I'm so sorry! It's been too long. A lot happened since I last posted, I got into another show and became obsessed with it, hence spiralling into a whole bunch of fics for that fandom.

Anyway, apologies and enjoy this next chapter!

"Mind how you-"

"Kat-"

"Lean on me for support, Peeta," Katniss told him firmly, using her arm to support his waist as they walked through their front door.

"Daddy!"

"Wilhelmina, stay back," Katniss ordered, making the girl stop in her tracks and tears spring to her eyes.

Peeta tutted and Katniss send their daughter an apologetic smile. "Hey, Willow. Momma's just being cautious. I got hurt pretty badly and I need some rest before I can carry you, okay?"

Willow sniffled, wiping her tears. "Okay," she mumbled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Peeta replied. "Why don't you head into the living room and find us a movie to watch. If we ask nicely, I think Mommy can make us some cookies."

Katniss scowled. "I can't bake them as good as you!"

"I'll guide you through it," Peeta said with a smirk. "You are the baker's wife." Their faces fell. "I mean-"

"You're right," Katniss said, a smile growing on her face. "I need to perfect the baking time and levels. I either burn them or undercook them. Let's hope I get a middle ground."

Peeta chuckled. "Go on then, princess. Find that movie for us."

Willow ran into the living room as Katniss helped Peeta to the kitchen. It was necessary, he could walk himself but she wasn't taking any chances. Not with his prosthetic leg seemingly acting up.

"I'll have a word with my doctor," he mumbled, getting onto the stool with a sigh of relief. "See if we could jiggle it about or replace it."

"What were you thinking?" Katniss asked, cupping his cheeks. "I could have lost you. Willow could have lost you-"

"Hey, I'm fine," he assured her, kissing her cheek.

Katniss wiped her tears. "You know how hospital visits are for me. Nothing ever good comes out of them."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have drunk. I was upset because Finnick and I got into an argument about-"

"I know," Katniss whispered. "He'll stop by tomorrow. See how you're doing and perhaps you can both patch things up."

Peeta sighed heavily. "We'll see." He leant back to check that Willow was still occupied. "Did you mean it when you said that we'll everything? Like us?"

Katniss nodded, starting to wash her hands. "I meant it, Peeta. I wanted to try back then and I do right now. If not for Willow, but for us."

Peeta smiled a little. "Only a small batch we should make. I'm starting to get sick of baked goods."

Katniss grinned. "Only now?" She asked teasingly. "Well, there's a reason some chefs are overweight."

"Katniss!"

"Just saying!" She said, beginning to grab utensils and mixing bowls.

"Will you go out on a date with me?"

Katniss halted in her actions and turned to him. "When?"

"This weekend."

"Who will look after Willow?"

"Scotti and Delly."

"And my sister? She'll need me because Rory's travelling out of town for a job," Katniss told him.

Peeta sighed. "It will only be for an hour or two, tops."

Katniss smiled and nodded. "Okay, yeah. Sure."

"Great!" Peeta said, just as Willow ran inside. "Hey, did you find one?"

"Mickey Mouse!"

Her parents rolled their eyes playfully. "Of course."

...

Katniss groaned, stripping and throwing the dress onto the bed. She retrieved another one and put it on, looking at her body from different angles in the mirror. Again, she took it off and threw it onto the ground.

"Momma?"

She turned and smiled at Willow. "What do you think?"

Willow giggled, pointing at her mother's mismatched underwear. "You're half-naked!"

Katniss gasped. "What should I wear to cover myself up?"

"Something orange," Willow told her, rifling through her mother's clothes. "Daddy likes orange."

"He does."

"I like orange."

"You do."

"Can I eat an orange, Mommy?"

Katniss giggled softly. "Of course. You don't need to ask Daddy or me to eat fruit. Grunkle Haymitch will cut one up in slices for you."

"Okay!" Willow said, finding a beautiful, silk, orange dress for her mother to wear.

Katniss gasped, taking the dress and putting it on. "I forgot about this dress."

"When did you get it?"

"Your father got it for me," she mumbled, twirling around. "Sunset orange, his favourite colour. I wore it the week before I found out we were having you."

"It's pretty."

Katniss beamed. "Thank you." She collected her purse. "Right, promise me you won't give Grunkle Haymitch grief nor Aunt Prim when you both visit her later on?"

"I promise, Momma," Willow said sweetly.

Katniss nodded and fixed her dress a bit. "Alright. Is Daddy waiting outside?"

"He is," Willow said, a grin taking over her face. "I gave him flowers to give you."

Katniss chuckled, bending down to kiss her forehead. "Now, he can't take credit. Smart."

They headed downstairs and found Haymitch flicking through the channels on the TV. He turned and wolf-whistled, making his niece blush furiously as she rolled her eyes.

"Peeta won't know what's hit him. Again," Haymitch said. "Don't have too much fun. I don't feel like babysitting more kids than I have to with Primmie pregnant."

Katniss gave him a wink. "No promises," she said, slipping her heels on and heading to the door. "Bye, baby. Bye, Uncle Haymitch!"

She left the house and found Peeta leaning against his car with the bouquet of flowers their daughter gave him. His eyes brightened when he eyed her up and down and she twirled, giving him a little show.

"God, you're so beautiful," he breathed out. "Uh, here."

She took the flowers and his car keys. "I'm guessing you can't drive," she said with a giggle.

He snorted. "What makes you say that?" He asked, grinning. "I'd want to make out a little but our little girl is giving us the beady eyes with your uncle right behind her."

Katniss turned and stuck her tongue out before laughing at their reactions and helping Peeta open the car door on the passenger side. "In you go."

"And I thought chivalry was dead," Peeta said.

Katniss gave him a wink. "You're welcome."

When they were on the road, Peeta's hand found her thigh and she turned to give him a smile, placing her hand over his as she used one hand to steer the wheel.

"I got you this dress, didn't I?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "My favourite dress. I can wear it on every occasion. Church with Aunt Effie, business deals with her clients, everyday wear, dates with you..."

"Plural?"

"Yeah," she said. "I want us to work, Peeta."

Peeta smiled. "And love?"

"We can find that again one day," she said to him. "But for now? We're making up for lost time."