* You're All I Have *

"Do you want to move in?"

At first he looks shocked. My mind instantly starts racing- what if this was the wrong move? Maybe it's too soon? Maybe he likes being able to escape me at times.

"Katniss- I enjoy spending time together. But I'm still incredibly unpredictable. What if I break and hurt you when I have a nightmare? No one there to stop me...I couldn't risk your safety."

Of course this man is worried about me. He always is. He doesn't give himself enough credit. He has come so far from where he was and he's so much stronger willed than he believes. I cup his face in my hands and look him in his beautiful blue worried eyes.

"Peeta, you are so capable. I've watched you do everything and come so far. It's time you give yourself credit."

"You're all I have left," he whispers.

"You're all I want that's left." I whisper back.

He presses a soft kiss on my lips, leaving me wanting more. Then he holds me closely to him, I can feel something stirring inside me, like a calming force that spreads through my body. Like he's transferring the warmth from his body to my soul.

"I'd love to move in with you."

He leans in and kisses me once more before saying, "I should get my stuff."

He tries to get up but I grab his hand and say, "forgetting something?"

He laughs and says,"but you're hurt? I don't think you should be carrying anything."

"I may not be able to walk, but I can still pack." I say as he swings me onto his so easily it's become second nature to us. He carries me to his house and then says,"I guess we'll start with my room."

When we get to his room he lightly sets me on his bed. His bedroom is set up like mine but It has a Peeta touch. There's a glass of water by the bed, his clothes neatly folded on the foot of It. He has a note on the bedside table that I can't help but look at.

Your name is Peeta Mellark. You survived the 74th and 75th hunger games. You were captured by the capitol and tortured. They replaced your memories but they're not real. Katniss didn't kill your family they were bombed by Snow. You love Katniss.

My heart skips a beat. I don't even realize that he's caught me reading until he quietly says, "It helps me when the nightmares turn real."

"This is smart to have."

"Dr. A suggested that I keep It near me just in case. He also recommends that I write notes and keep them ready for when I have questions." He opens up the drawer and pulls out dozens of letters.

"Does It work?" I ask delicately.

"Sometimes. Sometimes I end up more confused. But then I can look back later and decipher. Anyways," he calmly says and puts them back slightly embarrassed, "what do you want to pack?"

"Put me anywhere, coach!" I say saluting to him, this seems to ease the mood.

"Well, I guess I could put a chair by the dresser and you could pack up some clothes while I get other things," he moves a chair away from his desk and arranged It so it's next to the dresser. I attempt to crawl over but he picks me up and twirls me around saying, "oh no you don't!" I squeal and playfully kick.

"Ugh, Peeta I can crawl."

"Not gonna happen," he says in a sing song voice. I laugh and he sets me down on the chair. Then he goes into the bathroom to pack what he has in there. After a few minutes of packing, I get to his underwear. As I'm packing it up, I find something I truly never thought I'd find. Something that's bright pink. A sense of dread washed over me. Is this something I think It is? The thought of Peeta keeping something from a girl earlier in life makes me so sick.

But when I remove It, it's not at all woman's underwear. In fact I think It might be for a man?

A pink man thong!

I bust up laughing and nearly fall out of my chair. He runs in asking, "what could possibly be that funny?" All I do is lift them up to make him turn bright as a tomato,"oh, those-" he looks absolutely mortified.

"Care to explain?"I ask

"Well, after our 'wedding' announcement, as a joke my brothers got me this. I wanted to throw them away but, honestly it reminds me of their humor and one of the few things I have left of them. It's humiliating- and I swear I have never worn those a day in my life!"

"I have to admit, this isn't the weirdest thing I've seen,"I say and he laughs and comes to stand by me.

He takes them out of my hands and says, "they always tried to get me to wear them, but I wouldn't. "

"Oh, now we can't have that,"I say with a devious grin and a playful tone. He turns even more red and says, "NO Katniss! No way!"

I laugh and say, "not even once? Just for a second?"

"Ugh, Katniss!" Peeta moans.

"Please Peeta, just once?" I have to admit, I'm curious.

"Katniss!" Peeta says, "I don't-I Katniss."

"It's just you and me, I'll be the only one to see, just once. Please?" I say with a fake pout and puppy dog eyes. He lets out a huge breath which I can only describe as a huff, I can tell I'm breaking him.

"Fine," he says and I get a smile of success. He takes it from my hands and goes into the bathroom to change.

When he comes out, he is only in the Speedo. I bust up laughing and he says, "that's it! I'm putting pants on!"

"No, no, no!" I say, "I'm sorry I won't laugh, just come back out."

"Ugh, fine," he says and walks out. He puts his arms up and spins around slowly. I cover my mouth and hold in everything I can. Peeta definitely is a baker because man he has some good buns. He walks over to me and stands right in front of me.

"Are you happy?"

"Yes, very happy," I say with a childish grin. He leans down and kisses me then says,"I'm putting on normal underwear now I can't take this," he runs back to the bathroom and soon comes out in his normal clothes, but no shirt.

"So when do I get to see you in something like that?" He says jokingly.

"Ha! Never!" I say.

"Oh, now we can't have that." He throws my words back at me with a wink. I blush at the thought of standing like that in front of him. Part of my imagination tempts me with a fantasy where I can actually be sexy. One where I confidently stand in front of him in nothing but a sexy little underwear set and strut to him sitting on the bed. My thoughts are pulled away when I hear him chuckle and I realize that I've been staring at his chest for a bit now.

"It's not like I own anything like that anyways,"I challenge.

"Oh don't worry, I'll find something embarrassing for you to wear," he says with a wink. I groan and throw my head back. He laughs and then goes to pack the rest of his room. When I'm done packing his clothes he scoops me up and says,"now for my art room."

When he sets me down I see many beautiful paintings and supplies everywhere. He hands me a box and says,"you could pack whatever's on the couch." This is the only room that is messy and cluttered. Peeta is really neat otherwise, but in this room there's art supplies strewn across the entire room and dozens of half finished projects.

This room takes a while to pack but soon we have his art room packed which just leaves the kitchen. He says, "this will probably take the longest."

After many hours we finally have his kitchen packed. He takes as much boxes as he can while I sit at his house. I wish I could help but he won't let me with my ankle. But when he is done, he comes to get me.

"Ready?" He asks

"Ready."

He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. "Peeta!"I yell because it's so unexpected. Then he lays me down on the couch saying, "I'm so happy that we're living together."

"Yeah me too."

"Guess it's time to put together our house."

That statement gives me more butterflies than ever.