I don't own The Hunger Games. My goodness, what a weekend. Saturday, a lot of people were over and water spilled on my laptop. It didn't work for the weekend but then some sort of magic (or to be scientific – evaporation) happened and it did. Needless to say I am very lucky, but seriously had a freak out time over the potential losing of the laptop. I truly hope your weekend was less traumatic. Now, let's get back to this before anything else happens to the laptop and I end up having to write this with pen and paper!

Katniss:

It was the most blissful sleep I had since I could remember. I awoke slowly, just letting things come together on their own. Peeta was walking around the room, grabbing what he would need to take a shower.

"Morning." I said to him, still in a daze.

He came over and gave me a light kiss on the head. "Good morning, Kat. Sleep okay?" he asked me, but I could tell he already knew the answer.

"I did. If I knew I could sleep that soundly, I think I would have pushed for this sooner." I tell him, smiling.

He laughed and held my hand as I got out of bed. "There is tea and breakfast downstairs. I am going to go take a shower before everyone arrives."

That's right, today was the day everyone arrived to plan for the opening. With everything that had happened last night, it had slipped my mind. I watched him walk down the hall and enter the bathroom and I pulled out what I would wear for today. Simple outfit, nothing fancy, but not understated either. It was one of Cinna's designs, in fact, it was the same one the Capitol came here for the start of the tour, just without the cowl. I wasn't sure who exactly was showing up, but I knew I would be comfortable with Peeta next to me and Cinna's clothing.

I heard the water running and walked down the hall. I bypassed the door, but then backtracked, opening it slowly. I knew with the water running, he wouldn't be able to hear me, so I took off my robe and nightgown. I opened the door to the shower, and he jumped.

"I need to take a shower too, so I figured we could just save time by doing it together." I told him shyly. I almost decided not to do this, it was a bold move, even for me, but after last night I felt different.

He stepped back to make room for me, and as I got in, my eyes never left his. The way he looked, water falling off his hair, his shoulder, running down his body, it was enough to almost make me forget how to breathe.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" I ask him slowly. I can't seem to talk fast when I see him this way, when I know I am falling deeper in love with him.

He takes me in his arms and holds me to him. Our bodies are touching and I can feel his heartbeat against mine. It was so strong, but I couldn't tell which was his and which was mine. The water was falling over us, and he ran his fingers through my hair, making sure to get it wet. He turned me around and began to wash my hair.

"You know, if someone would have told me 5 years ago that I would be washing Katniss Everdeen's hair in a shower, I would have thought them crazy." He said. "I would have been ecstatic, but still thought them crazy."

I laughed, but then my mind began thinking of every moment leading up to this. My father dying, about how if he hadn't died, I wouldn't have learned to be so self-sufficient. Growing up Seam is hard, but doing so while being the sole provider for your family was even harder. Prim's name being called at the reaping, and my volunteering; what if it wasn't her, and not me, and someone else was next to Peeta? It was almost as if every moment that happened led to this one, to this fate. When I grew up, love was a luxury, it wasn't something that you actually hoped for; at least not for me.

He turned me around again so my hair could be rinsed. I felt his fingers over me, getting the shampoo out, and I thought again about Peeta, falling in love with him. It wasn't at the first moment I saw him, though it should have been. When he threw me the bread, saving not just mine, but my family's lives, even though I knew he had gotten in trouble for it; when he reminded me of the dandelion. He was a miracle and that should have showed me then. I was too preoccupied with everything, but I knew now. I was here now, with him, and I didn't want to waste any moments.

My lips found his, even with my eyes still closed. I continued to kiss him; feel his skin under the water, until the water started to get colder. We quickly got out and headed back into the room to change. It was hard, not to pull him onto the bed, but I knew today was time sensitive and we had to be ready. I braided my hair quickly and started to head downstairs to have my tea.

Johanna was sitting at the table, eating my breakfast when I walked into the kitchen. I jumped and screamed, which made Peeta come running. Johanna just sat there, still eating, one eyebrow raised at the two of us, still damp from the shower.

"Jo! How did you get in here? The door was locked!" I yelled at her, mad that I was so frightened.

"Do you honestly think a door lock could keep me out? I wanted some breakfast, so I came here. Enough about me. Did you two take a shower together? Did you have swimming suits on?" She stood up and walked over to me, looking in my eyes. "You took my advice, didn't you, Kitten! You look like a whole new woman this morning!" she said jokingly.

Peeta just looked at her and shook his head. "Jo, be nice. Did you leave anything in the kitchen?"

"Oh, Mellark, I haven't even started on you!" Just then Haymitch came in, knocking once before opening the door. "And Haymitch up before 12! Today is just full of miracles!" Jo yelled, tossing Haymitch a bun.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Haymitch stated, sitting down at the table. I glared at the two of them.

"Nothing, except breakfast apparently." I answered grumpily.

"Or these two had quite an interesting evening and morning." Jo teased. "I think our little Kitten grew up last night, Haymitch. I could also say that our baker may be making a different kind of bun. Oh, this isn't going to get old anytime soon!"

"Jo." Peeta said. That was all he had to say and it simmered down to talking about the day. They were coming in at 11, so we had about an hour before. We weren't entirely sure what their plans were, or who they were sending, so we just decided that we would take them to my old house to go over the plans.

Haymitch kept looking back and forth between us, but something Jo had said sparked a worry in my mind. I didn't even think last night about the possibility of a child; all I could think about was being close to him. We would have to discuss that, because I didn't see children in my future. Peeta ran upstairs as we were about to head out and I almost followed him, but Jo grabbed my arm out and brought me outside.

"You are going to tell me what happened, right?" she asked me, smile on her face.

"You seem to have figured it all out, so I am not sure why I need to tell you anything." I told her. Peeta came out the door then, catching up to us. I thought I saw him slip something to Jo, but I didn't have time to ask. She said she would be back in a bit and took off.

"Peeta? Did you…" and before I could finish I heard the humming of the hovercraft. I felt the panic rise up in my throat, could almost taste it, when his hand found mine, wrapping himself into me; grounding me.

Shorter chapter, I know, but I really want the experience for the next chapter to be Peeta's. This is his baby, after all. Thank you again for all the support and love I have gotten from you all! I really appreciate it.