Peeta looks up expectantly "What's this idea of yours then?"

"I thought we could make a book to remember our loved ones and friends and make sure they are never forgotten, we could add it in my families old plant book , you could draw and I write"

He smiles at me and nods

"Sounds like a great idea it might hurt a little but we should remember them and smile rather than remember and be sad , they wouldn't want that."

I look at him grey eyes meeting blue and shake my head in approval. Prim was a sweet kind girl who loved everything around her. Including that god ugly cat. It would take a lot of strength to make the book but together we could do it. Peeta would help me. We have each other and it must be enough now. We finish our pancakes and he clears up the plates. I watch as his blonde hair shines in the sunlight which beams through the window and examine his gold stubble. He turns and looks at me , I look away slightly embarrassed at how he caught me staring at his features.

"Have you ever wanted to go swimming?" I ask randomly

"I have , but never really got the chance. Wait you tried to teach me to swim during the quell? Real or not real?"

"Real. Would you like to master that skill? There's a lake in the forest and I can teach you we could have a picnic and you could paint flowers or something?" I ask hopefully

"I'm up for it let's do it tomorrow , it sounds like a great plan I'll get food for the picnic later on and you can attempt to teach me how to swim"

I smile and hug him by the shoulders,head buried in his shoulder taking in his scent, he puts his arms around my waist and holds me close. How wonderful it felt to be around him , to feel another human beings affection and closeness. I look him in the eyes and take a chance by leaning forward and placing my lips onto his.

He responds by kissing back and before I know it we are standing there passionately kissing , responding to each other feeling the fire and desire I felt on the beach and in the cave. Eventually be both come up for air, still holding each other closely. His piercing blue eyes lock with mine and I come to accept my feelings for him I do actually love him, I need him , he is my rock , he is my boy with the bread , he is my dandelion in the spring.

I take him by the hand and lead him upstairs and I kiss him again and I push him down on the bed "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks lovingly I respond by kissing him. Clothes are strewn apart , bare skin is against skin , we cling onto each other like there is no tomorrow. And after we are lying in each other's arms, my head on his chest, his arms around me in a welcome hug , we look at each other and he whispers

"You love me real or not real?"

I tell him "Real"