Thank you guys so much for the support, but I won't be able to update until around July 20th or so because I am currently in the hospital. I attempted suicide but my sister found me before I was completely dead. Long story short, I will be attending therapy and some other stuff, so I won't be able to update for a while. This is the last update until July 20th, maybe sooner. Enjoy! I love you guys!

Peeta and I walk back to the hotel happily, swinging our hands back and forth between us. I feel truly happy, something I haven't felt in a while. He stops us before we enter the hotel and pulls my hand, pulling my towards him. I end up pressed up against his chest, looking up at him. Our eyes staring into each others all while leaning in closer until our noses are touching. Finally, I kiss him passionately and he does as well shocks of electricity running through my veins, making my body hum. After a few minutes he pulls away from me, both of us breathing heavily.

"I have to stop now, or I won't be able to control myself." He says breathlessly.

I close my eyes and nod, knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop myself either. We enter the hotel, hand clasped between us and our lips swollen with huge grins across our faces.

In that moment, I know that maybe, just maybe, everything will be alright. Maybe.

Time skip...

It has been 2 weeks since our date and Peeta and I are still happy as ever, of course we fight at times but nothing serious. Today, I decided to visit my Aunt Mia. She was like a second mother until she moved back to Italy. She owns a little restaurant that is famous for her desserts; it's her pride and joy, her baby.

Of course, everyone wanted to come along for the desserts so there we were standing in front of the small restaurant. I took a deep breath before I led them in, hoping for the best. As soon as I opened the door my nostrils were filled with a delicious mouthwatering aroma. I think I heard someone moan behind me but I ignored it.

"Zia?" (Aunt) I called out.

Suddenly my aunt appeared at the front counter and tears filled my eyes as well as hers.

"Katniss, mio caro รจ che davvero?" (Katniss, my dear is that really you?)

"Si, zia. Si!" I say excited and she comes around the counter and embraces me tightly.

"Ah, you brought friends, I see?" She says with a heavy Italian accent.

"Yes." I say. "This is Cato, Clove, Jo, Rye, Phil, Annie, Finnick, and Prim" I say, pointing to each person as I name them. Of course she already knew Cato and Prim though.

Zia greets them all with a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Sit, sit. I'll bring something for you to eat, you must be starving." She says rushing about. That's Aunt Mia for you, always trying to fatten everyone up. Everyone gladly takes a seat except for Peeta and me, I grab Peeta by the arm and drag him to the kitchen with me.

"Zia?" I call softly.

"Si?"

"I want to introduce you to someone else. This is my boyfriend, Peeta. Peeta, this is my aunt Mia." I say introducing them.

She walks up to him and tells me she wants to talk to him alone. She takes him to a corner and I can faintly hear them talking in Italian. When they come back they are both smiling and Peeta is blushing a bit. I take it as a good sign because when Zia meet Gale she flipped, and tried to hit him with her wooden spoon. That's why I always trust Zia.

"Now go sit." She instructs us ushering us to the table. We sit and all of us start joking and talking and just having a good time in general. Some waiters bring us our food and everyone digs in, some even moaning at the taste. You have not lived until you have tried Aunt Mia's food. It is like heaven, celebrities all over the world come to her restaurant for just a taste of her food. I don't understand why she hasn't bought a bigger place but it's up to her, I guess. Zia soon joins us and we all eat together. By the end of the meal, we are all stuffed and can barley move.

"Zia, you probably want us all to look like turkeys before Thanksgiving." I laugh.

Everyone hums in agreement and we all sigh, sitting in our chairs, relaxing.

"Peeta, can you carry me?" I ask when we have to leave.

"Babe, I can barely move myself." He says rubbing his stomach.

"Cato? Can you carry me?" I ask putting on a puppy dog face.

"Kat, I cannot move, we'll probably need wheelchairs to get out of here.

"ZIA! WE NEED WHEELCHAIRS!" I yell so she can hear me from the kitchen.

"GOOD!" She yells back. We all chuckle but finally stand.

We say goodbye to Zia, promising to come back next week, before leaving.

Today was a good day. I'm glad aunt Mia liked Peeta.

Sorry for shortness, but my sister is typing this for me so yeah, and visiting hours are almost over so we have to wrap it up! Until next time! Leave reviews, favorite, follow, all that stuff! BYE! LOVE YOU ALL!