Two weeks have gone by. Two weeks of pure pain, guilt, and sorrow. This time not because that I do not have Peeta, but because of the fact that I may only have him for a short while.

My eyes flutter open, and land on Peeta, whose hands are running through my loose hair.

"Good morning beautiful." Peeta says softly and sweetly.

"Morning," I whisper.

I close my eyes, taking in this moment, feeling every aspect and every valuable second of this. Unknowingly, my grip tightens on Peeta. I quickly shoot my eyes open.

"What's wrong baby?" Peeta asks.

"Nothing," my voice croaks.

"Are you sure?"

I unsurely nod, and then I take one look at him, his beautiful golden/blonde hair radiating the sunlight streaming through our window, and my eyes start tearing up.

"Oh sweetie, come here baby." He says and motions for me to curl up in his arms. He scoops me up, like a father would to a little child, and gives me light kisses on the cheek.

"P – Peeta, I just don't want to lose you." I coo.

"I know Kat, I don't want to lose you either."

"I – I know, it's just… so hard."

"Shhhhh Kat, let's not talk about that now." Peeta says, "You know, we still haven't chosen a name for our baby girl."

"You're right; do you want to name her now?" I ask.

"Well, I have been giving it a lot of thought," Peeta says, and then continues, "The name, Charity, meaning hope and faith, but also kindness and giving." Peeta says.
"Charity is perfect." I say, tears trickling down my face. "And she's going to need a lot of faith and hope to get through the situations that we are in."

He bends down, places his lips to my stomach, and says "Hi Charity, I'm your daddy, and right now you're right inside of mommy's tummy. I really hope that when you come out that you look just lie mommy, beautiful and irresistible."

I laugh, "I really hope you don't look like me, which would just be unfortunate. I want you to have daddy's beautiful blue eyes, and his gorgeous hair."

"How about we just agree to disagree," Peeta says jokingly.

"Fine," I say.

"However you come out, I just know that you are going to be so beautiful, and all the boys are going to love you, just like your mommy. But you better not get any ideas; you're not going to be allowed to date until you are 18, or possibly older than that."

I laugh, "Don't you think that's a little harsh, I mean we got married and pregnant at the age of 18."

He pauses, "Just don't follow our example."

This causes us both to giggle hysterically.

Peeta brushes my hair behind my ear, "I think that's the most I've heard you laugh in a long while."

"I know," I say, "Peeta can I ask you something?"

"Sure Kat, What's up?"

"How did you know that you were in love with me, even when we were little?"

"This may seem stupid, but…"

"It won't seem stupid, I promise, I was the one who didn't even realize that I was in love with you."

"Alright well, we when we were in kindergarten, you volunteered to sing 'the Valley Song' and your voice just entranced me, and your beautiful brown hair was in two braids, you were wearing a little red jumper. You just captured me head over heels, and I had a huge crush. And as we got older I started to realize that I truly loved you, because you were the first thought that popped into my mind when I woke up, and the last person I thought about when I went to bed. Whenever I was around you, I got this feeling, I'm not sure how to describe it, but it was different then how I felt around everyone else. I'd see you with Gale, and I would get well… extremely jealous. And then you and I were sent into the Hunger Games, and I was really hoping it was a sign-"

"Oh Peeta," I say, and crash my lips upon his, "I wish I would've realized my feelings sooner."

"Hey, better late than never," He jokes.

"And it was all worth it," I say.

"Oh yeah, it was definitely worth the wait, now I get to sleep and make out with you every single day."

"Hey, don't push your luck buddy."

"Alright," He says, and then gently pushes his lips back up against mine.

There is a quiet knock on the door.

"Ugh! Who is it?!" I say impatiently.

"It's Effie, I just wanted to let the two of you know, that because it's the last day before Peeta is dent off to the games, you both can spend it alone doing whatever you please." She says fighting through tears.

We hear the click of her high heels trail down the hallway.

"L – Last day? P – Peeta,"

"K – Kat, please don't start crying, please. I know this is hard but-"

"Peeta, you can't leave me, please don't leave me."
"Katniss, I don't want to leave you. I would do anything to stay here with you and Charity. You have to understand that."

"I know, but Peeta,"

"Kat, do you really want to spend the day together sobbing or would you like to enjoy it?"

"Enjoy it," I say out of my misery.

"Alright then," He says, a bit sarcastically.

We crash our lips together firmly, and continue on like this for a long while.