Author's Note: Hello Tributes. I decided to post another shorter chapter today. I feel like you deserve it after I left you all hanging for so long. WARNING: SUPER-MEGA-ULTRA IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER, PLEASE READ! Here is chapter 42. Enjoy.

I don't own The Hunger Games

Chapter 42

Katniss's POV

"Hey there." His angelic voice whispers. I smile thorough my tears and extend my hand to touch his cheek. He grabs my hand and places a delicate kiss on my palm. Haymitch finally seems to get the message as he moves my head back to my pillow and stands up.

"Well I will leave you lovebirds to talk and do…what lovebirds do." He smiles at me and touches Peeta's shoulder before leaving. Immediately Peeta moves up and takes me in his warm muscular arms.

"Peeta…I.." My voice is shaking but I try.

"Shhhhh, let me just hold you a little. Please. You don't have to say anything or explain anything. Just let me comfort you baby girl." His voice is so delicate and soft it feels like music to my ears. I take his request and we hold each other so tight it is hard to breathe, but I couldn't care less. This is the only place I want to be right now, and here is where I feel safe and warm and I know that nothing will ever hurt me.

"I'm so sorry Katniss." He begins after a couple minutes. I try to shush him but he blows me off, he needs to do this. "I never meant to be so harsh and I don't know what made me do such a heartless thing. I just want you to know that we are in this together and we are going to get through this. I love you so much baby and I'm here for you, always and always." My head is resting on the space where his neck meets his shoulder, I kiss the skin under my lips and bring my hand up to caress the nape of his neck, playing with his curls.

"I love you too Peeta, so much." He pulls away and leans in to give me a soft and delicate peck on the lips. I keep my eyes close as I lean in for more and before we both know it we are making out with so much passion and desperation for each other's touch. It's been far too long since we have been this close to each other, so intimate and so "ours". Without breaking the kiss he starts moving us and I lay back down on my pillow, bringing him to lie next to me. His hand caresses my neck and down to my collarbone, I gasp as it slowly passes through my breast and to my stomach, (Sorry to interrupt, just a reminder to please read the note at the end of this chapter. Hope you are enjoying) reaching its destination on my thigh, caressing my skin. I try focusing on our kiss but his hand distracts me even more as it makes its way back up, brining my hospital gown with it.

"Peeta, we are in a hospital room." I pant against his lips. He groans loudly and his hand slowly brings my gown back to where it belongs, without breaking our long kiss. I try to tell him as I caress, lick and suck his lips, everything I'm not capable of saying to his face. I'm sorry for being so selfish, you are my hope and you are enough to make me want to wake up everyday and keep living through the terrors of the darkest nights. I love you. I love you so much.

When we are so out of breath that we are forced to break apart, I rest my forehead against his and open my eyes slowly, meeting his wide blue ones.

"Everything will change. I'm going to make up for you for everything we have been through Katniss Everdeen. I'm going to love you and show you how happy we can be." He whispers. I know that each one of those words are not just words. Whatever comes out of his mouth is a promise that he will keep. I smile, a genuine happy smile that I though I would never be able to show again. "I love that smile. I want to make you smile like that everyday for the rest of our lives." I can't describe the feeling of fullness in my chest. It's like Peeta is finally being able to heal each one of my wounds with his love.

"I love you…" I say again, because I can. I'm finally free to express my feelings for him without fear or apprehension, there are no cameras or curious people to register each word I say, just me and my dandelion in the spring. He whispers the same three words back and caress my swollen lips with little delicate pecks. His hand comes to rest on my arm, making me wince in pain.

"What's wrong?" He asks concerned. My arm is bandaged where the IVs used to be; now they were switched to my other arm. My blood is making figures through the bandage. This must have happened when I tried pushing them off trying to reach for Peeta.

"My arm hurts a little but it's nothing…" Peeta notices the bandage and the blood, he probably realizes why this happened and his face falls instantly, an expression of guilt takes over.

"I'm so sorry love…" He takes my arm delicately and plants a kiss on the bandage.

"It's not your fault. I'm the one who lied to you and I'm the one who pulled the needles from my arm like a maniac." I say. He looks up at me disapprovingly.

"It's not your fault that I acted like a monster and yelled at you when I was supposed to be comforting you." I open my mouth to argue but I realize that it will only bring another argument and the only thing I want to do right now it cuddle with my Peeta.

"Can we just say that we forgive each other and for now on we are going to tell each other everything; no more secrets, okay?" I ask. He nods and brings my lips to his to give me one last sweet kiss, setting our deal. My eyelids start to feel heavy and my body is so tired it feels like I'm caring a stone. Peeta notices and leans back comfortably against the pillows, he tugs on my gown and I fall to him. I settle myself against his chest while he wraps one arm around my waist and the other one under my head, a much more comfortable pillow. I close my eyes; not even caring to ask what time it is and try to focus on a future instead of a past. I want a future with Peeta Mellark. I want a future filled with laughter, happiness and fresh bread in the mornings. I want a future filled with kisses and caresses from my boy with the bread. My Peeta. I want a future filled with hope.

Here we are again. For now on the chapters are going to be a little shorter since we are wrapping up this story. I'm really excited to start my new story! "My Dandelion from the Ashes" was more like a learning experience. For now on I will focus on keeping it cleaner and less "teary". I'm working on writing my version of Mockingjay, where Peeta is not hijacked and Katniss will realize sooner that she loves him. Also, I will be working on writing another "After Mockingjay" story, following the original plot a little more (or a lot more). If you are interested in reading any of those stories or have any ideas (especially for my taking on Mockingjay, cause I don't know where I'm going with it) please let me know. Review, Review, Review…I think I deserve after writing two chapters in a day. Hope you enjoyed this short chapter. See you next time.

PS: Do you guys want me to hurry up and wrap this up or you want an Everlark, coff* lemon, moment next chapter. If nobody answers than I think I will go with nothing cause nobody seems to care about this story.