A/N: Here's a really fluffy chapter that starts with Peeta after all of those sad feels.

"Perfect." I pull the blanket off of him. "I'm...I'm glad you didn't." ~

"I'm glad you didn't." Heavily sighing, I sit up in the bed. "Are you good for lunch now?" ~

"Yeah..." I groan. "I'm hungry." ~

"Okay...can you make it down alone? I'll meet you down there." ~

"Why can't you go with me?" ~

"There's something I have to do before I leave." Something good. ~

"Oh...okay. I think I can manage." I go to stand, holding onto the bed. "Okay, registering the world around me." I sigh. "I'll see if Finnick and Annie are going down now. Just...to be safe, you know?" I just really didn't want to go alone. ~

I stand up to help him over to the door. "Just be careful. I'll be down as soon as possible." ~

"Alright love..." I kiss his cheek. "Hurry." ~

"I will! So go!" I laugh, lightly pushing him out the door. "See you soon." ~

"Yeah, yeah." I stick my tongue out and go to knock on the door one over from us. ~

As soon as he leaves, I shut door and lock it so that he can't find out what I'm doing. Then I run over to the nightstand and take out the pad of lined paper, a pencil, and start writing:

'Dear Peeta,

I'm glad we met.

Love, Cato'

Then I flip the page to a newer one and write:

'Dear Lover Boy,

Your face is the best fucking thing I've ever seen. Keep it that way.

Love, Cato'

Another one.

'Dear Peeta Bread,

Thank you for existing.

Love, your boyfriend'

And forty-five others like them. ~

"Finnick? Annie?" I call in. "Are you guys going to eat?" No answer. I knock again, and hear a call from the other side.

"Finn's already down, Peeta! I'll be right out with you!"

"Gotcha!" I wait for a few minutes and then, the door opens and Annie comes out. "How ya doing?"

She sighs. "I wish they didn't have to go. But it could be worse."

"They could be going to the Capitol." I remind her. "But they're going to Four, where people love Finnick."

"You always do know what to say." ~

And the last one, after a half an hour:

'Dear Peeta,

I can't wait to spend forever with you.

Love, your fiance'

I numbered them all and everything. ~

We get into the elevator and make our way down. "Can I tell you something? Well, and ask you."

I look at her oddly. "Sure, go ahead."

"Finnick and I are getting married. Would you make the cake?" ~

I fold all of papers neatly and put them all in the bottom drawer. Of course, after drawing another picture of our wedding. A little better this time. ~

I immediately hug her with a big smile. "Of course! Congratulations!" She's smiling, too. I'm just glad she's happy. "When?"

"As soon as they get back here. We've been talking about it for a long time, but...just keep it on the low, okay?"

"Absolutely." I love weddings. And wedding cakes. ~

He isn't allowed to read this until after I'm gone. Then he can remember me while I'm out fighting. It'll be like I'm there.

And right on cue, my stomach rumbles. So I go down to the dining room to eat and talk to Peeta since it might be the last time we talk privately for a while. ~

We make our way into the dining room, her telling me all about the plans and what she liked and didn't. She goes to sit by Finnick and I wave to take a table for two. ~

When I get to the large room, I scout the room for Peeta, eventually finding him at a small table next to our usual large one, but his back is to me. So I sneak up behind him and cover his eyes with my hands. "Guess who," I say in a slightly higher pitch than normal. ~

I don't recognize the voice, but the only slightly feminine person who was here was Annie. "More about the wedding?" I laugh. ~

"Not until we get back, kid." I laugh. He must be really excited. ~

"Wait, Cato?" I say confusedly. ~

"Who?" I smile, still covering his eyes. ~

I go to turn. "I know it's you!" I laugh. ~

"You don't sound so sure." I turn with him so he still can't look. ~

"I'll kiss you. That's how sure I am." ~

"Ewwwwwwww." ~

"You're a terrible liar." I smile, putting my hands on the hands. "Besides. I know these hands anywhere." ~

"That's because these hands have been everywhere." I remove my hands and run to the other end of the table to sit down. "Who else would be talking more about the wedding?" ~

"No one!" I remember I promised to keep the secret for Annie. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, but i'd have to ask her before I told Cato. I sit down, too. "No one." ~

"Okay then." I reach across the table to take his hands. "I see you made it down safe." ~

"Yeah, I came down with Annie." I take his hands. "She went off to find Finnick."~

"Cute." I smile. "Do you think we should tell them about us?" ~

"Eventually." I glance around and lower my voice. "But we probably shouldn't steal their thunder." I put my finger to my lips to tell him to keep quiet about it. ~

"We can't share?" I pout. ~

"No, no...see... Annie told me they're getting married the day you guys get back. But you can't tell anyone. It's a secret." ~

"Really?!" I love them together. Their relationship is probably my favorite thing in the world, besides Peeta. They're perfect. "Can we have a dual wedding?!" ~

"Apparently they've been engaged for a few years now... They're doing it with all of Four's customs, and Annie asked me to make their cake." I smile. "They were just waiting for peace." ~

"Well she made the right choice by asking you!" Looks like he'll be busy with two cakes while we're apart. "This is exciting." ~

"But you can't tell anyone you know, okay?" ~

"I won't! I don't spill secrets...unlike you." ~

"Like what?!" ~

Really? "You just told me about their wedding...and you said it's a secret." ~

"But I tell you everything." ~

"Promising not to tell anyone, but then going to tell your boyfriend because he's not just anyone?" I laugh. "You're such a fucking girl." ~

"Shut up!" I laugh. ~

"No way, girlfriend." ~

"You're a jerk." I sigh, smiling. ~

"I'm the best." I squeeze his right hand-my left, or...the non-casted hand. "Speaking of being the best boyfriend ever, I made you a present." ~

"What? Why?" I smile. "You're wonderful." ~

"It's a going away present...even though I'm the one going away. But you can't look at it until I'm long gone and you're missing me too much. It's in the bottom drawer of the nightstand." ~

I raise an eyebrow at his comment. "...Okay. I'm so curious! Can I have a hint? Please?" ~

"It's...no! Begging will get you nowhere!" I tease. ~

"But...I asked nicely." ~

"Multiple things that came straight from my heart. Good enough?" Thinking back to it...I smile remembering all the different ways I addressed the letters to him. Every single name I gave him. Dear:

Peeta. Lover Boy. Peeta Bread. The Littlest Mellark. Boyfriend. Girlfriend. Cutie. Hottie. Sexy. Boy from Twelve. Puppy. Rebel. Boy With Three Hair Colors. Blondie. My Other Half. My Better Half. My Favorite Tribute. Shortie. Dear (Dear Dear; Love, Love-I know). Crybaby. Red Face. Lover. Sweetie. Puzzle Piece. Baker. Cute Baker. Hot Baker. Sexy Baker. Muffin. Cupcake. Clumsy. Friend. Best Friend. Almost-Fuck Buddy. Kissie Face. Life Partner. Cat Hoarder. My Favorite Way of Keeping Warm at Night. Love (Dear Love; Love, Dear-I couldn't pass that up either). Perfect. True Love. Only True Love. Forever Friend. Forever Lover. My Heart. My Soul. My Mind.

And finally, back to the original one. Just plain: Peeta. ~

I groan. "Fine, fine. I can't wait to see." I sigh. "But I still don't want you to leave." ~

"I don't have a choice, though!" I don't want to leave him either. "But I'll be back when you're least expecting it. Don't worry. I'll surprise you." ~

"Fair enough. Even though I may hear the screaming next door." I laugh. As quiet as Annie is, I've discovered she gets very loud when emotional or excited. Then gets all nervous and quiet again. "I'll have the Annie Cresta early warning system." ~

"Then I'll just have to make sure I don't come back with Finnick, right? As to not ruin the surprise!" But I doubt I can make it work out like that. ~

"As long as you come first. Because I don't know if I could handle sitting around, knowing you'll be there soon but not knowing when." I smile. ~

"We'll see what we can do." I let go of one of his hands and pinch his cheek. Adorable, this one is. "Are we gonna eat, or...?" ~

"I was waiting for you!" ~

"Well then let's go! I need food, woman!" I stand up and pull him out of his chair. "Do you need me to guide you? Can you see?" ~

"In greyscale, yes." I sigh, completely ignoring his woman comment with a mere roll of the eyes. "I'll be fine." ~

"Oh," I start leading him towards the food, "well hopefully it'll fix itself soon." ~

"Me too." We make our way over to the line of people getting food and grab trays and plates. "I think this is the first time we've ever relaxingly eaten together." ~

"The first and last time. For a while, I mean." And I know he doesn't just mean the first time we've relaxingly eaten together in Thirteen. There was always the constant fear of dying in the Hunger Games, or him getting discovered at my house. This is the first time ever. So I'll try not to ruin it by thinking about departure. "It's so relaxing that I don't even feel like eating." I laugh. ~

"And yet...I'm so hungry that I have to." I laugh. ~

"Because we might not get dinner, right? I'm gonna want some dinner..." ~

"They'll probably feed you in whatever vessel they're taking you away from me in..." ~

"Hovercraft, Peeta." I guess they'll feed me there...which means this really is my last meal with him for a while. "And don't say it like that! I won't let anyone take me from you." ~

"They kinda are. At least for a little bit." It's the longest I'll be without him since the torture. I don't want to tell him that, because we both know that I've had nightmares, and the only thing that's been able to calm me down is sleeping in his arms. But I'll have to work with the idea that he'll be back. Or at least try. ~

"I'll always be with you, though." He'll know that once he reads all of my letters. ~

"I know...doesn't mean I won't miss you like crazy." ~

"I'll miss you, too. But you gotta let go, alright? I know we need each other, but...then you'll just be even more excited when I come back." ~

"I'll never let go of you. Even if I have to physically, you'll always be the only thing in my heart." I look down at my tray. ~

"And you in mine." I lift his chin up to face me again. "Stop talking like I'm going to die, Peeta." ~

"I just...I'm sorry." Maybe I'm acting like this because, deep down, I'm afraid that something could happen to him. And I don't want anything left unsaid. ~

"There's no time for sorries, Peeta." I sigh. "I'll be fine. I can feel it deep inside of me." ~

"I know. I'm...just a worrier. You know me." I look up at him and smile. ~

"Don't worry about me...worry about yourself. Don't go insane while I'm gone." I laugh. "I love you too much to come home to you to see you hysterical and talking to yourself." ~

"I'll be far too busy for that." I laugh. "I'll have people to talk to...I won't go crazy. I swear. I just...the bed'll be way too cold and empty at night." ~

"I understand...just take a bunch of pillows and blankets and put them on my side of the bed. Then it won't be empty anymore! And blankets are always warm." ~

"Not the same kind of warm..." I sigh longingly, realizing I already had my last night with him. "The way you hold me, I feel like nothing can go wrong, your smell, hearing your heartbeat..." All things I loved about just being close to him. ~

"You listen to my heartbeat while I'm asleep?" He must do it to make sure I'm really here with him. And it's not some dream. ~

"...Yeah?" I answer, not completely knowing if he thinks that's odd or if he was just making sure he heard me correctly. ~

"That's...that's just really cute." It really is and I love it. "I don't know how you manage being this adorable all day, every day." ~

"It's not like I try." I whine. ~

"I know you don't. It's just...I like that you do that." ~

"Do what?" ~

"Listen to my heart when I'm asleep!" Dork. ~

"Oh. Well...it's just kind of where my head rests on your chest." Yes. Because I'm short. ~

"I see..." Because he's short. "But you like to listen...right?" ~

"I do...Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, it reminds me that...that everything's okay. And that you're right there with me. Real. Mine." ~

"That's nice, Peeta Bread." Smiling, I ruffle his hair. "You're sweet." ~

I huff. "I'm really gonna miss you." ~

"And I'm going to miss hearing that same sentence over and over." I laugh, taking some food for the both of us. Whatever the hell it is...I'll do with the roll. "I'll be back in bed with you soon enough...just hang in there." ~

"I swear, I will." I sigh, following him back to the table. "I guess it just hit me." ~

"It hit me multiple times this week. This morning, too. Hit me hard. But I'm confident, right? If we can make it through this, we can make it through anything." ~

"You're right." I bite my lip. "I just...wish it didn't have to happen at all." ~

"Not all wishes can come true." I sit down in my seat. "You just got lucky with me." ~

"I couldn't have wished you up. Not in my wildest dreams." ~

"Aww," I say, half-smiling. I really got lucky with this one. Of all people...him. We were meant to meet at the Hunger Games, definitely. Everything worked out perfectly...so why break the streak now? "And my mind can never create something so perfect." ~

"I'm far from perfect." I remind him. We all have our dark sides. ~

"But for me! For me, you're perfect. I don't care what anyone else says about you. You are per-fect. I won't let you settle for anything less!" ~

I just shake my head and smile at him, beginning to eat. How did my luck turn around so quickly? In 365 days, I'd gone from laying in bed alone on suicide watch to laying in bed with the love of my life. How? ~

"Don't shake your head at me!" I take a bite of the bread, intentionally avoiding the awkward slop of food on the plate that could potentially be potatoes. "Perfect. Say it. Say, 'I'm perfect.'" ~

"We said no more lies." I look up at him. ~

"I don't think it's a lie. I know it's not a lie." ~

"Well I think it is," I eat something green. "and I said I wouldn't lie to you." ~

"Please? For me?" I can't believe he's doing this again. "You know, if you were a little more cocky, like me, you wouldn't be so down on yourself. Why do you think I'm like this?" I take another bite. "I'm fucking perfect. That's why." ~

"Well, that's not being cocky," I bite again. "just being honest." I think he's perfect. ~

I groan. Extensively. "Come on Peeta. If you saw yourself how I do, you'd think so too. I just wish you would be able to see it that way." ~

"If I saw me the same way you did...it wouldn't be nearly as special." ~

"Yes it would," I say, "because then you'd finally understand why I love you. No more doubt. No more worrying." ~

"I will always worry." ~

I sigh and look down at my plate. "My mission in life isn't to be with you, or fuck you, or marry you...because I know those will happen. My mission in life is to make sure that you finally see yourself the way you should." ~

I look up at him. "..We'll see about that, then...won't we?" ~

"Oh, it will happen. If it's the last thing I ever do." ~

"I...I hope so." ~

"And you know what?" I ask. "If you were me, you'd definitely be able to see you the way you truly are. You know why?" ~

"...why?" ~

"Because I can see in color." ~

I laugh. "You know just what to say to make me smile." ~

"I know," I say, wiping food from his face. What a mess. "You being here makes me smile." ~

"Know that when you get back, I'll be waiting here with cake. If you ever miss me when you're gone." ~

"If I ever miss you? Pfft." I laugh. "I'll miss you the entire time I'm gone." ~

"Then you'll just have to think about me all the time." ~

"Won't have any trouble doing that." ~

"Stop, you're gonna make me all sad again." ~

"Why? We'll be thinking about each other, then." ~

"Because I've missed you over the last few days, but then I get you back at night. Then, I won't." ~

"I'll be back at night, if you let me...won't you have dreams about me?" Good ones, though. Not nightmares. ~

"I will...then I'll wake up and realize it isn't real. And I can't sleep all day...I have cakes to make, parties to plan and a rebellion to lead." I laugh. ~

"But when you wake up, you'll remember that I'm completely real even if I'm not with you physically. Just occupy yourself with all of that. I'll be back before you know it and we can live together forever. Just like we should." ~

"Just like we should." I smile. ~

"Good." I can't wait to get back. ~

A/N: Hooray, fluff that's relevant somehow in the future! ;) Review? xx