Alright, so this is long, long, long overdue, and I would be happy as heck if I still had readers, but I totally get if you all just kind of disappeared. It has been months, and I am hoping this will be worth it for all of you, because I REALLY, REALLY LIKE WHAT I WROTE HERE! It's way, way special to me, because...well...you'll see. It's just something that has been long, long thought about, and needed very much. I hope you'll enjoy it. Alright, now I'm gone. See you in the after to those of you who are still reading, DELICIOUS LOVE TO ALL OF YOU from Luke, Liz, The Victories, and of course, me. Review if you have any comments to make, and of course, please leave me a review if you want your opinions heard for the future chapters.

I love all of you, and I just want to quickly say that you all need to read(or check out the first chapter of) these stories.

The Other Foot by Better a Freak Than A Fake

To Marvel at Death(but only if you've read A Grimm Set of Games, if you haven't, start there instead) by Nightfuries

Hearing Things by Syeira-la

Those stories are amazing, and you need to read them like….NOWSAP! (ha ha, see what I did there? Ha ha….I'm not funny.)

Liz POV-

Luke smiles at me happily as we look around at all our guests, breaking away from the latest of the many perfect kisses we've ever shared.

Some smile at us like we're the most precious things on the planet, something I hate with my entire heart, but I'm too happy to even care as Luke escorts me off the stage and we go over to the food tables. He picks up a cake server.

"Shall we?" he asks, his eyes bright.

I nod and place my hand on it as well, and the two of us slice the first piece of the cake.

"I call dibs!" Enobaria calls, and I chuckle.

"No way, hand over the cake to me! I get the first piece!" Ryen replies, and everybody is laughing at that point.

"Hold up, hold up, I want the first piece!" My mother yells.

"Wow, if anyone is calling dibs on the first piece, it is me!" Nick yells. "I did most of the work on it, anyway."

"Yeah, if work includes sitting on your ass and watching us." Mr. Mellark pipes up, laughing, something I've never seen before.

"Oh, come on, everyone knows the bride and groom get the first piece." Peeta laughs.
"She's so shoving it in his face." I hear my mother murmur in my father's ear. I shake my head a little vigorously to dissuade her from that idea. Pshhh. Like I would shove a piece of cake into Luke's face…...no…...that wouldn't happen….not now at least. It's too pretty. I couldn't destroy any part of a cake that gorgeous. I'm feeling slightly guilty over just eating it.

"Want some cake, Lizzy?" Luke asks, smiling charmingly, and instantly I'm done thinking about the gorgeous cake, and I'm thinking about the amazingly beautiful boy standing across from me.

I smile back. "As long as it's not going to end up all over me." I'm a bit wary that maybe my mother has now given him the idea to smash some cake in my face.

"No, silly. We eat cake. It just goes in your mouth, you pretty, little silly girl. I wouldn't dream of ruining your perfect….well…...everything."

I can't help but blush as I nod, opening my mouth.

He puts a bite of cake in my mouth, and I resist moaning. It's legitimately the most amazing tasting thing I have ever eaten in my entire life, being vanilla flavored, covered in sugary icing that is black as night, so sweet it should be a sin, and fluffy as a cloud…...probably. I don't really know how fluffy a cloud is. You would think scientists would have found a way to figure that out by now…..but then again…..clouds are water. They would probably melt away if you tried to touch one. People are stupid.

"This is so good!" I laugh.

"Um….duh. It was made by the best bakers in District 12!" Katniss chimes in, watching me with her arms wrapped around Peeta. Peeta's smiling at Luke and I like he knows the feeling, which I know he does.

"I'm glad you like it! But haven't you had one of the famous Mellark family cakes before, Liz?" Peeta replies.

I shake my head. "No. I've only been to the district a few times, and I've never been to the bakery."

"Well how about you all talk about that another time and plan a visit, and give me some damn cake!" Enobaria screeches.

"Oh, Enobaria! You have to wait your turn. It isn't nice to ask someone for their wedding cake until after they've-"

"Can it, Odair! I don't need your lecture, I just like cake a lot, and I'm starving my face off."

"Yeah, and who's fault is that?" My dad mutters, and with one look I've silenced the rest of his probable bashing. He's insulting my hero, here.

I smile and hand a piece to Enobaria, earning me a fang filled, shimmering smile. She takes a bite. "Damn, Mellarks! This is good!"

"Of course it is! It wouldn't be a Mellark cake if it wasn't amazing." Mrs. Mellark(Luke's grandma, not Katniss, just in case you weren't clear. I call Katniss by her name now) says with an almost annoyed tone.

Annie leans up, whispering something into Finnick's ear.

Finnick chuckles. "May I have a slice, Liz?"

"Of course, Finnick." I hand him a slice, and he hands it to Annie. "Annie wanted to make sure it was alright for her to eat your cake."

Luke smiles. "Of course it is. We've passed the time where there's any unacceptable cake eating."

"Here's some for you, Katniss." I say, handing her a plate, and Peeta.

"Um, hello, pass some to your own parents!" My mother exclaims in a teasing way. I smile and hand her one for her, and one for my dad.

"We would never forget about you, Mrs. Hirsch." Luke responds, ever so formal. It's adorable.

"Please! We're family now, Luke. You can call me Clove, just like you can call Cato by his first name."

Luke's cheeks turn pink. "Yes, ma'am."

The music that was previously playing comes to a slow until the noise filling the room is simply that of everyone talking. In a few minutes, even that comes to a bit of a stop.

"What do we do now?" I whisper in Luke's ear, standing on tiptoe, even in my virginal white heels, to reach.

He smiles, his eyes sparkling. "I wouldn't know…." he laughs,and the sound is like water in a fountain, tinkling and chirping with happiness.

I stare into his eyes, blocking out the noise of everyone talking. Everything can escape my focus at this moment, everything, anything, except Luke.

"And now, ladies and gentleman, let's clear the floor for our newly married couple, so they can have their first dance."

Well that lovely focus didn't last for very long. Dance? What? Oh god, we're screwed. The only dancing I've ever done is at my prom, really, and even that wasn't really dancing.

Luke smiles. "Well, darling, I believe there are people waiting on us to see us move awkwardly and look amused."

I smile. "Aww. You read my mind." I kiss his cheek, taking his hand and letting him lead me to the now clear dance floor.

He smirks. "Isn't that a requirement?"

I roll my eyes and resist hitting him upside the head for being a smartass. But that would be horrible. I mean, I just married him. I need to wait until I've been married for a little longer to do that.

I wrap my arms around Luke's neck, and he wraps his around my waist, because neither one of us knows how to really dance, and it's just really more special if we dance like this. And if I cry, it's easier to hide it if my face looking into Luke's eyes or burying my face in his shoulder then it is if I'm parading all around the floor with him and everyone can see us.

A song starts playing, and I feel a calmness come over me, like nobody is watching Luke and I.

But I know better than to think Luke and I are completely in our own world. There are tons of people watching us.

Take my hand, I'll teach you to dance.

I'll spin you around, won't let you fall down.

Would you let me lead? You can step on my feet.

Give it a try, it'll be alright

The room's hush hush and now's our moment.

Take it in, feel it all and hold it

Eyes on you, eyes on me.

We're doing this right.

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining. It's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

About uh, uh, us

And every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

Suddenly I'm feeling brave

Don't know what's got into me

Why I feel this way

Can we dance real slow?

Can I hold you real close?

The room's hush hush and now's our moment

Take it in, feel it all and hold it

Eyes on you, eyes on me

We're doing this right

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready yet? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

Do you hear that love? They're playing our song

Do you think we're ready yet? Oh, I'm really feeling it

Do you hear that love? Do you hear that love?

Lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining. It's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

Every heart in the room will melt

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

'Cause lovers dance when they're feeling in love

Spotlight's shining. It's all about us

It's oh, oh, all

Hey, hey, hey

(And every heart in the room will melt)

This is a feeling I've never felt

But it's all about us

I pull away, finding my eyes are misty and I don't even know how or when it happened. Obviously sometime while Luke and I were dancing, but I have no idea why I was crying. I mean, I'm so happy. I shouldn't be crying. I don't want to be. Vilnius and Melody and Tari and Argentina and Algeria and Octavia and Flo and Norlina made me look gorgeous, and it's all probably going to hell in a handbasket now that I've started the waterworks.

Luke leans down and kisses my lips. "Shh. No more tears." he whispers. "I'm never going to let anything hurt you. Not ever. I love you, Liz. I love you, I love holding you, I love kissing you, I love being with you. I love everything about you, involving you, or resembling you, and that is the most perfect feeling in the entire world."

That's what I love about Luke the most. He isn't afraid to share his sentimental side, and he doesn't hide any of his emotions. He leaves it all unwrapped for the world to see, for all it's glory. And that is something I've never been told was alright. But then again, Luke makes everything alright.

Luke leads me off the dance floor and over to a group of people all standing around Luke's grandparents. I see the blond men that are his uncles, and his aunt Prim, and his Everdeen grandma, and the woman standing by his uncle Nick is Francesca, his wife, and the two kids standing near her are Luke's cousin, Poppy and Samuel. Alright, I can do this. I can get through this. I walk over with Luke, and all the conversation stops.

"Everyone, this is Liz. Liz, everyone."

I laugh. "Ha ha. Well that narrows it down."

Prim smiles. "Hi there, Liz. I'm Prim, Luke's aunt."

"Oh, yes, of course. Luke has told me so much about you. And Katniss. And my parents." I laugh.

She chuckles. "Good things I hope."

"Oh, of course."

She flicks a strand of dirty blonde hair out of her eyes. "Lovely reception. I'm really glad I could come."

"I'm glad you could come, as well. It's always wonderful to meet more of Luke's family."

She smiles for a moment, not saying a word.

"You're so different from your parents." She says after a moment.

I blink. "Oh...well….thank you."

She giggles. "You're welcome. Just….stay nice, alright? Luke is lucky to have you, and I hope you're going to stay just as sweet."

"Of course." I say, nodding as she gives me a quick hug.

"Back off, Rose!" I hear, and suddenly I am enveloped in a hug I know has to be both of the Mellark brothers. Dang…..Peeta's hugs are a lot more pleasant. And tolerable.

"Luke, dude, you didn't tell us how adorable she was!" Nick laughs, and Ryen instantly goes to ruffle up my hair.

I try and squirm away.

"Uncle Rye, Uncle Nick….you might want to let go of her. She's not much of a hug type."

Both of them release me, and it's like the pressure from the world has been lifted.

"Sorry, little lady. We're just excited, is all." Ryen laughs.

Nick nods. "Yeah. Not every day your favorite nephew gets married."

Ryen smirks. "He's your only nephew."

"It's easier then." Nick replies.

I smile. "Nice to meet you both," I laugh. "You did a really nice job on the cake. It was delicious."

"I know right. You don't have cakes like that back home, do you?" Ryen asks.

I shake my head.

"Alright, well, you be good to him, Liz. Keep him in line." Nick says, ruffling Luke's hair, and after both brother's giving me another squeezing hug, they're gone, replaced by Francesca and the kids.

"Hi there." the little girl, Poppy, says. "You're pretty. Like a princess."

I smile. "Thank you. You look very pretty too."

She giggles, playing with the skirt on her light blue dress.

"This is Poppy." Luke says, picking the little girl up. "Poppy, this is Liz. She's my wife now."

"I know. That's why she's wearing white." Poppy giggles.

"Luke, why are you married? Now you're going to forget us." Samuel chimes in, and Luke frowns, picking him up to.

"I could never forget about you, buddy."

With his arms full of toddlers, I see for the first time how happy I am going to be with Luke as my husband. I can tell he'll be a great dad.

Two girls, Maya and Meredith, come over, Maya practically dragging Meredith.

"Oh my gosh, you look so pretty!" Maya squeals.

I smile. "Thank you, so do you. You look so stunning. You're glowing."

She blushes. "Oh, stop it." she looks from Luke to Meredith. "Meredith, say something."

Meredith blinks. "You look deadly amazing." she says, and I smirk, recognizing the compliment.

"Thank you. May your blade be sharp and gallant."

She practically starts flying, she looks so happy. "Thanks." she squeaks.

"May I have this dance?" I hear, and turn around.

Standing beside me is a tall guy, probably a few years older then me, with black hair, gelled back and neat looking, creamy skin, caramel brown eyes, and a sharp, angular face that looks shockingly good with his features. As an observation, of course. Ha. I can have observations about other guys besides my husband, just like he can observe about other girls. I don't get jealous like that.

"My name is Dylan Rodgers, I'm an associate of the president's." he says, and to my surprise, he bows a bit.

"Oh….." is all I can murmur, slightly confused, and now almost completely nauseated, knowing he's affiliated with Snow somehow. I take his hand anyway and allow him to lead me to the dance floor.

"Oh, yeah, don't even attempt to hide your disgust, that's mature." he mutters, and I toss him as icy a look as I can manage.

"I don't need this conversation right now, whatever it is."

"You have no idea at all what I am about to say."

"I know that I want nothing to do with Snow right now, so whatever he sent you over to say to me, I am not interested in hearing it. See you in 2 weeks, when I get back from my honeymoon, and actually want to deal with real life. Thank you, have a dreadful day."

He rolls his eyes.

"No, please, don't act like you're at a freaking wedding, for god's sake." I mutter, and he looks back at me, looking just as annoyed as I feel.

"My apologies. I figured now is as good a time as any to make you aware of the current conditions you're in."

"They're current for a reason, and I'm not blind. I think I can manage without you."

"I wanted to tell you about Snow's idea of what he wants for you and your precious husband." he snorts.

"Do you have something against my husband?" I ask.

"No, but when President Snow finishes molding him into his ideal boy toy, you will."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He doesn't answer me.

"Hello? You can't just say something like that and expect the other person to not wonder what in the name of sweet Caesar Flickerman you mean."

He still says nothing.

"Ughhh! I can't stand you!" I hiss, and turn around.

I start walking, and feel his hand on my shoulder a moment later.

"Fine, I'll tell you. He intends to have Luke turn into a cheating mess."

Pardon? I don't even know him, and he's spouting out the worst possible information you could ever spit out at a wedding reception at this exact moment? Does he want a fork to end up in his jugular? Because there are a lot of people here capable of stabbing a boy in the jugular with a metal weapon of death. Or a fork, if you still aren't understanding me.

God, I really want to stab him in the throat with a fork now! I swear, I was not going to do this before, and I hadn't even had the thought to do anything bad! This boy is freaking insane, bringing out all the bad and making me want to stab him. This is all his fault!

"Cheating mess? He's going to cheat on me?" He would never cheat on me. We love each other and respect each other too much for that.

"President Snow wants him to."

What a surprise! Snow wants us to break apart? That's a real shocker!

"He won't." There is no way he's ever going to be unloyal.

"I think he would, if he was being ordered to by the president of Panem."

"He wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Ever." I insist.

"You obviously overestimate your husband's ability to resist a direct order from a man in President Snow's authority."

"You obviously underestimate our love."

Alright, here's the thing. I know I said I would do 5 chapters, or one giant one, but I CAN'T. There's just no way, and I can't wait any longer, and I needed to put this up, and I just…..GRR. I wanted you to be able to read this so you won't want to claw my eyes out anymore, but you know…maybe you still do. If so, oops, sorry. Didn't mean to upset you? For whatever you're mad about…awkward. Alright, so as usual, tell me what you thought, leave me a review, the LONGER THE BETTER, and I shall see you in the near…hopefully, future.

PS. The song they were dancing to was All About Us by He Is We.