Did you guys enjoy the last chapter? I sure did, I added some humor in there. YAY! And this is going to be a continuation. DOUBLE YAY! Again, alternating POV's from chapter to chapter, or in-between. So please read and review.

DICLAIMER: I keep forgetting to do this... Obviously, I'm not the genius who came up with these characters, places, events, and a lot more! Suzanne Collins is the genius, DUH!

P.S. : For those of you waiting to read my Lily/Mace continuation, I need you to wait just a little bit longer. I know, I know, you were already waiting forever, but super busy. I have this audition I need to practice for... So I'll start writing after Christmas, which is about a month and a half. Please be patient, I won't forget. I'll put a lot of effort into it. And as Lily always say, "I pinkie- promise!" :)

Rory's Point of View

It was late when Katniss, Peeta, Johanna, and Gale left so we decided to get back to bed. A good night's sleep was what we both needed, really badly. So here we lay, holding each other in our sleep. Well I shouldn't say our sleep. I'm not sleeping, but Prim is. I do this thing, where I just can't find enough power to keep my eyes off of Prim. Whenever she's asleep, she looks like an angel. Like she came from the sky. Her smile is so small, but definitely noticeable, those blue eyes are locked away, and her luscious blond hair is haphazardly spread across our pillow. I keep my eyes trained on her face, scanning, studying every detail about it. The only time I close them is when she sighs. It's the most adorable thing when she sighs, so quietly. As she does this she'll rub the side of her nose to my chest. To be exact she'll do it four times. Her nose will go up and down, up and down, four times. Then she will reposition herself, so that she's pressed closer against me. Moving her arms, wrapping them around me tighter, or pressing her torso closer, forward, to the point where it's on top of mine. And as she does this I smile, and beg that she won't ever stop.

But somehow my eyes manage to close. The last thing I can see, is blonde hair... then I see it again. I'm waking my her voice. Her eyes are open, little blue nightlights. And her lips are little pink pillows. She's whispering something to me,

"Rory... wake up, just for a minute."

My ears wake up. I blink my eyes a couple times and then my full attention is on her.

"Yes, my Princess, I am indeed awake." I say mocking a handsome Prince, smiling

"Okay... um... never mind." she says nervously

"Hey, you can tell me anything. It's okay, I'll be by your side no matter what." I say positioning her hair so it's not in my face

"Uhh... remember how the doctor said we could- try again... for a baby? " she asks. I can tell where she's going with this. She feels jealous, seeing Katinss and Johanna all pregnant today. I already know how bad she wants children, but I didn't think she wanted them now. Well all I can say is, if she wants kids I better propose soon...

I knew this was coming. So quietly, with the arm not facing her, I grab the tiny black box hidden in my underwear drawer. I know it sounds like I'm doing this just because, but I've prepared for this moment two months in advance. I have recited what I want to say, about sixty times. Planned everything in my head, over and over, revising and editing. My dream is to call her Primrose Hawthorne, the mother of my babies. I want to wait for her at the alter, waiting for her to stand next to me. To look at her in an intricate white dress. To place my Grandmother's ring around her finger. I want this, in fact I need this.

With the dark light surrounding us, the privacy and how gorgeous she looks right now, I know it's time. All the lights in the house are turned off, so all I can see is her. Nobody else is here to bother us. Lastly with her flowing hair drawing me in, blue eyes lit up like stars, and cheeks softer than the clouds, I know I've never seen anything more beautiful than this.

The box now in my hand, I drag my body out from under the blanket. She looks confused. So she begins asking what's happening, but I shush her with my pointer finger placed against her lips. I give her a reassuring smile. Off the bed now, I press my chest to the perimeter of it. Prim's curiosity blossoms and she pushes the blanket aside, so she can see me. Shifting her legs then body to the edge of the bed, she looks down at me. Her eyes are wide with confusion, and the blanket keeping her warm. One knee, up and one knee on the cold wooden floor I start slowly,

"Yeah. Baby, I want children as much as you do. You would- will be the perfect mother. You're selfless, strong, caring, all I've ever wanted. When I look at you, all I see is pure beauty. You're the only one that can make me smile like an idiot, 24/7. The only one that can make me laugh like a goat. The only woman to be the mother of my children. And the only one I want to call my wife. Will you, Primrose Shalia Everdeen, take my hand in marriage?"

I finish with one of my most relieved smiles. Waiting for an answer I can't believe I just said all that out loud. Whenever I spoke those words it was always in my head. No one would ever know or hear what I was saying. Now my thoughts are vibrating out in the atmosphere.

My left hand opens the box just enough so she can inspect the ring. It's been in my family before my mother was born. It was given to my Grandmother by her husband, my Grandfather. Then when my mother married my father, she gave it to her. She told her that as long as you keep this ring in our family, we will be blessed with joy. And then one my eighth birthday, she passed it over to me. I kept it over the years, never wearing it, never daring to take it out of its small box. It's a lovely ring. Three circle shaped-diamond karat. The center diamond is the largest one, on each side a little space separates the other two diamonds. The little spaces are filled with vines, leaves and hearts. It's solid gold, so Prim won't be allergic to it.

I look at her face carefully. Tears have popped out of her lids ever since I said 'goat'. Her lips are covered by her hand. Water all over her cheeks. WAIT! WHY ISN'T SHE TALKING?! My face drops.

"Rory Hawthorne, I'd be crazy to decide against it!" she screams

I place the ring on her hand and she holds it up to look at it. Then without warning, I jump on top of her and drown her in kisses. Some on her cheeks, neck, ears, nose, chin, collar bone, forehead, and my favorite, lips. There deep, and slow, lustful, powerful, and just plan exciting. In between each one I look at her eyes, still filled with water, and smile. My smile shows every emotion, I've ever felt for her.

She laughs loudly, and her smile is burning into me. I can contain how I feel.

"I guess I'm a Hawthorne now!" she says giggling

"Yes, yes you are!" I laugh

And with that, my kisses start again.

NO! Your eyes don't deceive you, Rory DID just propose. Originally I didn't want to do that in this chapter, but nothing fun was going on so there it was. I really do hope you like it. PLEASE TELL ME HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS CHAPTER! REIVEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! :P