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I'm 13 and my grammar isn't perfect if you find a mistake I missed I'm sorry.
I could just let him sleep but I think he would want to know now. I run a few ideas that I think would work about how to wake him. "Peeta, Haymitch took the kids." I say in a normal tone. "Yeah..." He says sleepily. When he talks like this you know he didn't hear you, but he wants to sleeps so he acts like he does. I move over some so I'm on top of him, hoping my weight would wake him up. He's still not awake enough to actually listen but I can tell he's some what awake since he starts smirking. "You slept on that pretty fast." He sad in a sleepy yet flirty tone. I know exactly what he means and smile as I say "you would have to wake up to know." I hoped this would wake him up, and I'm not disappointed. He opens his eyes and says "so I'm guessing you have something other than that to tell me." "Yeah. I wanted to tell you that Haymitch came early and took the kids." "Anything else you want to tell me?" He says with a smile. "Anything you want to hear?" His smile gets even bigger. "Well actually I have a question." He says. "You see it's my wife, I asked her if she wants to have another kid and she hasn't answered. What do you think her answer is gonna be?" He says in a playful voice. "Well I think she would be really stupid to say no." I say. "Well between you and me, she is really stupid." He says. I gasp and smack his chest playfully. "But really she's going to say yes, no one is that stupid." I say. "When do you think she'll give me her answer?" He says in an even more playful voice. "You'll have to ask her." I whisper in his ear. He sits up so I'm sitting on his lap, facing him as he says "so I've been talking to someone and they think I should ask you again since you've had time to sleep on it, do you want to have another kid?" "Well..." I say and act like I'm thinking super hard. "When you put it that way...how could I say no." He smiles at me. "Well before we get too carried away I have something to show you." He takes my hand and leads me into the kitchen. He opens the metal fridge and pulls out a small cake. It's decorated to look like the woods that surround our home. "It's so pretty." I whisper. He grabs two metal forks and cuts off two tiny slices. "You know Finn helped me make this." He says. "He's so much like you, I don't think he's ever going to need to hold a bow." Peeta laughs. "That's a job for Castor." We both eat the cake in small bites. We've each had over two slices even though we each said we'd only have one. "It's so good!" I say after I had my third slice. Peeta is still eating his sixth. "Hungry much?" I say to him. He would say something back but he's too busy stuffing his mouth with cake. I laugh at him because his lips are now covered in brown, green, and a hint of blue from the stream, frosting. He goes to wipe it off with one of our orange brown towels but only ends up smearing it around his mouth. After this I can't stop laughing. Even he can't help but smile. I get out from my chair, which like our table is wood but painted a dark ivy green, and take around two steps towards him. I grab the towel from his hand and run it under the sink. I come back to him and start cleaning his face off since he apparently can't do it himself. He starts to protest but I shut him up with a glare. I turn around to put our forks in the marble sink and can feel him smirking. "Stop." I say. "Stop What?" He says in a very seductive voice. When he laughs I know he has stopped. I run upstairs leaving Peeta sitting in the chair wondering what the heck I'm doing. I walk into our kids room, and grab Finn's new history book. I walk into our room and laying on my belly on the bed start to read. I've been reading for like 5 minutes when I can feel Peeta laying right next to me on his back. I ignore him, and him seeing this as a challenge is now trying to get me to stop reading. It's been like this for 20 minutes and I can tell he's running out of ideas. I guess he has around four more minutes before he gives up. He moves on top of me. His weight is greater than mine and I can't shove him off me. He smiles and then covers my eyes with one hand and my mouth with the other. I know he has won but I'm not giving up with out a fight. I lick his hand and as I expected he freaked out and moved his hand away, but only for a second then both hands are covering my eyes. Without using my eyes cause I can't, I shut the book and gently toss it off the bed. With my now free hands I grab one of his in a poor attempt to peel his hand off my face. He laughs and flips us so we put both laying on our backs but I'm on top of him, so I can breathe. I flip myself so I'm on my belly and cover his eyes with my hands. He goes to take them off which I know he can do easily so I quickly move my legs up and rest my knees on his wrist. He is now under my control. He can't move his arms and he can't see. And then I realize my mistake but I'm too slow. With his legs he's managed to flips us over in a second. Now his stronger heavier legs are pinning mine down and his arms are holding my wrist in place. I know I've lost. We have one rule when we play fight. The loser has to do one thing that the winner picks no matter what it is. "I feel like I'm the only one who loses in this relationship." I say. He smirks as he says "that's because you are." I gasp and if I had my hands free I would have hit his chest. "Let's just get this over with." I say in a defeated tone. "As you wish." He says. I can tell he's really thinking about what to make me do, because he goes quiet for a solid minute. "Okay I know what you have to do." He whispers in my ear, which sends chills down my spine. He about to tell me but we hear our doorbell ring. "That's not Haymitch he never rings only knocks or comes in if it's unlocked." Peeta says with a small smile. "I'll go check it out." I say. Peeta moves off me and I walk down the stairs. I'm a little annoyed because they have just rang the door bell for the fifth time. I open the door with more force than needed. And that's when I see who it is. I gasp and I can feel the emotions crashing down on me. Gale is right in front of me. He gives a small smile and that sends me over the edge. I slapped him so hard at that moment. I could hear bones cracking and I left a giant hand print that will definitely leave a bruise. I run back into the house and slam the door. I can feel the house shudder from the force of it. Peeta comes rushing down and sees me. "What's wrong?" He says quietly. I go to speak but all the comes out is a squeak. He looks too the door and I nod at him. Hi picks me up and carries me to the living room where he sets me down in a chair. He put our favorite blanket over me. It orange, Peeta's color, green my color, and yellow is Finn's. Finn helped me make it. He walks over to the door and opens it. I hear the door shut.