Song of the chapter; "Crash my Party." By Luke Bryan.

Cautiously, I lead him through the crowded district. People line the streets to catch a glimpse of what I'm holding on my arm.

Peeta.

We stop in front of the victor's village, and I look at the once golden gate that now is covered in rust and rain from the previous night's shower.

We pass the gate, and Rye closes it as we continue to walk. He catches up in time to unlock the door for us. And I lead Peeta to the couch, and he falls onto it with an exasperated sigh. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly, he simply nods and I walk into the kitchen and make him a sandwich.

He eats it silently, offering me bites often while eating it. "Do you want me to go get Willow? And Eve?" I ask him silently and he shrugs. "Yes or no baby, it's all up to you." I whisper putting a soft comforting hand on his shoulder. Again he shrugs. "Are you going to talk if I go get them?" I ask him and he shakes his head.

"Come on Peeta just talk-" Rye starts.

"STOP." Peeta screams smashing the plate in his hands into the floor. I take involuntary steps backward and stand with my balled up fists at my side.

"I'm going to get the girls.." I say. "You better have this shit cleaned up and handled by the time I get back." I point a finger at him and walk from the house.

I knock on the door and Haymitch answers with a smile. "Sweetheart." He smiles. "how did everything go? Come in." I'm ushered inside, and sits me down at the table. A mug of warm hot chocolate is placed in my hands, and I take a long drink.

"It went well ..." I say slowly.

"Did that find Peeta's body?" He asks.

"Actually.." I start with a smile. "We found Peeta, alive."

"A-Alive?" He sputters. "Why didn't you call? Or at least give me a heads up?"

"I just did." I say quietly taking another drink from my mug. "I was as shocked as you where. I was ready to get together with Rye, and have him help me raise the baby.."

Saying the words out loud make them sound even smarter and logical. "How could you just forget about Peeta so quickly?" He asks the question as if he's disgusted by me.

"I was still pregnant, he would have wanted me to move on and have a happy life. He said it himself through the years."

He sighs. "Okay sweetheart, your kids are in the other room."

"Thanks." I smile kissing his now graying head of hair. I rinse the mug and leave it on the counter before rushing into the room. "I heard my girls where in here..." I sigh as I look around and pretend to not see them.

Willow crashes into my legs, and I look down and smile. "Hi." She giggles and I kiss her head. "Where's my other baby?"Eve appears and stands in front of me and I put my hand on her cheek. "Hi baby doll, how are you?"

"Good!" She squeaks before padding towards the door.

"Someone's ready to go." I grab their bags and smile towards Haymitch. "Thanks, I'll call you if something happens alright?"

"Just call me in general sweetheart. I don't ever hear from you anymore." I smile and plant a kiss on his stubbly cheek. "Bye." I grin and take their hands in mine and we walk from the house.

"Is daddy home?"  Willow asks happily. "I hope so cause I've missed him so much and I want to show him some pictures I drawed for him."

"Oh yeah? Did you make some new ones while I was gone?" As I push the door open for them and close it behind them.

"Yes! I drawed a pretty horse." She smiles a toothy smile before rushing into the living room. "Where's daddy?" She asks as as comes from the living room with a very disappointed frown on her toddler face.

"Baby..." I whisper leaning down to her height.   "Daddy isn't feeling the best, I'm sure he'll be feeling better soon." I rub a thumb over her small cheek. "Okay?"

I hear footsteps and I watch Eve rush into the living room and hear the television turn on to some cartoons. "Go watch tv sweetie." I smile to Willow and plant a kiss on her cheek.

"Was someone looking for that Peeta?" A soft masculine voice asks.

I gasp and look up. And there he is; standing with a tan sweater and dark green cargo pants. His hair has his natural curl back, and his eyes their beautiful blue color. He's back.

"Oh my god ..." I whisper rushing and crashing into his body. "Are you back?" I ask touching his chin lightly. "Are you actually here?"  I whisper gently.

"I'm here baby..." He smiles. "I'm here for you, and this baby, and Willow." He bends down and touches our lips together. My tears reach both of our cheeks and lips, and I smile combing my fingers through his hair.

"I love you Peeta Mellark..." I whisper.

"I love you Katniss Everdeen..."

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*Two months later* *8 months prego*

We walk to the meadow together, my hand on my large baby bump and the other in his hand. The willow tree I so regularly visit has been dressed up, with small fairy lights and a picnic dinner. "this is amazing." I gush as we sit down together.

"I hoped you liked it." He says with a shy smile, i get butterflies in my stomach. This all feels like an incredible first date.

He places a lamb roast in front of me, with rice, peas, and mashed red potatoes. I take big bites of everything and lean into his shoulder when he's done. He shifts a bit and shows me a raspberry cheesecake, beautiful red swirls dance on top of the cake. "I can't eat another thing..." I sigh.

He yields a forkful of it to me. "One bite." He requests and I sigh. After a long moment I eat it, and sigh into the fork.

"One more." I hide my smile not wanting to tell him he was right 

I end up eating a large wedge, and then finally collapsing onto the blanket. "It's the baby." I counter. "That's why I'm eating so much, I'm eating for two."

"I don't care how much you eat." He smiles as he cleans up our mess of empty plates and dishes. "I don't care if your a thousand pounds I'll love you all the same."

"I don't think you would." I tease.

"Yeah, I would." He kneels down next to me and couches my cheek. He brings his mouth down right beside my ear and speaks. "That would mean there's more of you to love."

I laugh loudly. "That was such a Peeta Mellark answer."

"Well I am Peeta Mellark." He smirks.

"No shit Sherlock." I poke his chest. "Can you kiss me?" I whisper out of the blue.

"I could ... But why can't you kiss me?" He asks with a fake frown.

"Uhm, I don't know. Your the man shouldn't you kiss me first?" I ask leaning back on my elbows on the soft grass. "I mean I can kiss you I just thought guys had this weird power dominance things going on in there heads that they had to lead everything."

"Everything?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Kissing, and sex." I explain.

We sit in silence, his arms wrapped around me as we watch the sunset. All of a sudden he chuckles and holds me tighter. "What?" I ask softly, my voice barely a whisper.

"You remember how you wouldn't look at me naked in the arena? And how whenever we even mentioned sex you got red as a tomato and wouldn't talk about it?" He laughs. "you used to be so pure." He teases.

"Yeah, this boy named Peeta Mellark tainted me." I smile finally kissing his lips after all this time and waiting.

"That boy sounds rotten." He holds in a smile.

"Oh trust me, he isn't. He's the most amazing and handsome guy in the world. He's kind, and thoughtful, and cares about other before himself." I whisper. "And he chose me."

"You must be pretty special huh?"

"Yeah."  I nod. "I guess I am."

"I love you Katniss Mellark." He smiles.

"I love you Peeta Mellark." He leans down to kiss our unborn, growing child.

"I love our baby too." He smiles. "And the two we have back home, I love them more than anything in the world."

"I love them too." I smile. "But I love you more than I'll ever love anyone in the entire world."

He intertwines our fingers, and kisses each of my fingertips. I look him in the eyes, and he blushes looking away from me.

I can't help but admire him. His beautiful features that make me fall in love again with each glance. His eyes: that seem to be too blue for my mind to comprehend. His hair: that always seems to end up in perfect little banana curls that belong on top of our unborn child's heads. His jawline, something too sexy for even me to describe without wanting to rip off every inch of his clothes. I let my eyes wander to his shoulders, broad and strong. His hands, callused and tough, he's a working man. He's worked for what he believes in and fought to get there, their so tough and rugged. But one touch to my skin, or my face reminds me of the gentleness God added when he was put on this earth.

"What are you looking at?" He whispers softly into my hair.

I blink a few times and realize I've been staring into his eyes without realizing it. "I was admiring you." I say with a slight Capitol accent. "Admiring you and your beauty."

"I don't have beauty." He frowns. "I'm a man." He uses a fake deep voice.

"My man." I tease.

I kiss him again. "You sure do kiss me a lot, why is that?" He teases propping his chin up on his balled hands.

"Maybe because I love you dude."

He punches my arm playfully. "Dude? That's not very romantic."

"We have kids." I remind him. "It's hard to be romantic and spontaneous anymore."

"Not uh!" He counters. "Watch!" He stands and rips off his shirt.

"No Peeta, no sex. I'm too tired." I sigh.

"No!" He laughs. "Let's go swimming!"

"I'm eight months pregnant..." I remind him.

"So? Come on, it'll be fun I won't let anything happen to you I promise." I groan but hold out my hands asking to be helped up. "we won't be needing these." He mumbles jokingly before stripping me of my two layers of clothing.

He guides me into the water. It's the first time ever I haven't been physically able to dive head first and swim around. But instead I hold onto his hand, as we stand in the middle of the pond. I lean into his hard chest and we listen to each other's heart beats, and the irregular sound of the cicadas humming against the trees. "Let's dance." He suggests placing our hands where they should go to dance. We move in a tiny circle, my head resting on his chest and his head in the crook of my neck.

This moment is perfect. I think in my head and sigh into him once again.

"This moment is perfect ..." He whispers.

"It's like you can read my mind..." I reply in a soft hushed whisper.

"I always know what's on your mind."

"Oh yeah?" I challenge. "What am I thinking about right ... now?" I squeeze my eyes shut and think of a random thought.

"Your thinking 'i love you so fucking much Peeta Mellark, your so sexy.'" He answers confidently.

"Nope, your wrong." I smile. "I was thinking about how I could really eat some cheese buns right now."

"Your so complicated." He shakes his head.

"No I'm not." I counter.

He presses my lips to his roughly. And we don't break until both of us are lacking our breath. "Believe me ...." He waits to catch his stolen breath. "Believe me when I say ... you are the most complicated girl on the planet."

*****

Hey y'all. I know this chapter is really late and I know y'all have been waiting. But I've been busy lately. I love you all so I feel like I can share these things with you guys:

I just recently broke up with my boy - friend of almost two years after I found out he had been talking to other girls the entire duration of our relationship. We broke up two weeks ago.

So that's pretty terrible, but last week I met this guy. & he's my age, races at my grandparents race track and is an absolute sweetheart. We hung out literally all of the past week and weekend and he drives to my house every day to come see me even though we're half an hour away.

& my job starts in two weeks so idk how much I'll be able to update after it starts.

& this will be the second to last chapter of this story so enjoy it while it lasts & everyone needs to vote!

So yeah, I hope y'all enjoyed that small little tidbit of my life.

Thanks for reading.

Xoxo Kylee.
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