Hey! I got this super awesome idea in the middle of the night and was like,"Gotta write this down before I forget it!" And I like, fell back asleep two minutes later. But the good thing is that I remember it. Soooooooooooo here it is!

Katniss

I wake up to the smell of fresh bread. My eyelids fluttered open, squinting at the sunlight shining through the window. I sit up, and blink a few times. Following my nose, I made my way downstairs and into a kitchen. I saw Peeta in the kitchen, closely monitoring a loaf of bread.

Cheesy bread. For some reason, I had a weird feeling. Like I shouldn't be there for some reason. I hugged myself and sighed. Peeta looked up for a moment and drew his attention back to the bread, but he said,"Sleep well?"

I stared at my feet, biting my lip and replied,"Well enough." A few moments passed in silence, almost like time had stopped. I walked to the island in the middle of the kitchen and took a seat at one of the high stools. "I had a dream last night," I said suddenly. I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, and regretting saying anything at all.

I had made everything awkward, which I was trying to avoid. But to my surprise, Peeta actually smiled at me. "About what?" he asked, setting the oven mitt on the granite island.

"Well... this may sound weird, but... I had a dream, that we were having a picnic in a meadow."

"Uh-huh."

"And... well... we kissed."

"Okay."

"This isn't awkward to you?"

"No, not really. It's only awkward to you because you don't remember how many times you've kissed me."

I hadn't really considered that, but it was true.

"But the weird thing is, I actually liked it. No, I loved it."

"That's no surprise."

"Oh, so you're saying that every girl that you've ever kissed came back just hungry for more?"

"Yeah, I mean that's why we have twins now."

Then, very spontaneously, I stretched across the island and kissed him, right on the lips. With my cheeks so hot, I was sure they were bright red. "Sorry, I-I just... sorry, you must think I'm so weird right no-" Peeta's lips right back against mine interupted me.

I pulled away, grinning like a maniac. "Told you," Peeta smirked. "No! That doesn't count! You kissed me that second time!" I laughed, playfully punching him in the arm.

"Yeah, but I know you liked it," he said, turning around and opening he oven. Grabbing the oven mitt again, he carefully lifted the pan out of the oven. Unleashing even more delicious smells, the bread was finally done. Sprinkling some seasoning on it, Peeta cut up the bread.

He opened a cabinet and got two plates, put two pieces of bread on each one. "Are you like, a baker or something?" I asked, watching his every move. "Yeah, my parents used to own a bakery," he replied, setting a plae in front of me.

"They used to?"

"Well, my parents died in a bombing."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be, it was just their time, I guess."

We ate in silence, until my mother came in with a phone in her right hand. "The Capitol wants you to do and interview," was all she said. Along with,"And your sister and Rory. Apparently, they are now the hottest couple in Panem."

"Well, let's give them what they want. Bread, Mrs. Everdeen?" Peeta said.

Done, next chapter, second to last chapter! Squeeeeeee!