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I wake up to a surprisingly cold bed with the bed sheets tangled around my naked legs. Despite feeling a tad lonely, I grin at what happened last night. Memories of the things Peeta did with his tongue, sending me higher and higher with each small climax until I'm standing on the tip of the crescent moon about to plummet head first into a mind and body numbing orgasm.

I've had sex before and I'm familiar with orgasms but last night was something else. It wasn't just because it felt good but it also felt right. It felt right being with Peeta, connecting as one and giving ourselves to each other completely. I haven't experienced anything like that feeling in my life before. It's both thrilling and terrifying. But I guess that is what love is. Oh my God, I actually told Peeta that I loved him last night.

I slip out of bed and find Peeta's shirt that he was wearing last night and slip it over my head then go out to search for the man who made me wake up alone.

I find him in the kitchen of course, in nothing but his boxers with his back turned towards me. I watch for a moment as his muscles flex and relax under the soft flesh as he moves about mechanically. I sneak up behind, something that's not hard to do, and wrap my slim arms around Peeta's torso.

Peeta only jumps slightly but then relaxes into my touch.

"I woke up all alone, how is that supposed to make a girl feel after such a great night?" I smirk

"My apologies, will breakfast rectify my foolishness?"

I laugh. "I certainly think I can forgive you."

I place a kiss in between Peeta's shoulder blades and start to move away from him when he catches one of my hands and twirls me around him. Peeta stares at my lips briefly before his eyes flit up to meet mine.

"Can I tell you I love you, or was last night a slip of judgment?"

"You can tell me," I do not recognize my own voice. It's too hoarse and thick with want.

"I love you, Katniss Everdeen."

XxX

To say that Peeta and I did much of anything outside of the house would be a lie. To say that we kept our activities to the confines of his bedroom would also be a lie, though we always ended up there because that's where the contraceptives are located. To say that forgoing them in order to get to the act quicker only crossed my mind once would also be a lie.

"I should go on the pill," I tell Peeta moments after we've caught our breath from another round of romping.

"It's fine. I don't mind condoms," Peeta says dismissively.

I quirk my eyebrow up at him. Since when do guys not mind using condoms over having me take the pill? "It would make more sense. I mean, the kids aren't going to go to your parents every time we want to have sex, I'm going to have to come with terms of doing while they're sleeping, or busy doing other things. It would be faster if we didn't have to worry about condoms. And it's not practical to use a condom while in the shower, and I'm thinking that that's going to be the safest way to go for no kids walking in on us."

Peeta lies quietly on his back, chewing on his bottom lip and staring up at the ceiling. Eventually he sighs. "Delly got on the pill when we started having sex but she was awful at taking it, saying that it made her fat. I didn't know that she just stopped taking it completely until I found out she was pregnant. She even tried to blame the whole thing on me, too. She said that I stopped wanting to have sex because she gained weight, honestly I didn't even notice."

"How about we use both? I'll take the pill religiously; I'll even get the shot so I don't have to worry about forgetting. And we'll still use condoms to be extra cautious but if the moment arises and we don't have condoms, we'll know that we're covered."

"You're perfect."

Peeta rolls back on top of me and I'm well aware that he's ready for another round.

XxX

I stay up in Peeta's house while he goes down and greets his parents and the kids. I remember his mother vaguely, but it's enough to know that she wasn't fond of me or my mother when we still lived here. It's not like I ever did anything to make her mumble 'seam trash' to me whenever I'd go to the bakery with my father.

The door bursts open and Jack is the first one through followed by Sage and lastly Bran as they barrel towards me.

"Mama!" Jack shouts. It's the first time he's ever called me that and it takes me by surprise.

"What did Jack just call her?" I hear a voice by the door.

I look up from the blonde cherub in my lap to meet the eyes of Peeta's mother; older than I remember but no less evil looking.

"Uh, this is Katniss. My girlfriend. Katniss this is my parents; Maureen and Ezekiel."

I rise from the sofa with Jack on my hip and Sage holding onto my leg to shake Peeta's parents hands.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Mellark. Are you staying for dinner?"

"You can call me Zeek, dear. What is Peeta planning on making?"

"We were planning on Pumpkin soup and grousling," Peeta announces.

"We already have plans for dinner tonight," Maureen scoffs.

"Maureen, we barely see our sons. Besides I want to get to know you better, Katniss. What do you do?"

Zeek works his way further into the living room and takes a seat next to where I was just sitting. I follow his actions and place Jack onto the floor before Sage climbs onto my lap to give me a large hug.

"I'm a lab assistant at the National Park. I work to help preserve the plants and wildlife while trying to come up with ways to integrate new species without harming the already existing ecosystem."

"But of course you just assist and you don't actually do the intergrading," Maureen speaks.

"Actually the assistants do most of the work, whether it's in the lab or out in the field. So I do think that it's the assistant that do most of the intergrading," I say bitterly.

"Hey, why don't you pick out a movie to watch Sagie?" Peeta breaks up the awkward silence.

We all sit in silence as we watch a four year old pick out her favorite movie and work the DVD player flawlessly. Maureen scoffs when she sees that it's Brave, muttering that Peeta is turning his kids brains into mush. I hold back the comment I want to make just barely before excusing myself to go help Peeta start dinner.

"Sorry," he whispers into my hair as he kisses my head.

"Your mother doesn't like me," I say back.

"She doesn't even like me, so don't feel too bad. I think the only time I've heard her say something positive to me was when we found out that Sage would be a girl. She always wanted a daughter. But of course even that was Delly's doing."

I kiss Peeta on the lips and hear another scoff from the living room and smirk.

XxX

Dinner was filled the glares and long periods of silence. Maureen and I don't acknowledge each other's presence, and it's created a shift the in atmosphere. I catch Peeta giving me a look that makes me feel bad momentarily. Just long enough until she starts talking to me, about Delly.

"I'm still in touch with her, of course. She's been doing a lot with her life, ever since the dreadful divorce Peeta forced on her. How he could tear his family apart, I'll never be sure. Delly still loves you deeply, dear."

Peeta's grip tightens around his spoon before he puts it back into the bowl. "Mother, I'd appreciate it if you'd refrain yourself from talking about her in front of the kids and Katniss. It is not fair to either of them."

"What do you mean not fair? What's not fair is that you took her kids away from her and they're now calling this trash their mother!"

Peeta slams his fist down on the table making our dinnerware rattle and Jack's lip starts to quiver. Bran doesn't waste a second before he's pushing his chair back and taking Jack from his chair and motioning for Sage to follow him back into his room where he closes the door. Peeta barely even notices the fact that his kids are now in the other room as him and his mother engage in a staring contest.

"Delly made her choices to leave, whether you choose to believe that or not, it's the truth. I did not take the kids away from their mother nor did I encourage them to call Katniss mom. That was their decision. Bran, Sage, and Jack. But I can't say that I don't like it because I love that they love Katniss as much as I do. It'll make it a lot easier when we decide to move forward."

"Move forward? You mean marriage? I won't stand for it."

"That's fine; it's not your life. These are not your kids. You've already fucked up three of your own; you don't need to screw up mine."

"Ezekiel, we're leaving!" Maureen stands from the table abruptly, knocking her chair over and storming out the door.

"Sorry about all of this Katniss. It really was a pleasure meeting you," Zeek tells me sincerely before following his wife out of the door.

Peeta doesn't say anything as he stares at his cold soup. He's breathing deeply and I know that he's trying to calm himself down. I reach out and place my hand on top of his and it seems to instantly snap him out of whatever trance he was trapped in.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine."

"It's not fine. She shouldn't have talked about Delly in front of you, or the kids."

"Delly is their mother, she's going to be brought up from time to time."

"She shouldn't. She made the choice to walk out of these kids' lives. I haven't heard from her in two years. Jack doesn't even know who she is and to Sage she's just a blurry memory. If the kids want you to be their mom, I'm not going to stop it, because honestly I want nothing more than for us to be a family."

"For us to be married," I say with a foreign taste in my mouth.

"I know it's fast, but that's what I want. Eventually."

I'm not going to lie; the idea of marriage and kids is scary to me. I never wanted either of them. But I want Peeta and Peeta comes with three kids that have wiggled themselves into my life so seamlessly that the idea of marriage doesn't make me go running for the hills like I know it should.