God, I'm so overactive.
I'm marrying him. I'm in love with him. I'm more than likely going to be pregnant by morning, I think.
It takes a bit for the egg and the sperm to join, I think. I didn't pay attention in health class because I didn't pay attention in school till I almost didn't graduate.
I'm going to be carrying his child, whether the baby is born in nine months, or years, whatever, I'm going to carry his child one day.
I yawn and Peeta smiles, tapping my nose.
"Let's go home and get you to bed." He says.
"We're leaving!" I call, grabbing my cup off the counter.
"Bye!" Finn calls. They don't bother coming out of the bedroom.
"I'm driving." Peeta says, taking my keys and then grabbing me and lifting me onto his back.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head in his shoulder front behind, my hair falling over his shoulder, down his bare chest.
He's so warm, especially when I'm cold.
"How'd she uh...grab you?" He asks as he sets me in the car, taking his time to buckle me in.
He has to buckle me in?
I smile at him. He's so sweet.
"How'd who grab me?" I ask.
He coughs awkwardly. "Sara." He says carefully.
"A bag," I say.
He sighs.
"But let's not talk about her ever again. She's nonexistent. Especially when we have kids," I say. He kisses my forehead gently.
"Agreed," He murmurs before going to his side of the car and getting in.
He drives off.
"Wait...how'd you get here if your truck is home?" I ask.
"I ran." He says.
"Why didn't you just drive?" I ask. Its two miles. He must have realized I was gone right after I left if he got there that quickly.
"Because I wanted to ride back with you," He says, taking my hand in his own.
"Peeta," I whisper after a few minutes of silence.
"Hmm baby?" He asks sweetly.
"I'm so sorry." I whisper.
He pulls into our driveway, shuts off the car and turns to me.
It's dead silent for a minute, the silence ringing in our ears.
"For what?" He asks carefully.
"For...everything. Being taken and not finding a way to tell you I was fine. For treating you horribly when I got back. I feel horrible."
"Well don't," he says.
"I'm serious." I say. "I feel really bad."
He sighs.
"You had no control over not being able to contact me." He says. "Yeah but this is me we're talking about. I could have sneaked it." I say.
"And get yourself in trouble?" He replies.
"Peeta if there was a way I could have sneaked it, would you have wanted me to? Just to know I was okay? I bet I could have sweet talked Allison into letting me use her phone to call you." I say.
"Okay you win, I would have loved it just to know you're okay and alive, but still, you are okay and alive. So it's fine." He says.
I sigh and yawn again.
He smiles wider. I unbuckle my seatbelt and go to get out of the car, but he gets to my side first, putting me back on his back before I can do anything.
He grabs all my stuff and I kick the door shut. He locks the car and carries me into the house, setting the keys on the table by the door.
He walks into the kitchen and puts the cup in the cabinet and then heads upstairs, dropping me on our bed.
He does everything for me. He plugs my phone into charge, orders me to lift my arms up so he can take my sweatshirt off, because he knows I sleep in my bra and underwear all year except for winter, when I normally sleep in sweats and his shirt.
He even pulls off the sweats.
"Why are you being so good to me?" I ask when he tucks me in and slides off his jeans, flipping off the light and slipping in next to me.
"Because I love you," He whispers when I'm cocooned in his arms. He kisses my head.
I sigh into his chest.
"I love you too." I'm tired.
He must hear it in my voice. He kisses my head again. "Your exhausted, go to sleep." He whispers.
"What if I have a nightmare?" I whisper. They're intense and they tend to scare the shit out of me.
"I'll wake you." He whispers, kissing my head for a third time.
I begin to drift off, but the words leave my lips before I can stop them.
"Stay with me." I mumble into his chest.
His grip tightens.
"Always," He says before I drift off.

The first thing I'm conscious of when I wake up, is I'm not sweaty, I'm not crying, or screaming, and I'm most definitely not terrified, I'm...normal.
Then I realize I'm up first.
I work my way out of his arms and throw on his shirt, slipping silently out of the room, downstairs.
I walk around for a little bit, bored.
I think about going to the store, just to get of the house, but then I decide against it because I know Peeta will freak out, especially since I'm in public.
But I really want to. Plutarch says that the only way the media will find out that I'm back is if someone sees me, because he's still keeping everything under lock and key.
No, I actually kind of want to just find the house and start to pack. Maybe check on the store; if i have one still.
Peeta comes downstairs and sits next to me.
"Hungry?" He asks, sounding tired.
"Not really," I say honestly.
"Me either." He says.
We're silent for a while, not awkward, just comfortable.
My music style has changed. That's actually sort of my therapy now.
My phone upstairs starts ringing and I just up, running up the stairs by two and pressing answer seconds before it stops ringing.
"Hey Mama," I say.
"Hey boo." She says. "So listen," she begins as I head back downstairs. She pauses. "Is Peeta awake?" She adds.
"Yeah," I say, laying down and putting my feet on his lap.
"Okay, out it on speaker."
I put the phone on speaker.
"Okay," I say.
"Hey Peeta," Mama begins.
"Hi," he says.
"Okay, listen." She says. We remain silent. "You guys are looking for a house in Indiana, right?" She asks.
"Yeah, why?" I ask.
"With a ton and ton of property? Like a thousand and 800 acres?" She adds.
"Yes," Peeta says.
"With a huge barn and a huge house with five rooms and four bathrooms?" She adds, her voice getting more excited by the minute.
I sit up.
"Yes!" I say excitedly.
"Perfect! There's this beautiful two story house down the street from ours! It's like a half hour drive." She says. Mom and Prim also have a huge property with tons of land. "And the people that lived there moved away. It has five bedrooms and four bathrooms and a huge barn. It's like 1,800 acres. Prim and I are gonna go jump over the fence on the horses and ride to the edge of the property but there's this huge lake across the street and everyone goes swimming there. The inside has a chandelier and there's a huge window the side of both walls in the front of the house and you can look right inside and see the stairs and...You guys would love it, but it's really, really expensive." She says.
Peeta's grin slowly spreads.
"How much?" I ask wearily.
"Seven hundred and eighty...thousand." she says. "I know it's extremely expensive and you guys can't afford it but I still wanted to tell you-"
"Send us the website. We'll call to tell you if we're taking it or not." Peeta butts in before hanging up.
Seconds later, I get a text from my mother that's the website.
Peeta jogs upstairs and comes back with his phone, laptop and charger.
He starts up his laptop, gently plucking my phone from my fingers, drumming his hands on the coffee table and them typing in the password.
Mom texts me two more websites.
Mom: the first one is the one I was telling you about, the second one is a house with less land but still a lot that's to the left of the first and the third house is to the right of the one I was telling you about. It's about the same size as the second.
Me: ok
"Do you care if I play music?" I ask.
Peeta shakes his head. I go on Pandora and play country, which is all I seem to listen to anymore.
He presses enter, both of us gasping when we see the house.
It's beautiful. It's two stories, white and blue.
We scroll through the pictures. The property is rich and green and beautiful and the barn is huge. The kitchen is enormous; the master bedroom has a balcony. The rooms are all huge, all upstairs, a railing in front of the hallway that overlooks the property. It even shows the lake. It has a doc right across the street.
We finish looking at the pictures.
"What do you think?" Peeta asks.
"I like it." I say.
"You like it? How much do you like it?" He asks.
"I love it. It's perfect. It's so beautiful. I can just see us living there." I say.
"I agree completely one hundred percent." He says. "The barn is perfect, the property is perfect, the area is perfect, nice and private." He says.
We're both silent, going through the pictures again.
"But one thing..." He says.
I look up at him.
"I know this is way into the future, but how are we gonna get the kids to school?" He says.
I think for a long time and then click on the picture of the lake.
It looks like the other side of it leads directly to the town.
"It looks like the other side of the lake is town." I say.
He pauses.
"We get a boat." I push.
He nods.
"Perfect. What about storms?" He asks.
"They're gonna have to skip on storm days." I say. "Unless you want to get up really early to drive them."
"Alright," he says. "And Kat?" He asks. I look at him again. His eyes are dark. "I love you." He says.
I blush, a small smile breaking out on my lips.
"I love you too." I whisper.
He smiles.
"Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?" He says, running his thumb across my cheek.
I look down at myself. I'm in my bra and underwear and his shirt and my hair is knotty and messy because I just woke up.
"I look like a mess." I say.
"You look flawless." He replies. He pauses. "So are we...getting the house?" He asks.
"Do you want to?" I ask carefully. "And you better be completely honest with me. I don't want you settling." I say.
"I want it." He says.
"Good, me too." I say.

It's ours. Peeta called the guy and has been talking to him for almost four hours, asking me questions that he didn't have the answer to.
The whole time, I made us breakfast and then lunch and I cleaned the whole house.
I finish washing the dishes, as the clock strikes four and the he reaches hour five on the phone.
"Yes sir," Peeta says, walking into the kitchen. "Okay. Alright, Okay, thank you." He hangs up, running his hands over his face, exhausted.
"I'm sorry. I should have been the one to call." I say.
"It's okay. You've done just as much work as I have." He says.
I remain silent.
My phone starts blaring. I dry my hands and pick it up off the counter.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Katniss that house was sold. The guy just came and took the sign out of the yard and he hide the key under the mat!" Mom says. God she's pissed. I laugh.
"Yeah I know it was sold." I say.
"How do you know?" She asks.
"Because it's me and Peeta's house." I say.
There's a long silence.
"Honey don't take offense to this, but how in god's name do you have almost a million dollars?" She asks.
"It's a long story..." I say. "I'll tell you one day." I add.
"Okay. When are you guys moving in?" She asks.
"No clue." I say. "Well I have to go."
"Okay, love you." She says gently.
"Love you too." I hang up.
I didn't have to go; I was just tired of being on the phone with her.
Peeta's tired, I'm tired.
"Who's making dinner?" He asks. I don't want to, and I can tell by one glance at him, that he doesn't either.
"The pizza man," I say.
He sighs, high fiving me.
"Why didn't I think of that?" He asks through a yawn.
I yawn too.
"No clue." I mumble.
It's scientifically proved that if you see someone yawn, you're going to yawn too.
There's a knock on the door.
I look down. I'm still not dressed. Peeta's only in sweatpants.
I head for the door, Peeta right behind me.
I look in the peep hole. It's Rye, Graham and Justice.
Good, I don't have to get dressed.
I unlock the door and pull it open.
"Your seriously not dressed yet?" Justice says as they walk into the house.
I don't say anything.
I shut the door again.
"Not that we're complaining." Rye says, lifting my shirt a bit.
I smack his arm. He raises his eyebrows.
"You're like normal again." He says.
"She's completely normal again." Peeta says through a yawn. "Now what the hell are you doing here?" He says.
"We have something we wanted to talk to you guys about." Graham says.
I sigh loudly and sit down on the couch across from them.
"What?" I ask.
"Well...have you got a house in Indiana yet?" Rye begins.
"Why?" I ask before Peeta can tell them yes.
"Because we found-" Rye does something on his phone and tosses it to me. "-This house, and we want it, but we want to live near you guys." He says.
I take his phone, yawning. This is the house to the left of ours.
"Yeah we got a house." I say.
"You have one you want or you literally already have a house?" Graham asks.
"We literally have a seven hundred and eighty thousand dollar house, why do you ask?" Peeta says.
Their eyes bug and their jaws go slack.
"Good one." Rye says.
"I thought you were serious." Justice said.
"He was serious." I say.
They stare at us.
"Where the fuck did you get almost a million fucking dollars!" Rye bursts.
I nod at Peeta.
"Katniss and I have enough money to buy seventy of those houses." He says.
"Peeta has enough money." I say.
He sighs loudly, irritated. We both that when we're tired; sigh a lot and get irritated very easily. Doesn't everyone?
"No. We have enough money." He snaps.
"You, You made the money, it's yours." I say.
"Dammit Katniss! Stop it!" He bursts.
"Fine!" I say angrily, standing up and storming upstairs, slamming the door to our bedroom.
I slide into the cool covers, pissed when I realize I forgot my phone downstairs.
I contemplate getting my iPod from my nightstand but decide against it because I'm too lazy.
I pretend to be asleep for a while, but in reality, I'm not gonna sleep till Peeta comes up here, and that could be hours, considering he's mad at me.
I hear the front door shut and I continue to "sleep"."
I actually am exhausted.
Peeta comes upstairs around ten minutes later.
I can feel his eyes on me.
After a minute, he sighs.
"I know you're not sleeping." He says.
"If we're just gonna fight over something stupid again, I'm gonna go sleep in Jared's old room." I say.
"You're not. Because we won't. I'm sorry." He says.
I open my eyes, squinting.
He flips the lights off.
"Me too, It's okay." I say.
"I love you." He says.
"I love you too." I mumble, rolling onto my side.
"Are you hungry?" He asks.
"No," I whisper.
"Me either. We can eat when we wake up." He says, sliding into bed next to me.
"When do we leave? For Indiana?" I ask.
"Whenever," he replies.
I scoot closer to him, his arms encircling me.
"When do you wanna start packing?" I mutter.
"I personally want to be on the road by Sunday." He says. "Leave at five in the morning Sunday."
"Good. Wait, we have your truck and my jeep and the moving van." I say.
"Maybe we can get Finn and Annie to fly the cars out and then get your Mom to drive us to the airport to pick them up." He suggests.
"Mm kay," I mutter. I sigh. "We should stay awake so we can pack." I whine.
"No, no. We can sleep. We can pack tomorrow." He says.
"Tomorrow is Saturday." I point out.
"So?" He says.
"You expect us to get rid of this house, have everything planned, pack the entire house and get Finn and Annie to fly out our cars all in one day? And then get up at five in the morning the next day? I think not. That's going to be really, really hard and we're going to be exhausted." I say.
He sighs loudly.
"Good point. Let's just sleep for an hour and then pack." He says.
"Deal," I say.
We both set our alarm clocks for an hour from right now and then drift off.

And we're on the road. Thank god.
Finn and Annie happily agreed to fly our car out to Indiana when we ask them to. We got the truck and the house is on the market.
Now it's five in the morning, Peeta's driving and I'm sitting with my feet propped up on the dashboard, my ankles crossed. Peeta snickers.
"You can seriously make yourself comfortable anywhere." He says.
"I cannot," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Baby you fell asleep last night with your phone on your face and then you fell asleep when I picked you up and then fell onto the floor." He replies. I roll my eyes.
"So I can fall asleep anywhere?" I say. "Because I fell asleep on the floor?" I ask.
"You could fall asleep in a wood chipper." He says.
I huff.
"Cannot," I say like a child.
"Yeah you could." He smiles.
"Whatever," I turn my attention to the window.
"Oh come on, I was playing! You know that!" He says, taking my hand and raising it to his lips, kissing it gently.
Warmth spreads through my body at the spot his lips just touched and I shiver violently.
"Are you cold?" He asks.
"Nope," I say.
"Then why did you just shiver?" He presses.
"Because I did." I embarrassed. My cheeks start to slowly get hot and I know I'm blushing.
"Katniss," he presses.
I bite my lip and look at him. His eyes go black and he drops my hand.
"What'd I do now?" I demand when his attention goes back to the road.
"Nothing," he says shortly.
"Peeta-"
"It's nothing," he repeats through a sigh.
"Please don't be mad at me." I say.
"I'm not mad at you. Just the opposite, actually." He mutters.
His eyes are dark, he's the opposite of mad...ha.
"Oh, I see," I say with a smirk. "I'm driving you crazy and your about ready to rip my clothes off right-"
"Okay, you win." He cuts in, tightening his hand on the steering wheel.
"Win what?" I ask to kill him.
"Katniss cut it out." He says.
"Cut what out?" I ask sweetly.
He glares at me.
"What'd I do baby?" I ask.
I have on a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a tightly, low cut white tank top that shows off way too much cleavage and then a black half shirt over it that covers it up. Not to mention the hot pink push-up bra.
"Nothing," he says, giving me his attention when we turn to a light.
He pulls off his black leather jacket, revealing his muscle shirt.
Fine, two can play this game.
I sit up and pull off the black half shirt, revealing my skintight white tank top that's showing off my boobs because of the push-up bra that is pink and you can see through the tank top.
He swears under his breath.
"I fucking hate you." He growls.
"You can pull over if you want to." I say sweetly.
He looks like he's seriously contemplating it.
"We can't. This isn't our car..." He says.
"It's a moving truck. Who fucking cares?" I say, my eyes flitting to the light, which just turns green.
"Green," I say.
He checks first, both of us remembering last time with Caleb.
He starts to drive.
I start to fiddle with the radio, reaching over and dropping my phone into his lap on purpose.
I sigh and dig through my bag for my P!nk CD and pop it in.
I then reach over and grab my phone from his lap.
"Sorry," I giggle.
We pull into a gas station.
He gets out and slams the door.
We're getting close to the country.
When he gets back in, his face is red.
"Get out," he orders roughly.
Damn he's so sexy when he's angry. He knows I love it too.
"Yes sir," I say, eyes probably dark.
I unbuckle and hop out of the car.
He stalks towards the building without a backwards glance at me.
I suck in a breath, clench my fists and follow him. He has no idea the affect he has on me.
I walk into the building, following him. He grabs bags of chips and gum and sodas and water, handing some stuff to me so he can get the huge pack of water.
"Keep it up," he says quietly when he passes me.
"I didn't even do anything," I grumble.
"You're killing me by just standing there." He says under his breath.
"Well then I'll just go to the car." I say.
"No you won't," he says as he sets everything down on the counter.
I drop everything too.
The man is around our age and he's eying me.
"Sweet Jesus," the guys says.
I'm in a thong...did I mention that?
"You are even sexier in person." He says.
I don't have the black half shirt on anymore, I have a hot pink push-up bra and the white tank top is completely see through.
"Are you taken? I really want you." He says.
"She's my fiancée." Peeta says, glaring at him.
The man looks like he doesn't care.
"I'm not talking to you." He says.
"But he's talking to you." I say to the guy. "And I don't want you." I add, moving so I'm behind Peeta.
Peeta angrily pays, handing me stuff, making sure to take most of it.
He's pissed.
He makes sure to bend down and give me a long kiss, leaving after shooting the guy a look or triumph.
I snicker and follow him.
We put everything in the truck and get in.
"You need to change." He says.
"Why?" I ask.
"I'm not playing games with you." He says.
"Fine, I'll change." I sit up and pull off the white tank top. He's driving again.
"Katniss Joy, I'm not playing any games with you." He says.
I ignore him and get the black half shirt, pulling it on so that's all I'm wearing.
He slams his hands down on the steering wheel.
"I give up! Your impossible!" He bursts.
I'm honestly irritated. It's a fucking shirt!
I sigh loudly and dig my phone and earbuds out.
"Wait," he says, sounding gentler. He pulls over. "Please don't shut me out. I'm sorry. You have no idea the effect you have." He says. "Don't shut me out, please?" He begs. I stare at him.
"Fine." I say.
I know he's mad at me. I'm not trying to piss him off!
I want to put in my earbuds but I suck it up and play my P!nk CD, singing along

Second day and I'm driving. We don't stop at hotels. I'm now in white jeans and a blue half shirt. I know he's mad at me. We hardly speak, the atmosphere is tense and I hate it.
We stop for gas and I refill us. We have plenty of food and water. I get back in the car and go right back to driving. We've hardly spoken a word.
I didn't mean to. I upset him. What have I done?
"Peeta," I say.
"Hmm?" He asks.
"I'm sorry," I say. "I was being a bitch and I didn't mean to upset you but I did and I'm so sorry." I whisper.
"It's okay," he says. "I wasn't even upset." He says.
"Then why the fuck were you ignoring me?" I burst.
"I wasn't. I was just not in the mood to talk." He says.
"So you ignore me? All you had to fucking say was 'I don't feel like talking' and I would have left you alone!" I hiss.
"Sorry," he says.
"You don't really mean it." I hiss, slowly down when I see I'm going twenty over.
"Think what you want." He says.
He puts in his earbuds and then acts like I don't even exist.
I force myself not to cry.
Fine, I don't care. Hate me if you want, I don't fucking care!
But I know I'm lying. I care. Even though the venom is out of me, I feel the same with the amount I love him. It pains me both mentally and physically to be without him, even though I really am with him.
I text Annie.
Me: I want to fucking die
I continue to drive, my phone beeping a few minutes later.
Annie: why?
Me: Peeta's mad at me because I had a half shirt off with nothing underneath it and jeans and he won't talk to me. This all happened yesterday and today I told him I'm sorry for the third time and he said he was never evened at me in the first place. I asked him why he wasn't taking to me and he said he didn't feel like talking
I looked between my phone and the road while I typed.
Annie: that's fucked up. So what's he doing now?
Me: he's ignoring me by listening to music with his earbuds
Annie: that's fucking stupid. So where are you guys?
Me: we're halfway there. We just passed the border to Nebraska.
Annie: so probably two more days
Me: sadly
Peeta takes out his earbuds and remains silent.
Annie: lol
I don't reply, I just shut my phone off and drop it into the cup holder.
The P!nk CD is on and Blow me one last kiss comes on.
I fight a smirk.
This is perfect.
In the song in the chorus it says "I think I've finally had enough. I think this may be it for us. Blow me one last kiss"
Maybe it'll scare him shitless.
I hope to god it does. He sighs but says nothing. I stay silent, tightening my grip on the steering wheel.
He sighs loudly, irritated. He remains silent though.

Third day is just as bad as the first, except he's driving and I'm not. Now I'm in black skinny jeans and a t-shirt.
I'm listening to music from my phone with my earbuds.
I've decided he's breaking up with me. Either that or he's so desperate for sex that he can't talk.
I doubt he wants sex. That's not how he's acting.
It's three in the afternoon and we haven't spoken a word to one another today. I don't plan on it anyways. It's upsetting me.
I think we're both shocked when we get into Morgantown, Indiana.
We turn onto Maplewood, which is our street.
The first house is the one Rye, Justice and Graham wanted.
We pass forest and fields and the grass is rich green and the trees are perfect.
On the left side, a lake comes into view. Nobody is there.
I know we're close, because Mama said the lake is across the street.
There are trees in the rich fields, forest farther out.
Peeta and I exchange a surprised look at how nice this place actually is, our jaws dropping when the next house comes into view.
"There's no fucking way." I say.
I check the numbers on the mailbox, my jaw going slack.
Peeta slowly pulls in.
"Damn," he breathes.
I'm really excited.
Peeta and I exchange a glance.
At the same time, we unbuckle and hop out, my phone in my back pocket.
We stare at it.
The driveway is round and the grass is rich green. The house is brick and the roof is green, the right side taller than the left.
We slowly step forward and head for the door, him silently gesturing for me to unlock it.
I get the key from under the mat and unlock the door, waving for him to open it.
He does and the scent of oak overwhelms me. My god I love it!
"My god," I mumble, speaking for only the second time today.
The walls are oak. There's a fireplace and a huge window, off to the left is a huge kitchen with tons of counter space, a window to the left of it.
There's the stairs with a door underneath them and a door to the right of them.
Peeta walks over and pulls it open.
It's a bathroom with a toilet and a sink, the half bathroom.
He grabs my hand and pulls me upstairs.
There's one door to the left that's a bedroom, then one the front of the left that's a full bathroom, then in the middle, that's the master bedroom with a balcony that has double doors that overlooks our 44 miles of property.
Then there's a closer to the right and a master bathroom to the left with a Jacuzzi for the bathtub and a huge shower that fits both of us.
I smile evilly.
"I'm sure we'll be putting those to work." I mutter under my breath.
He snickers.
I turn around and walk out onto the balcony.
My jaw drops.
Peeta comes out behind me, having the same reaction.
The land is huge. I can't even see the end of it.
There's a huge fence around it and I can't find the end of it because its lost in a tree.
The barn is eighteen stalls and its huge. There's outside stalls too.
"Man." He mutters.
"We did well," I say.
"Agreed," he replies.
I still think he's mad at me.
I turn around and walk back into the house.
The door to the right is another bedroom.
There are five. Every room has walk in closets.
Down the hall is two more rooms and one of them has a small bathroom in it with a shower that's a bathtub as well and then there's a bathroom out in the hall between the two sets of rooms.
"This is perfect," I say, looking around.
He sucks in a breath.
"Do you want to go and start unpacking right away, or do you want to go explore outside?" He asks carefully.
"Explore," I say.
He probably already knew I was gonna say that.
"I think after we unpack we should go get horses." He says.
"Really?" I ask, excited.
I've never ridden a horse, even though I grew up in the country.
"Really," he says.
Peeta, however, used to go to a place in the summer till he moved out, so he practically spent his summers with horses, so he gallops and jumps. He's really good.
But I never told him I don't have a clue how to ride.
Prim and I are legit the only people in our families that can't ride horses. Well, now I suppose it's just me, simply because Mom and Prim have horses.
"I lied to you!" I blurt.
He stops walking and turns to me.
"About what?" He asks.
"I have no clue how to ride a horse. I've never even touched one." I say shyly.
"Well then I'm gonna have to teach you." He says.
I don't want to go anywhere until we talk. For real talk, not fight, talk.
"I..." I sigh. "I'm so sorry. For teasing you, for everything. I shouldn't have done it. Please don't leave me." I say.
He sighs.
"I told you I was never mad at you." He says softly.
"Then why were you ignoring me?" I demand.
He looks hesitant.
"Peeta?" I ask carefully.
"I can't explain it to well." He says.
"Can you try? Please? I can't stand not talking to you, baby." I beg.
He sighs and steps closer to me, joining our lips.
Man have I missed his lips so much.
He lifts me up so my legs are around his waist.
In one hand, I have his t-shirt balled into my fist, and in the other, I have his hair tangled in my fingers, our lips molding together fiercely.
He reluctantly pulls away, his eyes black, mine probably matching his.
I don't want to stop.
"I want to keep going. I've wanted to keep going." He whispers.
"Let's keep going." I beg, the hand I have in his hair trailing down the side of his face, coming to rest at the neckline of his t-shirt, my fingers curling around it.
"We can't. We have things to do." He says.
"They can wait." I whine.
He wants to give in.
"Please?" I beg weakly. "We can do them right after." I add softly.
Instead of answering, he joins our lips.

The barn is huge. Our normal, easygoing, playful attitudes towards each other are back.
Sex was all it was.
"Do you actually want to walk 44 miles?" I ask.
"No. We can forget that and do it later." He says. "We should go see your mom and Prim though." He suggests.
"We probably should, but we're gonna have to walk and that's gonna take a while." I say.
"Good point," he says. "You should call Finn and Annie." He says.
I pull my phone out and dial Finn.
"You should see where Jared lives." I say.
"He lives just outside our town. But it's like two hours from here, in the city." He says.
I sigh.
"Oh," I mumble.
"No need to call me," Finn says behind me.
I whip around. Both him and Annie are here.
"This place is amazing." Annie notes.
"What the fuck?" I ask.
"How?" Peeta asks, shocked.
"Well...we bought the house to the right of yours. We packed everything on Sunday and flew out here Monday and made tons of trips to the airport. Your cars are in your driveway." Annie explains.
"You guys are incredible." I say, hugging both of them.
"Need help unloading?" Finn asks. "We're already unpacked and everything."
I look at Peeta, who shrugs and nods.
"Sure, let's go." Peeta say.
"Race you guys!" I say, bolting through the barn.
"No fair!" Annie calls, the three of them chasing after me.
I run over to the truck and slam my hand against it, then Annie, then Peeta, then Finn.
"I win!" I say, panting.
Peeta kisses my cheek and opens the back of the truck, him and Finn starting to get furniture.
We start to unload, Annie and I getting boxes.