A/N: Point for me, for finally wrting this chapter. Enjoy.

I don't understand why he had to leave.

She told you he needed to go to his house

Yes. He is staying with me. But not "Officially" I mean keeps his clothes to my bedroom. But his things are in his house.
I shook my head and throw my bow and quiver in my house with my game bag nearby. I really want to just walk to his house.
Like right now!
'Hold your horses Katniss!' I say to myself and force my legs to walk upstairs. I throw my hunting clothes in the corner of my room with my boots nearby and get in the shower. I stand under the hot water for a while, clearing my head from everything. I take the soap and started cleaning myself from the blood of the animals. Fortunately this time I managed to get some game. Not much but it was good enough to give to the butcher.
When I started feeling the water getting cold I held the towel around me and get out of the shower. Quickly I dry myself out.
I walk to the drawer and stand there searching my clothes.
I don't really spend too much time on clothes.
But this time, I want to wear something nice. I take from the drawer a long sleeve, green dress that I haven't seen again.
I take the paper in hands and I start reading what was writing. The hand writing is familiar to me.

"Dear Katniss,
I made this dress for you. It was supposed to be for the victory tour. I am sorry I never had the chance to give it to you. Peeta said your favorite color was green and he insisted to still give it to you. I know you don't like dresses, but it's a gift from us.
Love, Cinna and Portia"

I stroke the soft fabric with my fingers.
It's beautiful.
Without second thought I wear the dress quickly and I wear my hunting boots. I braid my wet hair and walk fast downstairs.
I don't know why. But I am excited for seeing him.
I walk outside and walk to the house in front of mine.
I can hear laughter from inside and when I knock the door it instantly stops.

What the heck is going on in there?

After a few second of waiting a young woman covered in floor opens the door. I can feel the blood going faster through my veins but I relax when I realize who she is.
"Delly!" I say and smile. Her hair is in a high ponytail away from her white face. When I say white I mean floor. Floor everywhere.
"Katniss, I would have hugged you but your dress is so beautiful!" She says happy as always. I walk in deeper the house.
"What is going on here?" I ask and look around the house.
"Just Peeta and I… baking" she says and laughs a little. "Come in" Delly fast adds and lets me walk deeper in the house. She leads me to kitchen that supposed to have light grey walls, but now they are covered with floor.

How much "baking" they really did?

"Delly, are you coming? I promise not to attack!" Peeta's voice is heard from behind the counter. He has his back facing us but then he turns to face us.
"Katniss? Hey!" he says and waves.

Wow, he is really covered in floor.

His hair has a white color and his face too. The only other color he has in his face except white is his blue eyes.
"Hey. What are you doing here guys?" I ask and walk over the kitchen.
"Baking!" he says and shows me the oven.
I move fingers over his cheek and shows him the floor.
"Having fun of the floor fight?" I ask and I hear Delly giggle.
"Oh, yes. When we were younger we used to do that a lot." She says but Peeta's expression changes. "Well… we've stopped when his mother realized the missing floor and started hitting him" she says and sighs.
I move the back of my hand on his cheek. The white floor falls on the flour and some sticks on my hand.
"But now we can keep playing like the old time." Peeta says and smiles like nothing have been said.
How can he even do that?
"Yep!" Delly answers popping the letter 'p'. She gives Peeta the brightest smile I've ever seen. They have a really strong bond.
And I guess is stronger than mine and Gale's.
Delly returned in 12.
Gale didn't.
He was too angry to do that.

I shake my head. I don't need to think of that right now.

From the corner of my eye I can see Delly giving "a look" at Peeta.
What is that look?

"I think I will be going now…" She says and turns to leave.
"Wait, you won't help with the mess?" Peeta says annoyed but I am not really sure he says that because the kitchen is in a mess.
"You will do great alone, Peeta!" Delly says and I hear the door closing behind her.

He is having a shower and I am sitting on the sofa. I don't know what takes him so long? He must be having a shower… I don't know? An hour now?
It's afternoon. We have spent the whole morning and noon apart and he promised me a surprise.

I hate surprises!

How much I want to hold him against the wall and make him tell me everything. But he seems sure, I see it in his eyes, and he won't tell me.
Another minute passes…

I thought girls were doing long.

I remember how long Prim would do to get ready.
A faint smile comes to my lips but then it turns to a sad smile.

I miss her. I miss her so much.

I shake my head again.
What going on with me today?
I can't just recall the memory of the dead.

I jumped off the sofa and start walking upstairs. I need to find him and distract myself from remembering someone else.
I walk to his bedroom and open it quietly.
I can hear him talking to someone.

I walk closer but the only thing I see is his back. He is wearing a long sleeve, orange top and a pair of blue jean.

I can take a few words. But I can't really form a sentence of what he is saying.

I keep walking on my tiptoes and I walk closer to him.
He still hasn't notice that I am almost right behind him.

Now I can see who is talking to. Actually, what.
He is holding the tribute book. This is how we named the book we made. The book with all the dead people, friends and family.
Like paying tribute to them and their memory.

"I really want to do it the right way…" I hear him say. I feel like I overhear. Like those things are not something I should hear.
"I am afraid…" he keeps saying. I really can't hold myself from overhearing
"I know she would want you to be here right now. For the worst. I might hurt her and me…" Is he talking about me? I can't understand!
"I guess I am doing the right thing!" he says and closes the book. With fast moves I walk back to the door and act like I just walked in.
"Hey" I say and try to make my voice not be heard suspicious.
"K-katniss?" he asks and turns to face me fast. He looks surprised.
"Uhm.. Are we ready? I am getting hungry. When Sae and Haymitch are going to come?" I ask and hold my stomach acting hungry.
"T-they won't come…" He says and stands up. He looks nervous. "I wanted to go out with you…" he says with a low voice.

He is preparing something. B-but what? It must be really important and… He said it might be for the worst…
Now I feel me being nervous too.

We keep walking. We are really deep in the woods. A place where I haven't been. How does he know where to go?
We keep walking without talking,
I am scared to ask him why he wanted to talk to me in private. He has talked about a bunch of things in front of Haymitch and Sae.
"We are here" he simple says and we finally stop.
I didn't really paid attention on the journey to come here so I am not sure where we are. I just know this is a whole new place for me. Except something.
There is a lake.
A lake.
It's my father's lake.
He found it?
I can't keep myself from feeling a little annoyed. It was supposed to be mine and my father's lake.
But we aren't in the same place. We are deeper in the woods. I can see it because the trees here aren't so many. There aren't animals here. A few birds here and there. Even If there is still snow, because it's winter, the snow here isn't as thick like in the district.
My eyes trail to a small hut next to the lake.
It's not that old… Or maybe…-
"You built this?" I ask him and let go of his hand.
"Yes" He answers unsurely.
Wow, it really must be really important what he has to say.
But really? What a nineteen-year-old boy can tell me.
And why it affects me so much?

"Shall we?" he says and shows me the way to the hut.
Inside the hut there aren't many things. There is only two pillows next to the fire he lit. The fire is giving the place a warm orange color. As nervous I am this is beautiful.
I walk to the pillow and sit on it.
"That is interesting." I say and try to give him a small smile.
From when are we so awkward with each other?
Now I think about it…
It's from when the Maya thing happened.
This is no good!

He sits in the pillow besides me and he gives me a cheese bun.
"I thought you were hungry!" he tries to be funny. He fails.
We keep eating in silence. I can't understand the silence. But I don't like it. Silence never means good. It means I accept something quietly. What we accept right now? What is going on right now?
When we have eaten awkwardly take his hand in mine and that shocks him.
"Peeta. What is it?" I say worriedly. "You know, you can tell me everything. E-even if it will hurt me." I say. Was this what we accepted? That tonight I will be hurt?
"Let's go for a walk!" he says still holding my hand.
We walk. We walk along the lake.
Despite the tension between us, the lake brings me happy memories.
We might have been walking for a little while. I don't know how long but now we are in a small place without trees. Only flowers.
"I need to talk to you" he says. I don't respond. "ItissomethignimportantandIdonotknowhowtodoit!" he says so fast I don't catch any word.
"I wasn't sure how to do this Katniss…" he begins says slower than before. "It's really difficult for me. I will try to make as simple as I could. So yea…" he says and then turns to look at me in the eyes. I get lost in his gaze but I still can hear what he says. He is telling those words only for me. Me and only.
"Katniss. It's been so long. I won't keep searching the past. I won't stick into details. I wasn't sure about me-you. And If I could call this thing "us". I just needed to know how you felt. A-and you told me you love me. And the fact that you love me back now is… I can't find anything to say anymore. And then you were jealous of Maya and-" he keeps saying but I interrupt him with a kiss. Is this really our first kiss in almost a week?
He seems to relax because when he pulls away he gives me a nervous smile.
"I can't take this anymore Katniss! I know we are technically engaged but I wanted to do it the right way. You deserve more so…" he says and sits on the ground. For a moment I think he isn't alright. For a moment I think that was it. He is going to break me. But my eyes trail to his knee. The only part of his body that is touching the ground his hand still holding mine and then…
"Will you… Will you marry me?"

My eyes have widened. My mouth is wide open. My face might look shocked, surprised, but I feel the most relief in my whole life. For a moment It thought he was going to tell me he doesn't love me. But instead he…
And then I feel something striking me with a lightning volt.
He is asking me to marry him.
He just proposed!
For real this time.
He wants to marry me. And he is waiting for an answer.
"I-i-i…" I try to ay. He looks hurt. He thinks I said no.
He is about to stand up but I push myself against him. He falls on the light snow and I press my lips against his. Why I can't answer?
I feel something poking on my sides. I feel his hand trialing between our bodies and then the poking isn't there. When I pull away he shows me. He shows me a small black box. He is about to open it but his hands are trembling in a funny way. The box falls from his hands and he lets out a groan in embarrassment. We get up from the snow and I see where the box has landed. It's in front of a flower.
A rose. No, no. An Evening Primrose.
He bends down and takes the box while cutting the primrose. We opens the bos and shows me the ring.
It has a single pearl on top of it.
This is not any pearl.
It's Peeta's Pearl. The pearl from the arena.
And behind I can see a words glowing.
'Always'
He takes my hand and slides the ring to my finger.
It's simple and beautiful.
Then he takes the primrose and places it on my ear.
I feel happy. I feel home.
I have my father's lake.
I have my sister's flower.
And I have the boy I will spend the rest of my life with.
Why life is so good to me?
What is going to do to ruin it?

But I look into his eyes while he presses the back of my hand to his lips and then he pulls me closer to him. holding me by the waist. And an unexpected confidence runs through me.
Maybe… Maybe nothing will happen.
Maybe for the first time. I can be really happy.

"You will marry me. Real or not real?" he whispers to me when we are home, laying next to each other under the sheets. He has his body flash against mine. Feeling his hot breath against my neck sends another volt of electricity to my body.
"Real" I answer and smile before pressing my lips against his for millionth time today.

A/N: Oh-kay. I got out of timetable. My laptop was grounded for the weekend. -_-
Write in the comments below what you want to happen next and you might change the plot. ;)
Peace and may the odds be ever in your favor!
^Gilr in Darkness^