Okay….it continues…
She smiled so rarely, that at this moment I had to remember everything about her face. How the smile lit up her eyes, like a dangerous fire, and how her lips tighten revealing pearly teeth. Her freckles seemed to disappear, and she was radiant with beauty. But I could've only imagined this look, since I love her so. I love her so much! I need her more than that though. Without her I would only be a tribute who won a game, a pawn used in a war. Survivor of the end of the world, who bakes and paints.
With her, I am those things and a husband. Now a father-to-be and a better, happier, person. And I love her more each day. So at the moments, although rare, she smiled I was reminded of all that.
"Katniss?" I asked, she looked up at me. "Yes?" she was sitting in a chair by the window, her nose is a book. I was standing in front of her painting the sun on her face. "Smile again…" I muttered, and she did. "Why?" she than asked, "Because when you smile, I fall more in love with you." She smiled and my heart sped up. "Oh…" she laughed and stood up. She pulled me towards her and she kissed me. She broke away with a smile, and I smiled back. "There now you smiled. I can fall more in love with you too." She giggled and went back to her chair. I was dazed by her happiness, and how it was all suddenly.
Only three days ago she was in denial about such happiness. She refused to be pregnant, even though she was. And now she admitted to it, smiled about it, and sometimes I find her talking to her belly. She has changed, becoming softer, and that's exactly what will make her the best mother in the world. I went back to painting her, trying my best to capture the moment she was having. I knew I could never get the smile to match her perfect happiness, but I knew I could try.
That night it poured cats and dogs (I never got that saying, but Katniss uses it a lot.) so we made a fire and had a picnic of bread, cheese, and wine. Everything was perfect, when we had finished eating, I lay back and she collapses into my arms. We both gaze at the fire, watching it burn with the same fire as what's in our hearts. She was the first to break the silence. "Peeta?" she asked, "Yes?" I answered. "This is almost perfect." I was surprised, "Almost?" I asked. "Yes, almost." She replied. "Why almost?" I asked. "Because you haven't kissed me yet." I laughed a little. "Is that so?" she looked up at me, "Yes, and don't think I'm making fun. It's true you haven't kissed me since before we made the fire." I stopped chuckling. "I'm sorry." I murmured. "You better be. I want you to kiss me all the time." She announce in a voice dripping with sternness. "And how pray tell am I to kiss you all the time?" I asked just as sternly.
She giggled, "You can't. I just wish you would." I started to giggle. "Okay." I kissed her. She pulled away. "No, you only kissed me because you knew that's what I wanted." She laughed. "Ah, I always know what you want." I joked. She smirked, "Oh, and what do I want now?" she asked, I smiled. "Me." I said, "Is that a question?" she spat. "No…should it be?" she laughed again. "No that's not what I want." I raised my eye brows. "Then what?" I honestly didn't know. She smirked again. She stood up and leaned on the door way towards the stairs. "Catch me and find out." She teased and ran up the stairs.
I smiled, taking once last glance at out fire, I knew. She wanted me to chase her around the house. And once I caught her to kiss her. I would also tell her I loved her and she would only play with me. It was only a fun game she played, in the best of mood. At the perfect time, on the rainiest day. When we both were in complete madness over love for each other. She always picked the perfect timing! And that time was now.
I stood up, "Here I come." I shouted I heard her giggle. "Oh yeah?" she shouted back. I didn't have to look very hard for she jumped out in front of me. "Then come get me." She laughed; I snatched her and started to tickle her. She screamed in laughter, "Stop, Peeta, don't ha-ha" I kept on tickling her, but our moment was shattered with a bang at the door.
I ran down stairs, and standing in the rain was Gale. He shoved passed me and breathed heavily. He was dripping on our floor. Katniss came down the stairs, "What?" she asked Gale, his tragic look said it all. And she looked at me with terror; I of course was in the dark and finally asked. "What's going on?" my mistake…
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