Wow. Wowie-wow-wowzer. I am feeling all strung out and high. HAHAHA. This is great. Phew…

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Waking up was sluggish. My body was up first, my mind tagging along. I could almost hear the groaning aloud in my head, right up until I opened my eyes.

The first thing I saw was blond hair. In fact, my face was buried in the stuff. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I lifted my head away from the hair brushing my nose, and saw the clock. 11:39. No sunlight shone through the closed curtains, but even the time didn't matter. It could have been three in the morning, but it made no difference, really.

Peeta's arms were around my waist, gentle and comfy, fingers laced on the small of my back. My arms, however, were sprawled on his chest, my face buried in his hair. Originally, it would have been an awkward position to be in, but right now? I could never be happier.

I could feel the warm comforter tangled around our bodies, but even more, every inch of Peeta's soft skin touching mine, from our shoulders, all the way town to our feet, which were touching only enough to tickle.

But I knew, and if he was awake, Peeta knew, what just happened. I wasn't ashamed. I wasn't scared or nervous, or guilty like I felt over half a year ago. All I felt was euphoria, raw and pulsing through my still-half-asleep body. It didn't make me feel more awake, just deliriously happy.

I could have stayed there forever, wrapped around Peeta's unclothed torso, feeling his heart through my own chest. But forever didn't happen. In fact, I could feel when exactly Peeta woke up, if that made any sense. Under my fingertips, through the stillness of the moment, I could feel a slight falter in the slow, steady beating of his heart. Then his chest rose with a slow intake of breath.

I flicked my eyes up to his face to watch him as his own, brilliant blue ones opened as well. When they did, there was not a second he paused before lowering his gaze down to me. A sparkle glimmered in the back of his eyes and a beautiful smile stretching across his lips. He didn't say anything, though.

Peeta's arms tightened around my waist, and I felt his fingers trace unknown patterns in the bare skin of my lower back. Nothing was said, though. We kept the presence of silence welcome, snuggled under the covers with us. But it left, soon, accompanied by Peeta bending over and pressing the side of his face to my own, gently.

"I love you." His voice was low and mellow, tickling the tiny hairs on my neck.

A shiver ran up my spine and I pressed closer to him, wanting to just disappear in the warmth he provided; sink into his skin and never have to leave. "I love you, too."

Those words have been spoken over and over, maybe a hundred times between me and Peeta. Over and over I've heard them and repeated them back, but it didn't mean quite as much as they did right now. I could repeat them again, and maybe even a third time, and have the feeling still linger, still make me only want more. Still make me believe that they were true and nothing could persuade me otherwise.

"I sure hope you were serious last night when you said you wanted children." I could hear the laughter in Peeta's voice as he joked. "Because we might be a bit preoccupied in a few months."

I felt a smile each my mouth and for a minute, I silently agreed with him. But in my mind, last time we…we did it popped up. There weren't really any feelings for me to feel about it. Happy, sad, upset. I didn't feel any of those. But Peeta's little joke got mashed right in with the memory, making me think.

The chanced were good, now, that I was going to be pregnant. Last time I wasn't, but that was probably a good thing. I didn't need a child then. Another one. But maybe it was good in the short run, but not that I actually stopped to consider, I had time to consider this.

What if I didn't get pregnant because…because one of us is unable to have children? My eyes widened a fraction, realization thumping into me head-first. I was so excited…so excited I had finally admitted to Peeta I wanted to-to have a kid, and we even tossed aside our lovely virtues (and for Peeta, that's saying something) to be able to have one. But now, presented with the possible reality of being unable to have one frightened me more than the possibility of having one.

Peeta, who seemed content gazing at my face for the rest of time, seemed to notice my change in mood. He slid one of his hands up my back to brush a piece of mussed hair away from my eyes. "What is it, love?"

I told him. After all, there really wasn't any reason to keep secrets any more.

Peeta paused for a moment. Then he took a breath. "Well, if that's true, I hope it's me so you'll still be able to have one."

Beads of saltwater rimmed my eyes and I blinked them away. No matter how chivalrous his offer was, I knew it would crush him all the same to have that be the case. I knew there was nothing he wanted more in the world than a kid of his own. Having some strangers' baby in me and raising it would never be the same.

Swallowing, I just rested my head back on Peeta's collarbone and stayed silent. There wasn't really any right thing to say to that.

Peeta stroked his thumb on my shoulder blade, rubbing it in comforting circles. "I'm serious. I will go to the ends of the earth to get you that baby, I swear, Katniss. I promise you."

"No!" The word came out, full of tears and angst, before I could event think. But then again, there really wasn't much to think about. "I-I mean… I don't want some strangers' baby. I can't…" Forcefully, I shoved that thought away. "We can't think like that. We're able. There's nothing wrong with us."

A sympathetic sort of half-smile twitched the corner of Peeta's mouth upwards. "Mentally or physically?"

I couldn't help but smile at that. Blame it on Peeta for refusing to let me mope.

He kissed me fondly on the lips. "Don't fret about it. It'd ruin the moment to be upset right now."

"True." I decided to do as he said, for once. I shifted my position on his chest and relaxed, my mind grazing lazy over the fact that I was not exactly clothed. In fact, Peeta was right. Clothes were overrated. I was perfectly content laying here, curled around him, never having to worry about clothes again.

We laid there still for a while, wrapped around each other, having the delight of feeling the closeness of one another. When I thought back to last night, I had imagined it would've been fuzzy, seeing as how my brain seemed to have shut off quite early. But no, I remembered. Right down to when Peeta kissed my cheek and pulled my head onto his shoulder to sleep. We were both exhausted and, true, it was late (or extremely early, as Peeta'd put it), but we didn't sleep right away. In fact, that was only the first out of three times we settled down. It was actually somewhere around four in the morning when I fell asleep for real.

The hours we spent together bounced around in my mind, pleased to repeat itself over and over. In fact, it must have been around an hour later we moved again. Peeta took a breath and let it out, tightening his arms briefly around me, then loosening them.

"Maybe it's time to get up at have breakfast." He said, words mumbled against the skin of my back.

"You mean late lunch." I shifted my position so where I was laying on my side, arms still draped over Peeta's torso. "It's one in the afternoon."

"Excellent. Sandwiches are easy to make." He grinned slightly with his eyes closed, and I felt his hand trace the slender curve of my side, down past my hip.

I tried not to squeak. "Why do you sound glad about that?" I sounded somewhat breathless, even though I haven't been doing anything but lie here for the past few hours. My heart was starting to speed up.

"I'd burn anything else if it involved cooking."

I gave him a slightly confused look. "On purpose? Why?"

Peeta leaned over to put his lips not an inch from mine. He smiled. "I'd be too preoccupied with the thoughts of you."

I felt my mouth curve up in a smile, and I unlatched my arms from his waist, only to twine them around his neck. That was an unbearably sweet thing he said, and there was no way I was letting him get away with it.

When I pulled Peeta's head down to kiss him, he did the obvious thing. His body shifted above me, and his arms pulled me closer to him. I let out a choked laugh and pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" I was giggling like a maniac. Even though I was Katniss Everdeen (therefore rarely giggles), I was entitled to a few circumstances it was allowed. This night made up all four of them.

Peeta still hadn't let go of me, but he traced his lips all the way down my neck. I felt him smiling against my collarbone. "No need to be sorry."

He lifted his head up momentarily to flash me a wicked look. His eyes were sparkling.

"What's that face for?" I insisted, trying hard not to start giggling again.

"Oh, nothing." Peeta said in an obviously lying voice, and shook his hair out of his eyes. "It just may be that you're hilariously ticklish, and I just may be about to get you!"

I had no time to think, or even register the crescendo at the end of that sentence. I only had time to let out a surprised shriek before he was tickling me. He hasn't exactly tickled me like this at all; he just figured I was because I giggle whenever he touches my neck, but this time tears came streaming down my face as I laughed.

Peeta was laughing too, obviously. He poked my sides and tickled my neck. In barely no time at all, I was doubled over in an instinctive position to get away from the evil pair of hands that wouldn't allow me a breath. I giggling and rolled, crying while laughing, squirming away from Peeta.

"S-Stop, stop…!" I choked, snorting against Peeta's shoulder. I was curled into a little ball, face pressed up against his arm, wheezing and gagging.

He stopped, but sparing one last little jab in the ribs.

Though Peeta wasn't tickling me anymore, I was still laughing, and wiped tears from my eyes. "You…" I puffed. "Are evil."

Peeta grinned. "I know. But I can't resist an opening to make you giggle."

"You've always known how to make me laugh." Yes, and half of the ways had been accomplished in the last twenty-four hours.

"Not necessarily true." He gave me a fond kiss, but left it at that. "It's after twelve. Maybe we should get up now."

I wanted to stay in bed with him all week, but the only reasoning I'd have to defend my side would be 'because I want to'. It's better than nothing, I guess. So I sighed and pressed close to Peeta. "But I don't want to get up." My voice came out in a quiet whine.

As always, Peeta's arms wound automatically around me and he kissed the top of my head. "Neither do I, believe me. But we can't stay in bed all day."

"Yes we can."

"Katniss."

"What?" I lifted my head off his chest and stared at him with a jokingly indignant look in my eyes. "You don't want to stay right here for the rest of your life?"

I felt Peeta's nose just barely brush my cheekbone as he breathed in my scent. "That's exactly my reasoning. I do want to stay here with you. So badly." He gave me a brief squeeze with his strong arms. "But if I let myself, nothing will get done."

"What do you need to get done?" I felt my chest swell with his close presence, with pure adoration. I sighed a barely noticeable sigh and pressed my cheek against the warm surface of Peeta's shoulder.

"Our wedding cake. And I'm sure you'd want to go see your mother and Prim."

"Meh." I groaned, and reached up to rub my eyes. "Fine. Getting up!" With a reluctant groan, I lifted myself up into a sitting position, as did Peeta.

My muscles were a bit stiff spending a period of almost fifteen hours straight in bed. I stretched the crick out of my back and looked over at Peeta. His mouth was twitched into a small smile.

"What?" I frowned slightly, self-conscious. "What is it?" I fought the urge to cross my arms over my chest.

"Nothing." He looked away, still grinning, and we both swung out legs over the sides of the bed, backs to each other. Men.

I reached down to pluck my trousers off the floor a few feet away and I pulled them on. It felt oddly constricting after not wearing them for over a dozen hours. A smile crept onto my lips at the thought. A feet more feet away, closer to the wardrobe, was my undershirt. I had to crawl off the bed and reach over to get it. I was halfway in the process of tugging it on when arms wrapped around me from behind.

Peeta buried his face in my neck and kissed me. "It's going to be hard being away from you today. Even for just a few hours."

"Well, don't die." Sarcasm dripped from my voice, along with amusement, because I was thinking the same. I turned around to wrap my arms around Peeta's warm torso.

He had already put on his pants, so I wasn't sure whether or not to accept the fact that I was disappointed.

"Lunch first, then parting of the ways." He didn't bother putting a shirt on, and with an arm around my shoulders, he led me down to the kitchen.

I helped him with our late lunch, cutting potatoes for the soup. Peeta was right next to me the whole time, and couldn't keep his eyes—or hands—off of me. I didn't blame him, of course, every time he reached over to kiss me or poke me in the side. No matter how it seemed, Peeta was indeed a teenage boy, and our history had nothing whatsoever to do with the amount of hormones we allied ourselves with. And I could certainly say I didn't even know I had that many, but wow. So I definitely didn't blame Peeta for acting like a teenage boy. After all, he was one.

At 2:30 our late lunch was done, and we sat together on the couch to eat instead of the table. Peeta wanted to have his arm around my waist the entire time, and inwardly I wondered how he would react to us not being together for a few hours. The thought made me scoff slightly.

We ate, and when the dishes were cleaned up and we both were fully dressed, Peeta and I stood at the doorway.

"So you're off to your mothers?" He asked me, twining our fingers between us. "To…?"

I lifted up my left hand and waggled my fingers in front of him. The pearl—my pearl—gleamed on the finger closest to my pinky. "To tell them the news."

Peeta nodded, and his eyes floated down to my shirt. A grin lit up his face. "You're covered in grass." I glanced down. "From last night."

It was hard not to laugh as well. If I tell Mother and Prim I got engaged last night, and they say the grass embedded in the cotton of my T-shirt, there would be some definite suspicion there. It'd be impossible to keep last night a secret with bits of lawn ground into me. With a small chuckle, I began sweeping the stuff off with a hand.

Peeta helped. "I think I'm going to open up the bakery again. People will not be too pleased I shut it down for a month. I'll open it back up and work on the cake. It's going to be amazing." I could tell from the sparkle in his eyes that Peeta already had an idea.

"I can't wait." That statement was genuine, and I reached up to kiss him lightly. He deepened it. When we broke away, I was smiling. "You're right; we're never going to get anything done."

He grinned. "I'll see you later." But his hands didn't leave my waist. I had a feeling this was going to be a long goodbye.

"No later than ten. I promise." I gave Peeta one last kiss and turned away from him. It was harder than I had imagined. Funnily enough, when I turned around, Peeta hadn't moved from where he had been standing. His eyes were trained on me, a fond smile stretched across his lips.

"I'm going!" I couldn't wipe the grin from my face as well, and forced myself to turn back around and head back to Mothers' house.

I had a feeling this was going to be a very long day without him.

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I absolutely loved that chapter, though I had very much trouble ending it. That's okay though. It was okay fluff-wise? Or should it have been fluffier? I don't know, but the thought of Peeta being a normal hormonal teenage boy makes me laugh. But trust me, if I had my way, it would have been a whole lot more…y'know…"fluffier", let's leave it at that. "Perverted" works, too. But it's rated T for a reason, and I'm leaving it at that.

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