I woke up from a nightmare-free sleep in the arms of Peeta. I smiled as I realised that we were in our new house that Peeta had built and that we were almost married.
'Hey sleepy-head!' I whispered, smoothing down Peeta's adorable curls!
'Hey. How about breakfast! I'm starving,' Peeta groaned, sitting up and giving me a soft kiss.
'Ha! You're always hungry Peeta!' I laughed standing up and giving him a playful punch,
'Am not!' He retorted swinging me up onto his shoulders. A laugh escaped my lips as he ran through a door and onto the kitchen.
'Wow..' I gasped staring at the sleek surfaces, the lovely island in the middle to eat,
'Holy shit Peeta. I love it!' I giggled, sounding like an excited 3 year old.
'And I'm the cook here!' Peeta smirked swinging me back up onto his shoulders.
'Shall I continue with the tour m'am?' Peeta said, with a posh accent.
'Oh course kind sir!' I responded keeping the game up. Peeta suddenly pulled me forwards so that I was upside down and in front of his face. He kissed me gently and I responded. Fire shot through my body and I let out a small groan. Peeta smirked and throw me back up onto his shoulders and ran of..