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Fated To Love

Part Two, Part Sixteen

Kissing Peeta was like nothing else.

It was that first drop of cool water against your tongue on a hot, summer day. After that little bit, you needed more. This kiss, interwoven with rough and gentle swatches from Peeta's lips, was essential for Katniss' survival.

Her hand moved up the nape of his neck before her fingers found their place at the back of his head. Her body crowed in triumph when she tugged on those soft locks, causing that hungry groan to escape Peeta's mouth. She was the reason for those delicious, little sounds that were causing him to react—that were causing Peeta to tease his fingers along the curves of her body, and causing any coherent thought to leave her mind.

"Please, Katniss…" His mouth begged against her ear, nipping at her soft lobe. "…allow it."

She did not know what he was talking about until his smooth palm began its slow, torturous journey up the outside of her thigh. And, she could feel him hard against her center.

It had been the first time in a long time since Katniss felt that pulse between her thighs.

Then his hand was in-between, moving in smooth eagerness, and she arched at the thought of sinking onto his long digits. It had been too long.

The sudden, jarring ring of a cellphone brought them both roaring back to reality.

"That's me," Peeta groaned before pulling the phone from his pocket to find out who was calling. "It's Johanna."

Katniss nodded, grasping for words from where she lay below him, and nodded, "You should answer."

He nodded back, but not before pressing one more deep kiss to her mouth.

Pulling away, Peeta pressed his forehead to hers, a plea in those blue eyes.

"Please don't tell me you regret this."

Katniss reached for him, her thumb grazing his chin, and smiled.

"I don't."

Three Weeks Later…

"Somebody, just shoot me now," Johanna groaned as she looked at herself in the three-way mirror. "This dress is ridiculous on me." She turned, cupping her chest through the blush chiffon, and examined herself once more. "On the other hand, my boobs look great."

"That's what I love about you, Johanna," Katniss said to her as she emerged from the fitting room in a similarly colored dress. "You always see the good side of things." She joined her friend, smiling as Johanna tenderly caressed the bump through the long skirt. The dress was an empire-style with a sweetheart bodice. "You look lovely! Very Mother Nature and all."

"And, you look like Artemis with your Grecian gown—you're just missing the bow and arrows," Johanna replied. The woman sat down on the couch of the bridal boutique, letting out a shallow breath. "Oh boy, no one ever tells you having a baby takes all the energy out of you."

Katniss joined her. "I remember how that felt. I was always hungry…and horny. And, I was beginning to feel Toad. He was just becoming real at that point."

She stopped, trying to steady the painful tremble of memories invading her mind.

Johanna took her hand, weaving their fingers together. "I'm sorry. This is so not easy on you or Peeta." She smiled quietly at Katniss, her eyes watering. "Would it help if I told you that I couldn't do this without either of you? Me and baby…we want to say thank you."

"It's my pleasure," Katniss told her sincerely.

Johanna suddenly shifted, her hand going to the side of her swell. "What the hell was that?"

Katniss put her hand to the same spot, feeling the familiar rumble and she turned to her friend grinning.

"That's the baby kicking," she explained to Johanna.

Katniss' heart ached, remembering those beginning flutters of Toad's awakening. However, she was happy for Johanna, whose trepidation and wonderment of motherhood was something that she could relate to.

"This is weird," Johanna responded, a softness in her eyes. "Like I could feel the baby becoming a person—a person who hates pickles, because I just ate a whole jar before coming here."

Katniss laughed. "The cravings can be the worst and the best part of pregnancy."

"I say it's the horniness," Johanna retorted. "I almost came two days ago during a very bumpy car ride."

"Couldn't…the father…help with that?" Katniss asked suddenly.

She knew full well that Johanna wouldn't admit anything just yet, but denial was her friend's best ally right now. If it helped her deal with her impending motherhood, then who was Katniss to judge?

Her friend faltered at her question.

"He knows, but this wasn't part of our plans. So…I'm alright with doing this alone." Johanna suddenly stood up, her eyes looking anywhere but at Katniss. "I should get out of this dress since I need to pee again."

Katniss nodded in understanding; it was a subject that was not going to be discussed.

"I'll change and grab Prim's dress," she told Johanna.

With that, the two separated.

"Did I tell you that I'm eternally grateful that you were able to make time for this?" Katniss said as she and Peeta stood in the elevator, heading up towards Caesar's office. "Or, should I be thanking Rue for finding time in your busy schedule?"

Peeta wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to brush their lips together.

"Send her flowers or a fruit basket," he suggested with a smile. "As for me, I have several thoughts on how you can thank me."

Katniss encircled her arms around his neck. "Like what?"

"Like you invite me to be your date to Delly and Seneca's wedding," Peeta replied carefully.

"I assumed you were coming with me—" Katniss reasoned. "—as my plus one."

"I don't just assume anything," he responded off-handedly. "Things like that get me in trouble."

Katniss pressed a teasing kiss to his jaw and he groaned richly, much to her delight.

"Peeta, will you be my date to Delly and Seneca's wedding?"

"Yes." Peeta dipped her and she felt the delirious rush of glee—as well as the blood rushing to her head. "I accept."

"You two are just perfect!"

They looked up to see Caesar Flickerman clapping his hands in excitement from the open entrance of the elevator.

Quickly, Peeta placed Katniss back on her feet and straightened himself before holding his hand out to Caesar as they walked out onto steady ground.

"Mr. Flickerman, it's wonderful to meet you," he began. "I'm Peeta Mellark."

"Of course I know who you are, dear boy!" Caesar led the two into the inner offices of Flickerman Design. "Who doesn't know who you are in this town? However, I am much more interested in seeing—" He turned to Katniss who was responding to a text from Gale. "You…and you—" He looked back to Peeta. "Together."

"Well, here we are." Katniss went to Peeta's side, taking his hand. "Together."

Towards the back of the office was a large studio where a camera crew was setting up. Katniss tightened her grip on his hand. Over the last two weeks, she had gone over the advertising concept with Peeta as well as the contracts which his lawyers go over before they agreed to sign.

There they were, official on paper once more—her wide cursive and his loopy scrawl joined on a legally binding contract.

She had almost signed her name ending with Mellark.

Katniss didn't know if it was force of habit or wishful thinking.

"What do you think of the set?" Caesar asked.

She examined the backdrop which she had designed; a cartoonish version of Central Park with a bright cerulean sky and the Manhattan skyscrapers, drawn in thick black markets and colored in gouache paint. A green bench sat at the front of the drop where the dog trainers chatted, their pups asleep on their laps.

The first advertisement would be her and Peeta's "First Meeting"; they would be walking their dogs and get their dog leashes crossed together, a meet-cute that would set the tone for the ads.

"It's perfect." Katniss walked to the wardrobe, examining the first production of her bags. She picked up a green leather tote; the inked pink roses bursting towards the top of the bag with a gold crisscross overlay in the background. This collection was called 'At First Sight'. "These came out beautifully."

There were three more totes—black, brown, and white, respectively—each with different colored roses and background patterns.

"I have to agree." Peeta put an arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple gently. "I'm proud of you."

"It wasn't just me," she told him, their eyes meeting. "This was your idea, too."

"We create wonderful things together," he whispered in her ear.

Katniss knew immediately whom he was talking about.

"Body paint?" Delly pulled the metal canister from the gift bag, before rifling through it once more and pulling out a box with a picture of a candy G-string. "Edible underwear?"

Johanna sat back in her chair, her hands on her fuller belly—it seemed to be growing at a higher rate lately.

"Not like I'm going to use it anymore."

The bride-to-be placed the items back in the bag.

"Thanks Johanna…for giving me a very thorough view of your sex life."

It was two days to Seneca and Delly's wedding and Katniss had thrown an intimate tea party for Delly as well as Johanna and Prim at a local teahouse. The place was vintage-themed with doilies and flowery table cloths. A tier of tea sandwiches stood in the middle of the table as well as several tea pots and cups.

"Are you excited about the honeymoon?" Prim asked. "Enjoy it. It'll be a nice break after work and a baby."

Delly took a sip from her cup. "Tell me about it. I'm looking forward to not having to get out of bed."

Katniss chuckled. "Because of the sex or because of work?"

"Both, actually." Delly looked around the table. "Truth be told, I'm kind of hoping to try for another baby during our time alone."

"Sparrow isn't enough energy for you?" Katniss asked. "I'm a little nervous about having to watch him all by my lonesome for two weeks."

"Uh…dummy—that's why I told you to invite Peeta!" Delly responded with a laugh. "Play Mommy-Daddy so Seneca and I can get some 'Mommy-Daddy Time'."

"We haven't done any of that!" Katniss took a quick sip of her tea. "We just kissed for the first time a few weeks ago."

"It's all or nothing with you two," Johanna stated with a roll of her eyes. "You're either getting married or barely touching."

"We're just trying to find a happy medium," Katniss declared. She placed her hands on her lap. "And, it's scary, you know? This time is different for both of us. We're different people. In some ways, I think I'm afraid."

"Afraid of what, sis?" Prim asked, her arm going around Katniss' shoulders.

"Because it's like starting all over again." Katniss let out a slow breath before continuing, "We're not the same people we were four years ago. What if, in the end, we don't like the people that we have become?" She looked at each of the women in front of her. "I just want to enjoy my time with him, because I know how fast life can change in a second. It may turn out great or it could all break down. But, it's always in the back of my head that something can totally change us."

"Oh God, Katniss—you can't think like that," Johanna argued. "That's no way to live!"

"I agree that life can change in a second, but don't you think that Peeta will be there by your side when it does?" Delly asked.

"Honestly, I don't know." Katniss felt the sob rise in her throat. "Because the last time it did, we spectacularly fell apart."

"But like you said, you're both different people now," Prim offered. "If anything were to happen, maybe this time around you won't fall apart. Maybe you'll pull tighter together."

Katniss wiped her eyes, smiling at the three.

"When did this become a discussion about my love life? I thought this was a bridal shower!"

"What do you want me to talk about?" Delly asked. "Seneca's penis? I can. It's…" She stuck her hands up, palms facing one another as she began to move them apart. "about this b—"

"I did not need to know that," Katniss interrupted.

"Kudos, Delly," Prim said with a grin. "To have and to hold, right?"

"And, seriously—who knew that much dick was behind that suit?" Johanna added. "I'm going to be taking a look at his crotch area during the wedding."

Delly looked to Katniss. "Would you like me to continue with the sex talk? Or, maybe Prim can go next?"

"Alright, alright!" She put her hands up in surrender. "I will definitely try to not worry, okay? I'll just go with the flow when it comes to Peeta."

Prim pulled her close. "You know we're going to hold you to that, right?"

And suddenly, Katniss was nervous for much different reasons.

'I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you alright?'

Peeta looked at the message that Katniss had sent to Mamie as he sat in the lonely room. This was going too far and he knew it. His eyes went to Toad's painting against the back wall of the nursery. He kept the room locked lest one of the staff come in and discover his secret.

Should he answer her?

Peeta knew that Mamie was important to Katniss and if her texts were to go unanswered, he knew that she would investigate.

Quickly, he made his decision.

'I'm very sorry. It's taken a little long to recover. The perils of old age.'

'Please take care of yourself. I just wanted to check in because I will be busy for the next few weeks. I'm babysitting while my friends are on their honeymoon and will be busy taking care of their son.'

'Don't worry about me. I will be right here.'

His gaze went to Toad once more.

"Hey kid. I know that I'm totally messing up and I know she'll hate me after, but I want to have every moment I can with your mother until that happens. Is that so wrong?"

The painting didn't reply, but Peeta already knew its answer.

"I need tape!" Prim exclaimed as she rushed out of the hotel suite bathroom in her bridesmaid dress. "I must have lost my boobs because they are not even filling this top!"

"I guess I found them," Johanna responded as she looked at herself in the mirror. She placed her delicate bouquet atop her full chest. "Maybe I won't even have to hold it while I'm walking down the aisle."

"Katniss?" Delly turned around from where she sat in front of the vanity finishing her makeup.

"I'm right here, sweetie!" Katniss walked into the room, already dressed and prepped in her bridesmaid gown, her enhanced waves resting dramatically along her shoulders. "You ready to put on your dress?"

Delly nodded, her blue eyes panicked. "Do I look alright?"

Katniss went to her friend and smiled. "You look perfect."

The bride's hair was down, curled glamorously and pinned to one side with a blue-gemmed clip—her something blue from her husband-to-be. Delly's makeup was simple, emphasizing her doe-like eyes and her full pink lips. She stood before Katniss in her silk robe, her smile nervous.

Delly embraced her. "Thank you, Katniss." Her eyes filled. "For everything. I don't think that Seneca and I would have ever gotten together if it hadn't been for you and Peeta."

"Of course you would have," Katniss assured her. "Eventually." Delly giggled. "I mean, Seneca could be a little dense at times, but he would've come around and saw what a catch you were."

"Then, you sped up the process," Delly replied. "Now I have Seneca and Sparrow and I couldn't be happier." She looked to Katniss. "I want the same for you."

Her breath hitched at her friend's words. There it was, that long-buried wish inside her slowly recovering heart.

She, too, wanted the husband and child—as it had been before.

But, Toad was gone.

However, Katniss knew that she and Peeta were on the path to…something. She just wasn't sure where things would be heading just yet.

"Me, too," Katniss finally agreed. She cleared her throat before giving her friend a smile. "Let's get that dress on."

Together with the help of Johanna and Prim, they slipped the dress on Delly. Johanna went to work, buttoning the delicate pearl buttons along the back of the couture gown as Prim went on her knees and helped Delly slip on her cream open-toed kitten heels.

Katniss helped place the mantilla veil along Delly's hair, the delicate sheerness displaying Seneca's present.

"You ready to see yourself?" Katniss asked as Johanna finished the last of the buttons and Prim buckled both of Delly's shoes.

They all walked to the mirror so Delly could see herself for the first time.

The bride turned silent; her hands moving along the delicate cloth she wore and her eyes staring at the reflection in the mirror.

"Whoa." Delly grinned. "That's me."

"It's you," Prim agreed, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Welcome to the club, babe."

"You totally make me want to get married," Johanna told her. "I mean, after popping this little bubble out of me."

"Tell me who the baby's father is," Delly countered. "And, I might convince him to."

"He's not the marrying kind and neither am I," Johanna replied boldly.

"Before we get into the logistics of how that conception even happened—" Katniss began. "—we have five minutes to get down to the gardens. Your Dad will be waiting at the entrance."

Delly nodded and Katniss, along with Prim, gathered the veil, quite a bit longer than the train, as Johanna handed the bride her bouquet. Each bridesmaid took her own bouquet of blush and white peonies—each a miniature version of Delly's—before they walked out the door.

As they walked down the hotel hallway, guests who passed by gave Delly their congratulations, one man even holding the golden-doored elevator open for the bridal party when they got to their destination.

The hotel was built in the 1900's and Delly's father—an Army man turned business investor—knew the management. So the fact that Delly was able to get a wedding date in the posh hotel within a few months while other brides were still waiting for a response said something about his importance.

When they reached the lobby, Delly's father—General Lance Cartwright—was already waiting, tall and magnanimous in his service uniform. However, his stern face rose into a bright smile seeing Delly walk toward him.

"You look just like your mama, darling," he told her as they approached. Delly's mother had passed on when she was still in high school so it had just been her and her father for years until Seneca and Sparrow came along.

Katniss met her sister's eyes as they arranged the veil. They had not had their father at either of their weddings so it was hard for both of them to see Delly's father's reaction.

They headed to the left where the ceremony would be held in the gardens of the hotel. The sound of violins could be heard as they approached the venue and Katniss took in the scent of sweet floral wafting through as they got closer to the entrance.

Prim was first and, after a final smile at the bridal party, she walked out and down the creamy carpet leading toward the flowered archway and the nervous groom. Johanna followed, squaring her shoulders, and elegantly walked down the aisle with her belly leading.

Finally, it was Katniss' turn.

Giving Delly a grin, she made her way down the aisle with a trembling smile. Her eyes went to her mother, Cato, and Uncle Haymitch. They all waved at her as she passed.

Toward the end of her journey, her gaze went to Peeta. His blue eyes were full though his expression was unreadable. Upon seeing Katniss, he gave her a warm smile that caused her stomach to coil in pleasure.

God, even his stare did things to her.

She took her place next to Johanna and her eyes went to Delly, who was now beginning her walk to the simple harp version of "The Wedding March".

Katniss could still feel Peeta's penetrating gaze.

It frightened and intrigued her.

The ceremony had gone off without a hitch, except for the near misplacement of the wedding rings into Sparrow's mouth. Thank goodness for Seneca's quick reflexes or else there would have been a trip to the emergency room with the toddler.

Watching her friends exchange their vows, Katniss found her eyes straying to the man sitting in the second aisle in the impeccable navy suit. It had been a long time since they had recited similar vows, but she still found herself mouthing the words to herself.

After the rather thorough kiss to seal their union, the bride and groom were ushered away to take their photographs while everyone else enjoyed cocktail hour in the courtyard leading to the dining room where the reception would be held.

Katniss spent most of her time holding Sparrow's hand. The Cartwrights and Cranes were made of big families, all eager to coo at her friend's son. However, Sparrow had inherited his father's retreating nature when it came to too many people so he clung to Katniss' skirt the entire time.

Dinner had just finished; a selection of steak, chicken, or a vegetarian meal. Now, as they began to serve dessert, the host of the event—one of Seneca's cousins—was announcing that the couple would be having their first dance.

"Did they tell you what song they chose?" Prim asked from Katniss' right side.

Their table consisted of her family including Uncle Snow and of course, Peeta, who sat to her left. Johanna sat next to her father, followed by her Uncle Haymitch. Her mother was placed next to her Uncle on his opposite side with Cato rounding out the circle with his seat next to Prim.

"Delly told me it would be something fun," she replied. "She also left the song choice to Seneca."

"I don't know about that," Cato commented, his arm going around Prim's shoulders. "Seneca is cool, but I don't exactly see him jamming to anything."

"Give them a break," Peeta said with a grin. "I think he'll surprise us."

Cato raised a wary brow. "You want to bet, brother?"

Peeta held out his hand. "A twenty to whoever's right."

Katniss' brother-in-law shook his hand in agreement. "Deal."

The couple walked onto the floor, both grinning widely at one another. There was a pause as everyone quieted down when suddenly the sounds of drums and trumpets erupted through the room.

"Hearts go astray
Leaving hurt when they go
I went away
Just when you needed me so…"

Katniss watched the two in astonishment. Her former boss was actually a very good dancer, easily twirling his wife along the dance floor before wrapping an arm around her waist as they pressed against one another.

"Open up your eyes
Then you'll realize
Here I stand with my
Everlasting Love…"

"I never saw that coming from Seneca," Johanna said from her chair. "I think the baby likes the music. It's kicking up a storm." She stopped for a moment. "And, now I have to pee."

Her father and Haymitch stood up at the same time to assist her, but she brushed them off before heading towards the back of the room where the restrooms were.

"Delly and Seneca would now like to invite everyone to join them on the floor," Seneca's cousin announced on the mic.

Everyone was surprised when Lance was suddenly at their table, asking her mother to dance. Katniss chuckled seeing her mother flustered at the invitation. She accepted before letting the General lead her to the floor.

"Now you have to dance with me," Prim told her husband. "I can't have my mom one-up me!"

The two walked off, but not before Cato handed Peeta a twenty.

"I was going to ask if you'd be interested in a dance," Peeta told her. "Do you dance?"

"I might." Katniss watch him stand. "Depends on who asks."

He held out his hand. "Would you please dance with me?"

Katniss rose, taking his hand and walking with Peeta to the dance floor. He twirled her around the floor before gently bringing her close, his hands going to her waist as her arms wrapped around the nape of his neck.

"Need you by my side
Girl to be my bride
You'll never be denied
Everlasting Love…"

"It's a good night for you," Katniss said as they moved. "We get to dance and you won twenty bucks from Cato."

"That is true," Peeta replied, a gleeful look in his blue eyes. "And, I looked over the music choices with Seneca. I was there when he picked the song." She snorted at his words. "Big and small victories, all around."

Katniss laughed, her eyes closing as she dipped her head back and surrendered herself to the music—and to Peeta.

"Where life's really flows
No-one really knows
'Till someone's there to
Show the way to
Everlasting Love…"

"Thank you so much for doing this, Katniss," Seneca said as they walked into the Crane home. Sparrow slept in his arms as Delly turned on the lights. "We really appreciate it."

"No problem," she told him as she sat down on their couch. "What time is your flight?"

"At midnight," Delly replied. "It's a good thing we had everything ready at the hotel. I just wanted to show you a few things before we got back into our car."

"I'm going to put him to bed and then change," Seneca informed the two.

Delly led Katniss into the kitchen where she pointed out all of the emergency contact numbers on the bulletin board. She informed Katniss that the fridge was mostly stocked, though the milk would probably go bad in a day or two. There was also a list of Sparrow's favorite foods and his normal eating schedule—so he would go to bed on time.

Afterwards, Delly told her that all the bills were paid so the mail could just be stored until they came back. She continued on to show Katniss where the flashlights, fire extinguisher, and fuse box were—just in case.

When they went upstairs, Delly let her know where Sparrow's insurance cards were as well as some money for anything else they might need.

Katniss would be staying in the room that she usually stayed in during her visits.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Crane. I got this," Katniss assured her.

"I'm sorry. This is the first time we've been away from him," Delly replied as they walked into her room. Suddenly, she turned to Katniss, a glow on her pretty face. "You called me Mrs. Crane."

Katniss chuckled. "That's your name, isn't it?"

Delly reached out to hug her. "I owe you big time."

It was way past midnight before Katniss managed to change out of her bridesmaid gown and into her pajamas. It felt good to get out of her heels and dress which were both beautiful, but uncomfortable after a few hours.

Sparrow woke up a little after his parents left and she had fed him a bit before rocking him back to sleep. Heading down the stairs, she went into the living room to sit back and relax.

Delly had mentioned that her father would possibly pass by either tonight or in the morning, dependent on how everything ended at the reception. They were all still partying after Delly and Seneca had left with her and Sparrow.

She had given Peeta a quick kiss goodbye and let him know that she'd call him tomorrow. He agreed, telling her that Johanna was getting tired and he'd would be bringing her home soon.

In the living room, Katniss turned on the television, needing the white noise to fill the large house. She had always adored the Crane home with its plush carpets, worn-in furniture, and creamy walls. It was warm and full of life with Sparrow's paper scribbles, Seneca's laptop left charging on the coffee table, and Delly's fashion magazines.

She picked up one of the magazines, skimming through it when an advertisement caught her eye.

It was a series of photos—of herself and Peeta, though it was the first one that had caused her face to turn hot.

It was taken during a test shot that Gale had come to look in on the shoot. The photographer had asked Gale to sit to her left and Peeta to her right—for lighting purposes—though she was having serious doubts about that now.

It looked like the two men were facing off with Katniss looking into the camera, green tote in her lap. The next few photos were of her walking with the Bichon Frise pup that had been hers for the day, white tote jauntily swinging in her hand.

The last one was of her and Peeta, with dog leashes tangled around their legs and her arms wrapped around his neck—her purse still in one of her hands, of course.

At the bottom of the photo was the caption: 'Meant To Be'.

Reaching for her phone, she sent Gale a text: 'Seriously, you need to be less lenient when it comes to photography specifications. Let's review the contract again this Monday.'

There was a knock on the door and Katniss tossed the magazine aside with a grumble. Peeta wasn't going to be happy about the advertisement. She knew she wasn't. It made her look a little trampy—being fought over like some damsel.

When there was no competition to her.

She had made her choice.

Going to the front door, Katniss mustered up a tired smile before opening the door for Delly's father.

"Hello Gen—" She was met with Peeta, standing in front of her. "What are you doing here?"

"Seneca asked if I would be willing to drop off their presents," he said. "His father-in-law was supposed to do it, but it looks like the good General has a thing for your mother."

"Oh good, my mom is going to get laid before I ever do," she griped.

Peeta chuckled. "Totally fixable." He reached into his pocket and handed her a sealed envelope. "Delly asked me to give this to you."

Ripping open the envelope, Katniss quickly read over the message: 'Go with the flow. - DC'

Damn that Delly Crane.

Her eyes went to the man in front of her and she widened the door. "Do you want to come in?"

Peeta didn't hesitate, walking in and closing the door behind him.

I kind of wanted this to be longer. Sometimes it doesn't work that way.

Anyway, we're going to have a little bit of fun next chapter as Katniss and Peeta will be learning the joys and pains of children. They'll have to prepare since Johanna's baby is coming soon, anyway.

Did anyone miss Madge? No? Well, she'll be back in the next chapter with some words about the ad.

Thank you for being so patient with me. I've started a new job this week and I'm just getting my bearings. Also, there has been so much going on with my health that it's been very stressful on me. Writing is a bit of salvation right now and so is your support.

Songs:

"Everlasting Love"-version sung by Love Affair

I know you're waiting for Peeta to tell her…not quite there yet. So keep holding your breath.

Until the next chapter, JLaLa