wasn't planning on posting this and I had more to add but decided that I'd just put it in the next chapter. so this is short but after three weeks of no update I thought you guys wouldn't mind. what did y'all think of mockingjay part one?! I thought it was beautiful and my baby Josh Hutcherson was extremely handsome even when he was all hijacked. again, I probably won't be updating for a little bit. Maybe after new years but I said that last time so never say never.
happy thanksgiving!

I knew I should have talked to Peeta about Delly before accepting his marriage proposal. Now whenever I try to coax it out of him it seems like I'm trying to start a fight, or try to ruin us. Maybe we're finally out of the 'honeymoon' period and these little spats are going to be what's expected from us for the rest of our lives. I can't have that. I won't have that. I need to talk to Peeta soon before the kids become even more suspicious of my weird behavior. On more than one occasion Bran has called me into his bedroom before bed and promised me that I'd still be there when he woke up in the morning. It breaks my heart. I'd never leave my kids. My kids.

I cannot stand going to bed any longer pretending that nothing is wrong. Peeta has just turned his light off for the night and if I don't say something soon, I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I steel myself, taking a few deep breaths and count to five.

"Peeta," I whisper into the dark.

He makes a grunt in acknowledgement.

It's now or never. "I know. I know that Delly is town and that you've been seeing her."

Peeta doesn't say anything for a long moment before he turns over and clicks the lamp back own. He looks at me with a guilty look.

"I was wondering when you were going to ask about her."

I scoff. "Why do I have to be the one bringing it up? You're the one that met your ex-wife behind my back—"

"I didn't go behind your back," Peeta interrupted me.

"Well you sure as hell didn't tell me about it."

"What did you want me to say?"

"You could have said something like 'hey my ex-wife is in town for good and I'm going to have dinner with her to see what the fuck she wants. I'll be back later tonight, love you.'" I try to mimic Peeta's voice. "But no, you went to dinner with her and told me you had to work late at the bakery and I had to find out from fucking Madge in the middle of the frozen section in the damn grocery store!"

"I'm sorry," Peeta offers pathetically.

I throw my hands up in the air. "You're sorry? Why did she move back Peeta?"

He shrugged. "She wanted a change in careers."

By the way Peeta didn't look up at me but instead played with sheets between his fingers I knew he was leaving something out.

I repeat the question. "Why did she move back?"

Another long moment goes by. Peeta is reluctant to tell me, but finally he looks up and sighs. "She says that she's had a change of heart. She misses her kids. She misses me."

I barely register what Peeta says. "Her kids? No, they are my kids. She gave up her right to be their mother when she left them two fucking years ago."

"They're still her kids. She birthed them," he protests.

I scoff and throw the covers back and climb out of bed. I can't sleep anywhere near him right now, I can't stand the sight of him at the moment. How dare he. Before I can leave the room though my thumbs subconsciously pets the engagement ring and I halt in my spot near the door.

"Why did you propose to me?"

"What?"

"Did you give me this ring in hopes of lessening the blow when I found out that she is trying to get you back?"

"You're crazy."

"Don't call me crazy. I'm very serious."

Peeta is out of bed before I can exhale a breath and pushing me up against the nearest wall. "You are acting crazy, Ms. Everdeen. For as long as we've been together, I've known that I was going to marry you and you knew that."

Peeta's lips are hot on my neck. His kisses aren't at all gentle like they normally are. They are sharp and painful but oh so satisfying. He finds my lower lip and bites it eliciting a moan from me. I'm already dripping wet and willing to beg for release but I can't give in.

"No," I half-heartedly tempt to push Peeta off of me but he only digs his hips into me further allowing me to feel his erection through the two thin layers of pajama pants we are both wearing.

Fuck it. I grind myself against Peeta firmly eliciting a victory moan from him. We don't take our time, it's not needed. Peeta manages to push both my pants and underwear to the ground before picking me up and holding me against the wall for support as he frees his cock from the confines of his own pants.

He sinks into me a second later and we both groan. With my legs wrapped around Peeta's waist and him holding me by my hips, Peeta is able to hit me deep, filling me completely. Anymore and I'm sure I'd break in half, but it seems that is what Peeta is trying to do. He fucks me harder and harder until I'm biting his shoulder to prevent myself from screaming. Peeta is punishing me for asking him if the proposal was real or not. He's fucking me until I understand that he is mine just as I am his.

I raise my head from his shoulder and look into his eyes. They are glazed over and boring holes into me like he's been hijacked or possessed. He switches positions and my legs go over his forearms and his hands are braced against the wall by my head. My shoulders and knees are almost touching and I'd be impressed by my flexibility if I could focus on anything other than my entire body tensing up.

"I'm gonna come," I rasp.

Peeta does something unexpected and slows down to the point where I'm no longer right on the edge. I look at him in confusion. Peeta has never denied me an orgasm before. Normally he prides himself on how fast he can make me come. I move my hand down between us but Peeta grabs my hands and holds them over my head.

"No." is all he says.

The buildup is becoming too much but I relish in the way Peeta starts to simulate my overly sensitive clit with his pelvis. He wants my orgasm to be completely him and when he says.

"Please," I beg.

That is the magic word because Peeta picks up the pace and within seconds I'm reaching insane heights and then crashing into the abyss. I'm unaware that Peeta finishes and brings me back to the bed. We stayed wrapped up in each other as our breathing evens out.

"I love you Katniss. I have never loved, nor will I ever love Delly the way I love you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about her. I knew that you knew but I didn't want to break the bubble we've been living in. Delly is nothing, you have nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried," I defend. "I just wish you would have told me. We're partners now; we have to decide things together."

Peeta nods and nuzzles into my neck, kissing the skins gently. This is the Peeta I'm used to. Not that the Peeta that just made an appearance was bad. In all honesty, I wouldn't mind if he came out to play more often.

"I love you too," I offer and can feel Peeta smile.

"I'll tell you the next time Delly comes to me."

I settle back into the pillows. A heavy weight has lifted off of my chest and I know Peeta feels the same. Sated and without worry, I fall into a blissful sleep with Peeta's hand intertwined with mine.

p.s: my shift keys are barely working and my laptop altogether is on it's last leg which is more like a nub, so I'm sorry for all the grammatical errors.