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Her voice. It's what has brought me back so many times, it's saved me and brought me back to her. So I can't fathom why they thought it would be smart to use it in my hijacking. Every time I heard her singing, I was able to fight off the poison a little bit. Maybe it's because it's when I first noticed her, when I first fell under her spell. She can make the birds stop and the world fall silent around her. I dreamed of one of my sessions last night, when they would make me watch videos of her and Gale. That was probably the worst torture of all. I could take the beatings and the knives and the shocks but videos of Katniss left me sobbing like a baby. I started to thrash around on the table, begging for them to let me go so I could find her and kill her.
And then she started to sing. And I relaxed and remembered where I was. In our home. In her arms. The only place I can find real comfort and the true sense of home. She calmed me down after my nightmare and lay in my arms all night afterwards.
Now I feel her waking and I don't want this peace to end. I feel her kiss me and lean back. My arms reach out and grasp her tighter, telling her without words to stay with me. I'm surprised when I feel her settle back down on my arm and rest her head under my chin. I sigh deeply, thankful that for the moment at least, I don't have to let her go.
We sleep for another hour or so and I groan when I glance at the clock. I untangle myself from Katniss's embrace and kiss her softly, as she did with me a few hours ago. I reach for my prosthetic and clasp it on before moving to the closet. When I come back out, fully dressed, I see her sitting up in bed, clutching the blankets around her slender frame.
"That's not fair," she says softly. "When I woke up and tried to leave, you wouldn't let me. Now I have to let you leave?"
"Sorry love, but I really need to get to the Bakery to make sure everything's ready." She slips out of bed and I suck in a breath when I see she's wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear. Damn it. I avert my eyes and she huffs but she grabs a robe and slips it on.
"Better?" I turn to her and grin at her scowl.
"Better suited to let me leave without a cloudy brain, yes." She crosses her arms and I yank her towards me, swooping down for a kiss. But she turns her head and I'm met with her cheek instead.
"Nuh uh. You don't want any distractions today," she bites.
"Katniss, you're a distraction without even trying," I tease as I try again for a kiss. But she slides out of my grasp and shoves her pointer finger into my chest.
"Nope, you wanted to go to the Bakery early. So go on. I'll go into the woods and check the snares." She moves around me to dress and I watch her carefully. Katniss is a difficult one to figure out. She gets offended easily and more often than not, I upset her when I tease. And her scowl is enough to tell me she's serious. So I push the teasing aside and yank her towards me. Before she can stop me, I capture her lips with mine and wrap my arms around her waist. She doesn't move for a moment but then I feel her mouth responding. I break it quickly, not wanting her to think I'm just doing this to get her back into bed. I press my forehead to hers and gaze into her eyes.
"I love you, Katniss. I'm always thinking of you, whether you're in the same room with me or not." She relents and slumps forward.
"Damn you," she whispers and I can't help but smile as I lean in for another kiss. We keep it brief and when we break apart, she hits my arm gently. I grin and finish getting ready, feeling 100% better now that I don't have to leave with her irritated with me. We walk downstairs together and she retrieves her game bag and bow. I pull out a loaf of honey wheat bread and slice a few pieces for the both of us.
"You ready?" she asks, her hands resting on my waist. I sigh and pop the rest of the bread into my mouth before I answer.
"I think so. It's just last minute preparations but I really wish it wasn't going to be televised." Her face darkens and I immediately bite my tongue. Plutarch had heard from Haymitch about the Bakery reopening and called to ask me if he could televise it all over Panem. Katniss was furious and I was more than nervous but I agreed to allow him to send out a camera crew tomorrow.
"For my dad, Katniss," I had tried to make her understand. "I feel like I owe this to him. To my family. The Bakery needs to live on and I think this will really help get us business."
"I get that, Peeta," she had said impatiently. "But there's so many people who just want see the Victor, not the Baker. They don't care about the family name, it's just seeing you in the spotlight again!"
I know she's afraid it will cause me to go back into a flashback. I've asked her a thousand times to be there with me tomorrow, for one of the most important days of my life, but I don't know if she will come now that there will be cameras. I can't say I really blame her…she was always uncomfortable in front of the cameras and it was common knowledge that she didn't really know what to say most of the time. But I've already agreed to it and if I can get a lot of business for the bakery out of it, I don't care why people are doing it. I reach up and stroke her cheek and she takes my hand in hers.
"I really want you there, Katniss," I say softly. "I need you there."
"I know, Peeta. I just…I'll try, ok? I will try." I guess that's all I can ask. Though I feel like her support should outweigh her fear of the spotlight but I don't say anything. She's been helping me at the Bakery when she can and her support and her faith in me as been unyielding. I'm lucky, I realize. I lean down to kiss her once more before we walk to the door and head toward town. She kisses my cheek before she slips off toward the meadow and I continue on toward Merchant Circle.
As I finish the morning meeting, I look up to see Haymitch walking through the door. I nod to my employees and they go into the back to make sure everything is working properly. Haymitch is carrying something under his arm and he nods to me when he approaches.
"How's it going, Haymitch?"
"Where's sweetheart today?"
"She went to the woods to get us some dinner." He raises a brow.
"She going to be here with you tomorrow?" My heart starts to speed up. Haymitch knows us way too well.
"Yeah, I think so. I don't know why she wouldn't."
"I can think of several reasons why she wouldn't, kid," he says quietly. I tense up and try to shrug it off.
"Katniss does what she wants to. She knows how much I want her here but if she truly doesn't feel comfortable, I won't force her to come to the grand opening." He snorts and my brow shoots into my hair.
"Boy have you got it bad."
"What's that supposed to mean," I say heatedly. He's laughing at me. He's fucking laughing at me!
"You are too pussy-whipped for your own good."
"Haymitch!" I blush bright red at his words and look around to make sure my employees haven't heard him. This just causes him to laugh even harder.
"Look kid, I expect to be passed out in the morning so I wanted to come by and give you this." He hands me a long piece of wood and I frown.
"What-" but I stop, taking a closer look at the wood. It's a sign.
Mellark Bakery. Printed in old white letters, with pieces of the wood charred. My hands tighten around the sign and I look up at him, my vision going a bit blurry. He nods and he looks serious. Sympathetic even.
"Thom brought that to me when they started to clean up the site. He didn't know if… he should give it to you but I wanted you to have it. Seems like it may make opening day a little easier." How the hell should this make it easier, I want to scream at him. This sign was hand-painted by my great-great grandfather and passed down to my father. It had always hung in front of the bakery and just seeing it brings back my dad's words. How he told me they had always been bakers, and how much love and tenderness goes into baking. How gentle we Mellarks must be, to shape the dough with our strong hands. I feel myself shaking and Haymitch claps my shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Peeta. I just wanted you to-"
"I know," I cut him off shakily. "Thanks Haymitch. I…it means a lot." He nods and straightens up.
"Have fun tomorrow. I'll try to stop by later in the week." And with that, he's gone. I stare at the sign in my shaking hands until I finally have the strength to move.
As I work, I keep looking back at the sign and an idea comes to me. The more I think about it, the more excited I get. I call Thom and ask him to meet me at the Bakery before we close. He does and I'm lucky that he brings all his building stuff with him. I quickly explain my plan and he immediately goes to work.
I stay at the bakery much later than I intended, working on my surprise. When I glance at the clock, I gasp and bite my lip. Katniss will be worried. And furious. I quickly grab the phone to dial home but of course there's no answer. Katniss hates that phone. And only uses it to call Aurelius. Sighing, I gather my things and lock up, hurrying towards Victor's Village.
The light in the kitchen is on and I find Katniss asleep at the table. The Memory Book is spread open under her hands and I suck in a breath when I see what page she's on. She's written about my brothers. I didn't think she even knew their names. But there on the page next to my parents, are Ryean and Bialystok. I pull the book towards me and read what she's written.
Though I didn't know them well, I know Peeta's brothers were kind like he is. I remember one day when Prim and I were young, my father took us to the bakery and I accidentally bumped into Ryean. He quickly apologized and grabbed a tray of pastries for us to choose from. When my father tried to pay for them, Mr. Mellark waved his hand and said it was on the house.
I suck in a breath. Why don't I remember that? I can probably count the times that Katniss came into the bakery on one hand but I don't remember that time. I guess I had been in the back, working.
Another day after my father had passed, I went to the bakery to trade with Mr. Mellark. Ryean said he was out but that I could come back later. He snuck two cookies into my bag and put a finger to his lips. I gave them both to Prim.
My heart is aching for my brother. Ryean and I were closer in age and he understood me better than Bialy had; Bialy was a lot like Mom and we didn't always get along. I quickly wipe at my eyes and continue to read.
Once, I went to the school wrestling match, where Peeta was competing for the championship. I wasn't surprised in the slightest when he won and I continued to watch him from afar. As did many other girls. Right after my father died, a bunch of Merchant girls were taunting me outside. One of them knocked my books out of my hands and pushed me down. Prim tried to fight back but I was afraid that the girls would go after her too. Bialystok rushed forward and helped me up and snapped at the girls to clear off. He picked up my books and smiled at me, telling me he was sorry about our father and asked if I was ok. I know he was probably looking out for me because of Peeta but I was still grateful for it.
I glance at Katniss's sleeping form and my lips tighten. My family all knew how I felt about her. My mother was the one who was the worst about it but my father and my brothers supported our union. If only they could see me now. See us now. See what we have become.
I close the book and blink back tears. I gently gather Katniss in my arms and carry her up to our bedroom. Good thing she's already dressed for bed because I'm so exhausted I can barely undress. I toss off my shirt and pants and decide that my underwear will do for tonight. Sliding under the sheets, I pull her into my arms and quickly find sleep. My eyes snap open as I remember her words from the book.
I continued to watch him from afar.
Maybe without the Games, Katniss and I would not have been so doomed after all…
Thankfully, I wake up naturally. I realize I was an idiot and forgot to set an alarm but the sun is barely up so I'm lucky. I look to my side and see Katniss is already gone. My heart falls a little, knowing she won't be there for my important day. I know I told her it was alright if she didn't come but that's a lie. I want the most important person in my life to be there by my side. And I wish she understood that.
Sighing, I make my way to the bathroom and shower as quickly as I can. When I feel I look presentable I make my way down the stairs and freeze in my tracks.
Katniss is standing in our kitchen, brewing tea, and she looks…completely stunning. She's dressed in a long, flowy dress of my favorite shade of orange. Her hair is dark waves on her back and at her neck, I see the locket that I gave her in the Quell. My heart stops beating for a moment. She turns and smiles when she sees me, abandoning the tea and rushing into my arms. I bury my face in her hair, inhaling her scent to make sure she is real. That she's not some perfect vision my mind just made up.
God. She's real. And she's all mine.
I kiss the top of her head and she goes back to the boiling water.
"Tea?"
"Uh, yeah. Thanks. You look…you're so beautiful," I manage to get out. She blushes but looks pleased.
"Thank you. I thought I should look nice if I'm going to be standing beside you on camera." My jaw drops and my heart starts hammering against my chest.
"You…you mean it?" She leans up to kiss me and my arms wrap around her.
"I'll be right there if you need me," she says quietly as she passes me the mug. I simply stare at her over the rim of my cup as I drink my tea in silence. My eyes go to the locket at her throat and she glances down then back at me. Without a word, she opens the locket and my hands start to shake. The pictures of Mrs. Everdeen and Prim are still there, untouched, but in the middle where Gale's portrait used to be is a picture of a younger me. I suck in a breath and she smiles.
"Where…where did you get that?"
"In one of your drawers. I hope you're not mad," she adds and I pull her to me so quickly we both nearly stumble. But she accepts my passionate kisses and she lays a hand on my cheek. I close the locket and she goes back to her tea.
When she puts her cup down and takes my arm, I know we are ready. Not only is this a big day for me, but a big day for us. I feel like this is a wonderful tribute to my family but it's also recognizing that Katniss IS my family now. Whether in name or not, she's the person I'll share the rest of my life with and I couldn't have done this without her. As we reach the road, the sun comes up over the trees and she gasps a little.
"Peeta, isn't it beautiful?" I glance over at her and smile at her delight.
"It's perfect, Katniss. Everything is perfect." She looks at me and I know she understands. We kiss for a moment before we continue on our way.
There is a line that leads into Merchant Circle when we arrive. I gasp and pull Katniss to the back of the bakery so we can let ourselves in without being seen. I lean against the door, panting and feel her hand on my face.
"Peeta." I turn to look at her and she takes my face in her hands. "This is for your father. For your family. I am so proud of you. So incredibly proud to call you mine." My cheeks warm at her words and I lean in for a kiss. It gives me the strength to keep going and I straighten up and grab my apron from the door.
"Alright, we'd better get started. Oh, there's Delly and Riley. Can you let them in, Katniss?" She goes to open the door and my two friends walk in and embrace Katniss before coming over to embrace me. Just behind them, two more of my employees, Cora and her fiancé, Dane, enter the bakery. I was reluctant to hire them together, as I don't want any personal feelings to interfere with their work but they make a wonderful team and really know their stuff. I had given them a few test products to make and was amazed at the result by them working together. I smile and shake hands with both of them, then introduce them to Katniss. Cora is gushing.
"My goodness, it's such an honor to meet you, Miss Everdeen," she says excitedly while wringing Katniss's hand. I turn away to hide my smile as Katniss stammers a thank you.
"Alright everyone, let's get started! We have one hour before we open the doors!"
That hour flies by and I'm feeling more and more terrified as the clock keeps ticking. I keep glancing at it and suddenly feel a sense of dread, as I remember another ticking clock that haunts me. Katniss knows. Her hands rest on my waist and she leans in close to whisper in my ear.
"Don't think about that, Peeta. You are re-opening your family's bakery in a few minutes! You did it, my love. You have come so far and no one could possibly understand what you have overcome to be here today." I'm about to respond when Delly calls me from the front. I squeeze Katniss's hand and run to see what she needs. Since Delly worked in her family's shoe store, she is quite familiar with keeping books as well as a register. So I ask her to teach Katniss how to work the register while I stock the shelves with pastries and fresh bread.
At five minutes til, Cora straightens up and glances at the clock.
"I think you should be the one to open the doors, Peeta. You should be the first one they see." The others nod their agreement and I swallow. I start toward the door but turn back to Katniss and hold out my hand.
"Together?"
"Together," she says softly as she takes my hand. Behind us, Cora sniffles.
Keeping one hand entwined with Katniss's, I push open the doors and the crowd goes completely wild. I gulp as I step outside on the porch and survey the crowd. People I know, neighbors I have grown up with, faces I remember and faces I have never seen. They are all here. I hold up my arms and it falls silent.
"Friends! Neighbors! Citizens of freed Panem. I welcome you to District 12 and thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming out this morning. Years ago, this bakery was founded by Peter Mellark, my great-great grandfather. The Mellark Bakery served the district for many years, serving up delicious baked goods and fresh bread. I was frosting cookies before I learned to walk," there are several titters from the crowd and I smile. "My father was a wonderful man, who put so much love into whatever he created. When he handed you your cake, he had a smile for you too. I never saw him without one. I was always known as the baker's son and that's exactly what I am. After the War…I didn't think I would ever have the strength to even come to this place," I pause and swallow the tears that threaten to emerge. Katniss squeezes my hand and I find comfort and warmth. "But it's you who gave me the courage. I watched my neighbors rebuild the district and I watched as we all grew and healed. And I would be nothing without this perfect woman by my side," I gesture towards Katniss and she goes pink but she does not let go of my hand. "I drew strength and courage from her and she gave me the determination to go on. She supported me from the moment I mentioned that I wanted to preserve my father's legacy. She has been unyieldingly patient and encouraging throughout this process and we have grown closer than ever. I am beyond honored to call her my family," I bring her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles and hear an echo of 'aww's around the group. "Without my family, I would be nothing. And this bakery would never have been rebuilt. So it is my honor and privilege to welcome you to Mellark Family Bakery!" The crowd goes wild again and I see Katniss looking at me, shocked. I grin at her and turn to pick up the sign that was drying by the wall.
"Will you help me do the honors?" I ask her. She smiles and reaches up a shaking hand to help me hang the new sign. When it is secured and we've stepped away, I swear the applause is so thunderous that it rivals the applause we received at the Tribute Parade. I prop the doors open and welcome them all in.
As they pass, people pat my shoulder, they give me hugs or words of praise, they shake mine and Katniss's hands, they tell me with tear-filled eyes how happy they are to see us so happy. I don't let go of Katniss's hand the whole time. As people go in and out of the bakery, I pull her aside and wrap my arms around her waist. She is staring up at the new sign and I grin.
"What do you think?"
"When did you do this?"
"Last night. Haymitch gave me the original sign, which I put in a glass case inside. But I meant what I said. You're my family so it's right that it's called Mellark Family Bakery."
"You renamed the bakery? For me?" She sounds so shocked that I turn her towards me and push her hair out of her eyes before leaning in to kiss her.
"You are everything to me, Katniss," I whisper. She kisses me and turns back to the sign, looking awe-struck. Together we stare up at the brand new sign that reads "Mellark Family Bakery", painted in white letters against a green background. Below it, is a small icon of bread toasting over a roaring fire. Katniss leans against me and I kiss her cheek.
"The girl on fire," I whisper in her ear. "And the Baker's boy."
"Boy with the bread," I hear her say softly.
"What?"
"The Boy with the Bread. That's what I always used to call you. Even when we were younger…you were always the boy with the bread to me. It seemed fitting, since you saved my life with bread." I let out a little 'hm' against her cheek as I hold her flush against me, resting my chin on her shoulder. I decide I like it. My nickname from her. I guess there could be much worse nicknames. I smile and drape my arm around her.
"The boy with the bread and the girl on fire. Together, a force to be reckoned with."
I can't believe by noon we are completely out of stock! I hurry to the back to bake more and Cora is pulling out a fresh batch of strawberry muffins. I sigh and lean against the door, taking a moment to wipe the sweat from my brow. I feel a small hand on my arm and whirl around in panic.
"Easy," she says soothingly and I waste no time in pulling her in for a hug. I sigh as I hold her, as her smell brings me back home. Nearly every customer has told me my father would be proud of me. Or how they loved to see me here working with my brothers. Or how fondly they remember my family. Every. Single. One.
Katniss's hands make soothing patterns on my back as she holds me close.
"You're doing so great," she says softly. "I'm so proud of you."
"Peeta! A customer is asking for you," Delly calls. I groan and close my eyes and Katniss takes my face in her hands and kisses me softly.
"Get back out there and be as amazing as usual." I turn and feel her lightly slap my ass. I shoot her a scandalized look over my shoulder and quickly look around to make sure no one else saw but thankfully everyone else is busy. Katniss shoots me a wink before going over to check on the ovens.
When I come out of the kitchens, I stop at the sight of Haymitch, grinning at me from the counter.
"What happened to being passed out?"
"Decided there were more important things to do," he says with a shrug. "Seriously kid, I have never been prouder to say I was someone's mentor. Look at this place! You've done your family and your district proud." I feel myself flush under his praise and mumble a thanks.
"Is sweetheart back there with you?" I nod and he chuckles.
"Never thought I'd see her actually working in a place like this. How about those chocolate muffins? You out of them?"
"A new batch is coming right up, if you'd like to wait," I gesture toward the little sitting area I fashioned with bistro-style tables and chairs. He looks impressed and has a seat and I turn to the next customer. Katniss comes out the door with two trays of assorted muffins and pastries and starts restocking the shelves.
"Haymitch," she calls, surprised, when she spots him. "I didn't think you would make it."
"Didn't think you would either."
"I wouldn't miss this," she says softly as she gives my hand a squeeze. The warmth in my cheeks makes the room much too hot and Haymitch is smirking at me. I clear my throat and move on to the next customers.
At a quarter to six, Katniss is wiping down the tables and countertops and Riley is in the back washing dishes. Dane and Cora are putting everything away and I am feeling a massive migraine coming on. But I also feel accomplished. Proud. I glance at my family's sign behind the glass and I smile. I feel arms wrap around my waist and I cover those hands with my own.
"I couldn't have done any of this without you," I whisper without even turning to her. Her grasp tightens.
"I know I've said it a lot today but I just can't tell you how proud I am of you, Peeta. I love you. So much." I close my eyes at her words and turn into her arms. Her pretty dress is covered with flour and she has frosting smeared on her cheeks. Her hair has become a tangled mess so that she finally just braided it on the side sometime this afternoon. She looks tired and flushed and I can tell her feet are aching. I pick her up in my arms, despite her adorable little squeal, and give her a quick kiss. But the way she wraps her fingers in my hair and pulls slightly makes me deepen the kiss and I don't ever want to let go. I hear a tentative 'ahem' behind me and I nearly drop her. I turn to glance at Delly, who's blushing but smiling.
"Sorry to interrupt. I just need your signature on these Peeta before we close up." I lower Katniss to the floor and take the pen from Delly.
"Thanks Delly for all of your help. Really, you've been great."
"Oh it's no trouble at all," she says, going pinker.
"We wouldn't have made it through today without you, Delly," Katniss says warmly. I can tell Delly is shocked. Katniss still manages to surprise us all. Delly squeezes Katniss's hand and smiles.
"It's truly my pleasure, Katniss. I watched Peeta grow up in the bakery and am so happy to see him return to it. I'm happy to see you both here, together." Katniss nods and leans in to me and I wrap my arm around her waist.
"Anything else you need done, sir?" Riley asks as he comes out of the kitchen.
"No Riley, thank you so much. And please, I told you, you don't have to call me sir. It's just Peeta."
"Yes Mr.…Peeta," he says uncertainly. I sigh and shake my head. Riley came from 13 and was eager to learn to work in a bakery. I was hesitant to take him on, afraid I would be teaching him everything but it turns out, he is a fast learner. And he did wonderfully today. I know I will need to hire a few more people but I can deal with that another day. I quickly hug and shake hands with my employees and thank them again. When they're gone, I close and lock the door and turn back to Katniss. She sighs and sinks into a chair.
"I definitely don't have what it takes to run a business. I'm completely wiped."
"You were amazing today," I say softly, taking her hand. "Seriously, I would have been lost without you here."
"Oh shush," she scolds but I can tell she's pleased by the pink flush in her cheeks. I grin and pull her toward the back of the bakery.
"Where-?"
"I want to show you my office."
She follows me to the back and I push the door open and let her walk past me. She enters, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide.
"The walls were too…white," I explain.
And they were. I remember how I shivered when they first showed me the space and I decided immediately I had to paint it. The white walls reminded me of the pristine rooms in the Capitol, before they began the real torture. So I had requested bright colors and spent several days locked inside this room.
On one wall is a beautiful sunset painted with oranges and reds and pinks. Along with the sunset, I've painted two hands, representing our hands in the Quell, when I presented her with the pearl. On another wall I painted one of my memories from when we were younger. Katniss had brought Prim to look at the cakes in the windows and I had pressed myself against the wall, trying to catch a glimpse of my love. The girls were smiling and looked happy while I looked on longingly. It's one of the few times I saw her smile when we were young.
The last one is of Katniss holding me while the sunlight beats down on us. I don't know if it was from the Games or the rooftop of the training center or just a day at home, spent in her arms. But it's my favorite because the look on her face is one of peace and contentment. My eyes are squeezed shut in the painting and I have a smile on my face, much like the one that Katniss always puts there. From this painting, you can't tell I was hijacked. You can't tell I once tried to hurt her, that I almost took her life. You can't tell that we have been through hell, except from the scars that adorn our skin. It just looks like two people, a boy and a girl, in love.
Katniss is gazing up at the paintings and I watch her warily. When she doesn't say anything, I gently touch her shoulder and she jumps. When she turns to me, tears are streaming down her cheeks.
"Oh Katniss, I'm sorry," I say quickly as I pull her close to my chest. She shakes her head.
"No, it's- they're beautiful." She looks up at me and takes my face in her hands. She trails her fingertip down my cheek and swipes across my lips. "You're beautiful. You are so good, Peeta. Everything that is good and wonderful in my life. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that. I'm sorry it took me forever to realize that I would die without you."
"Hey, hey," I try to soothe her and hold her again but she just seems to want to stare at me and hold my face. So I let her. I stare into her eyes and see them searching mine. For what, I'm not sure but I hope she can see the love blazing through.
"I love you, Peeta. I will always love you." And with that, she surges forward and presses her lips to mine. I'm so taken aback that I stumble and am pushed against the wall. But I recover quickly. I have her out of her dress in record time and am setting her on my desk. She gasps when I press against her, letting her feel how aroused I am and I give her a sly wink.
"I think we should probably christen this office with lots of pleasant memories," I say in a low voice that makes her smile broaden.