Song of the chapter; "Burnin' it Down" By Jason Aldean.

Keep reading for an A/N at the end, it's important!

"Come on!" He pulls me towards the house with a huge grin on his face. I fumble with the house key, and finally push it in the lock and he grins again. "Wait here."

He rushes in and sets our suitcases down and then comes back towards me. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist to help him with my weight. He kisses my neck roughly, and we walk in the door backwards.

"What are you doing?" I laugh into his kisses.

"Shut up and kiss me." He breathes into my lips. Our lips mold together, and he waits for me to close the door behind me. I misjudge the abilities of my hands and the door shuts with a slam. I laugh into his lips and caress his cheek, stubble continues to grow upon his chin and cheeks. Up the stairs we go, him carrying my body. He places me on the bed, and quickly begins to unbutton his shirt, he throws it onto the floor. He takes off my shoes and then throws them on the floor also, along with his shirt.

He crawls over top of me,  and begins to pull my sweater over my stomach. He scatters kisses up and down my scarred stomach, and I moan in pleasure. "P-Peeta." I stutter.

"Shhh." He whispers. "Don't talk." He shakes his head and kisses me again. My back arches from the sheer force his kisses send through me. His hands fumble to my pants, and that's finally when I sit up.

"Stop, stop." I say quickly. His kisses stop, and he looks at me with sad, confused eyes.

"Why? I thought you wanted a baby?" He asks me.

"Hey, hey of course I do!" I say caressing his cheek gently. "I want a baby so badly." I say gently.

"Then come on." He whispers kissing me softly again.

"I want you to woo me, I want dinner, romance, cuddling, and then after that's all done we can make a baby.." I whisper.

He nods. "Fair enough."

His blue eyes, so deep as pure. I could drown just by looking into them. Peeta never deserved this, the war, the games, the hijacking. He's was too pure, too innocent, too perfect for this torture. He told me once, late at night after the war, that he would have taken death over torture any day in the Capitol. He said it was terrible, day after day beatings, going without meals for weeks. I couldn't take it after that, told him to stop and never talk about it again.

"Tomorrow night, we'll go on a real date, we can go ... I don't know, where do you want to go?" He asks me smiling.

"The meadow." I smile. "It's calm there, and peaceful. And we can have the place all to ourselves."

He scrunches his face wearily. "Don't you remember what happened last time we went to the meadow?" He asks me.

"Yeah, but that won't happened this time, Melody is ... gone. And Willow will be with Haymitch and everything will go perfectly smoothly." I smile.

"Okay." He nods. "It's a date." He seals the statement with a sweet kiss.

"Should we go get Willow?" I ask him as he pulls on a shirt.

"Yeah, probably fill Haymitch in on what went down and everything." He nods and we start towards the door. "He was the only reason I came out yesterday." He informs me. "If it wasn't for him, you'd be with Bohdi and I'd be alone crying at the kitchen table."

"Why would you be crying?" I ask taking his hand in mine as we walk toward Haymitch's door.

"Anger, sadness, regret, betrayal, you name it I felt it that day." He explains. "I thought you were cheating on me, I had three attacks that day. It was awful, my medicine wouldn't work and Willow hid in her bedroom all day and night. I couldn't stop them from coming."

"I'm sorry." I sigh and push through the door.

"Shouldn't we knock?" He asks.

"No." I grin "Haymitch!" I call, no answer. I make up the stairs silently, then hear giggling from the left room. I push open the door, and find Willow at a small table. She offers tea to someone, Haymitch. He sits close to the door with a big feathery boa wrapped around his neck. She grins.

"Here you go." He dumps imaginary tea in his cup.

"Thank you M'lady, this is quiet a tea party if you ask me." He smiles and 'drinks' it. I hold Peeta's hand, and finally he can't hold it in a more.

"Oh my god!" He bends in half with crippling laughter. "Haymitch you look sick." He laughs.

"No he doesn't, he looks awesome." Willow counters. Haymitch jumps. But relaxes and shrugs, as if saying what the hell. "Mommy!" Willow smiles crashing into my knees.

"Hi baby..." I smile.

"Mommy I'm so sorry for the mean stuff I said to you. I didn't mean it." She whispers and I bend down.

"It's okay darling, it means a lot that you could be a big girl and appoligize." I kiss her head and she plants a big kiss on my lips.

"Why you play with me?" She asks happily.

"That?" I ask a bit rudely.

"Yes of course! It's fun, Haymitch loves to play it." She giggles looking at him.

"You bet it cupcake." He tousles her hair, he lays the bright pink boa on the table. "You want a beer Peeta?" He asks.

"Sure." He plants a loving kiss on my lips before resigning downstairs with Haymitch. I sit down at the small table, she shakes her head.

"No no no." She chants.

"What?" I laugh.

"Makeup!" She shrieks.

"Haymitch didn't have to wear any." I grumble.

"That's because he's a boy!" She says obviously. "Boys don't wear makeup."

That's what Peeta used to complain about when we make appearances in public, or parties, or television. Men don't wear makeup. Then I'd point out the man next to us wearing bright blue, pink, and red makeup. The colors dancing across his flaw-less skin. He'd shake his head and take my hand, leading me through the crowds to a quiet place. I loved my time with the old Peeta, the one who loved me without any consequences.

"Okay." I frown. She takes her chubby toddler fingers and makes my frown a smile.

"Don't frown, your really pretty." She grins and turns to her makeup. She's shows me a pallet or bright blue makeup, with a q-tip like applicator. "Close your eyes." She instructs.

I take a deep breath and allow her to smear the greasy stuff on my face. It takes a while, I can't tell if she's a perfectionist like her father, or an aw fuck it kinda girl like her mother. I look in the mirror. Definitely her father's side, a perfectionist. My makeup ... is good for a three year old: but it still makes me look like a birthday clown I learned about in the Capitol.

"Girls!" Peeta calls. "Girls we-" He stops when he sees me, his eyes go wide.

"Doesn't mommy look beautiful!" Willow smiles beside me.

"Yeah, of course she does." He holds back a laugh and I hug him.

"Don't say a word." I smile. "Hey Willow." I smile. "Why don't you bring your makeup home and we can do Daddy's makeup?" I grin evilly.

"No no no." He laughs. "Daddy doesn't wear makeup." He holds up his hands.

"Now you do!" She squeals, loads her arms with makeup and rushes out of the room.

"You are so gonna get it tomorrow night." He whispers into my ear holding me tight.

"I was hoping so." I grin, I bite softly on his ear and then walk away. He finds my hand and Haymitch puts Willow's stuff in a paper bag.

"Hey going now." He says to us. "I've got to go get beautifued." He runs his hands down his chest and stomach.

"Ooh, for who?" I raise an eyebrow.

"The miss Effie Trinket." He grins.

"Oh god, let's go." Peeta huffs.

"I expect a brother!" I call jokingly before he pulls me out of the house.

"Blech." He crinkles his nose.

"What?" I laugh.

"Haymitch and Effie being ... Blech." He shivers.

"I'm sure they think the same about us." I laugh.

"Yeah, I'm sure the entire district heard you that night." He pokes my sides.

"What?"

"You are the loudest person I've ever heard while having sex." He smiles wrapping an arm around me waist. I purse my lips and shake my head.

"Well, it was my first time. And it hurts you know, you wouldn't know being a guy." I counter.

"I know baby, I saw the uh- blood." He looks to his feet and blushes.

"It was worth it." I tell him and press his lips to mine romantically.

"Hopefully it won't happen the second time?"

"I guess we'll have to find out." I whisper in his ear. Something, no someone tugs on the bottom of my shirt.

"Mommy? We do daddy's makeup now?" She asks me.

"Yeah." I smile. I take them upstairs and he sits criss-crossed on the bed. I watch as our daughter brushes outrageous colors over his flawless skin.

"This is your color." She tells him brushing the same blue onto his cheeks as she did to me.

"None of these are my color." He inquires.

"Well this one is." She counters.

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"Your done!" She squeals and points towards the mirror. He looks at me, and I nod towards the mirror. 

He jumps when he sees himself. "Holy shit.." He mutters and I laugh. He touches his cheek. Willow rushes from the room when a knock on the door rings through the house. "I look insane." He mumbles into my hair.

"I think you look beautiful."

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Xoxo Kylee.
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