the outdoors and that fire or my passiveness and artistic skills?"

"I never thought about having kids then I got three of them and now I can't even think about having another one because there is no way that it would compare to what amazing kids we have now."

"I love how you think of them as yours."

"They are mine."

XxX

I stroll the aisles up and down trying to remember everything Peeta told me to get while at the store. I knew that I should have written it down, but I didn't so I'm stuck trying to rack my brain as I shove things into the cart that I think sounds right.

"Katniss!"

I whip my head around to find Madge coming down the aisle with a basket filled with fruits on her arm.

"Hey Madge," I smile. I haven't talked to her since the Christmas party Peeta and I held together and only a few text messages before that.

"How are you?"

"Good. With March coming up, Peeta's been busy at the bakery. How are you?"

"Good. I cannot wait for summer."

"I never want it to be summer. Then Peeta and I will have to find someone to watch the kids."

"Well I'm sure now that Delly is back home she can help out."

I look at Madge thinking I heard her wrong. "What?"

"Delly moved back home. She's been staying with me until she can find a place. Didn't Peeta tell you?" I shake my head. "Funny. I know that they had dinner when she first got here."

"Oh yeah, he did mention that. I must have forgotten about it," I lie. "Anyways, I need to check out and head home if I want to feed the kids at a respectable time."

I don't remember paying for the grocery cart full of food, or driving home. I am up to my neck in anger. I can't believe that Delly has moved back and nobody has talked about it. I work with Johanna, who knows all of the town's gossip. Even more unbelievable that Peeta has had dinner with his ex-wife without telling me. It was just recently that Peeta was telling me that he could see us married with another kid on the way in the matter of a year. How can we do that if he doesn't tell me that his ex is not only in town but has moved back?

I decide not to tell Peeta that I know when I pull into the driveway. I'll leave it up to him to tell me, even though I know that isn't the best idea because the longer he waits, the more mad I'll end up. I just hope for his sake that he tells me soon.

XxX

A little over a week has passed and Peeta still hasn't told me about Delly. I can see a difference in him though. There will be days where he doesn't touch me at all, and then others Peeta will over compensate his affections. It's getting on my nerves and I don't bother to hide my irritation. Even Bran took a notice.

"What's wrong?" Bran asked once I shut one of his homework books.

"What do you mean, nothing is wrong?"

"You're mad at Dad. What did he do?"

"I'm not mad at him," I defend.

"Dad did something you didn't like because he's acting weird too. What'd do?"

"You're too smart for your age. Don't worry about what your father did or didn't do."

"I can't help it. I don't want you guys to fight and I don't want you to leave."

I kiss the top of Bran's head. "I'll never leave you or your siblings ever, okay?"

"Promise?"

I stick out my pinky. "I promise."

XxX

Another week has gone by and Peeta still has yet to mention the fact that his ex-wife is in town. He has to know that I know by now. That's all Johanna has wanted to talk about since she ran into the lab shouting my name and demanding all of the gossip. I'm letting it go though, one reason being that it's affecting me physically, rendering me helpless with anxiety, and two, Peeta seems to be acting like himself again.

Expect for today. Today he's been extra smiley and hands-on. Sage walked into the kitchen while he was whispering dirty things into my ear, his erection pressing against my bottom. It was enough to send me into celibacy for a month, but not Peeta.

"What has gotten into today?" I finally ask him as I stop his hand from traveling too far down my side and into my sweatpants as I pack Bran's lunch for tomorrow.

"Nothing," he grins.

"You're acting like a frat boy hopped up on Viagra."

"What's so bad about always being turned on by your girlfriend?"

"I can name three reasons why it's bad to always be turned on," I say talking about the kids.

Peeta gives a light laugh seemingly unaffected. "Fine, I did something yesterday. Or rather I got you something yesterday."

"What is it?"

"You have to wait until we have a date night."

"Peeta," I protest. "We haven't had a date night since that first time. If I have to wait for another one then I might be waiting for the rest of my life."

It seems like Peeta is mulling it over in his head. "You're right."

I follow Peeta as he heads into the bedroom and into the closet, rifling through some of his older clothes in the back before pulling out an old, ugly sports coat and sticks his hand into the pocket. I watch as he produces a velvet box and my stomach drops to the floor.

"Peeta," I warn him.

"It's not very romantic to propose in a closet, but that's okay."

I take the box from his hand and open it. I'm surprised when I open the lid. I'm expecting to see a diamond ring but instead I see a pearl ring with small diamonds surrounding it.

"I looked and looked for a traditional engagement ring but the moment I saw this I had to get it. It's not too flashy but it's unique. Do you like it?"

"I love it," I whisper without taking my eyes off of the ring.

"So what do you say Katniss? Make this even more official and become my fiancée?"

So many emotions are rushing through me at this very moment. Happiness is the main one along with fear. I also feel anger because Peeta still hasn't told me about Delly. And I can't help but to wonder if he's only asking me now so when the cat does come out of the bag, he'll have the engagement to fall back on and hopefully to lessen my anger at him in the future.

"Are you sure?"

Peeta looks at me quizzically. "Katniss, I was sure the moment I saw you at the grocery store. I want to marry you. I want you to be Mrs. Peeta Mellark."

I really hate when Peeta talks like that because it breaks down all the barriers that I've worked so hard on putting up.

"I love you Katniss," Peeta urges.

"Then yes."

I can barely catch Peeta smiling before he scoops me up into a kiss then immediately releasing me to take the ring from my hand and put it on my left ring finger. It feels weird. Only I'm not sure if it's a good weird or a bad one yet.