Katniss P.O.V.

It's been three years. Three years since Peeta received his hijacking antidote. Three years since Paylor resigned from her position. Three years since Peeta was elected president of Panem. Three years since me and Peeta moved to the Capitol.

It took us about two hours to realize there was no way we could live in the mansion. Too many bad memories for the both of us. So now we live in a house exactly like the ones in the Victor's Village back in 12. It's not too far away from the mansion, but far away enough where we won't be haunted by bad memories every time we step out our door. Peeta still uses the mansion for his office, but he doesn't stay there long each day. Maybe three to four hours, then he comes home to me.

As I now sit on the couch and wait for Peeta to come home, I can't help but wonder what tonight's going to be like. Tomorrow will be mine and Peeta's fourth anniversary, and so far, every year on the night before our anniversary he asks me for the same thing. A baby. And every year I have given Peeta the same, truthful answer.

"Peeta, I promise that I want kids just as much as you do. I'm not just saying that either. But I don't know if I'm ready for them. I'm afraid I'll be a terrible mother."

Peeta always responds with words of encouragement, but then he tells me that he understands. This year though, I finally can't wait any longer. I can't live another year wondering what would have happened if I had just said yes.

I'm snapped back to reality when the door opens. I walk over to Peeta to greet him.

"Hi honey," I say as I kiss Peeta. A couple years ago, we started calling each other nicknames like honey and sweetie. Peeta even calls me Kat sometimes. At first, I told him to quit calling me that. But now, I actually like it.

"Hey Kat," Peeta says as he pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my head on his chest.

"Did you have a good day?" I ask Peeta as I look up at him. Peeta shrugs his shoulders.

"It was okay," Peeta says as he holds me closer. "But it became great when I finally got to come home to you." That's Peeta for you. Always knowing to say.

"Whatever," I say.

"I'm serious," Peeta says, pretending to sound offended.

"Sure you are," I say sarcastically as I playfully roll my eyes.

"I guess I'll just have to prove it to you," Peeta says as he leans in for a kiss. Our lips are just about to meet when Peeta's hands go to my sides and he starts tickling me.

"Peeta stop!" I shriek as I laugh and try to get free.

"Why would I?" Peeta asks as he tickles me even harder. I'm laughing so hard now that I can hardly breathe.

"So I can catch my breath," I say, still laughing. Peeta stops long enough for me to catch my breath, then he goes right back to tickling me.

"Stop!" I say as I swat his hands.

"Why?" Peeta asks again. "This is fun."

"For you!" I say as I smile and finally break free. "Besides, if you don't stop, then I'll never be able to finish supper."

"What are you cooking?" Peeta asks.

"Spaghetti," I reply.

"You can thank me," Peeta says. I raise my eyebrows at him.

"Thank you for what?" I ask.

"For teaching you to cook," Peeta replies. I playfully slap his arm.

"Go sit down and try to behave while I finish supper," I say as I point to the living room. Peeta smiles and kisses my cheek before he walks off. When the food gets done, I set the table and we both sit down to eat. Supper is quiet unlike it usually is when we both have plenty to talk about.

Right now, we both have plenty on our minds. And I guarantee we're thinking about the same thing. I look over at Peeta who has a blank expression on his face. I want to say something about what's on my mind, but I decide to wait for Peeta to bring it up.

We finish eating about the same time. Peeta stands up and sets his plate in the sink.

"I'll do the dishes tonight," Peeta says as he turns to face me. I look at him and smile. He's so sweet and helpful.

"I might take you up on that offer someday. But for now, why don't you go relax? You're the one that works all day. All I do is sit around the house," I say as I stand up.

"All I do is sit behind a desk. You clean all day," Peeta says.

"Exactly," I say as I walk over to Peeta. "So that makes me the expert and that means I should wash the dishes." Peeta looks at me and shakes his head.

"Stubborn," he says as he playfully rolls his eyes.

"You should know by now not to argue with me then," I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"You've got a point there," Peeta says as his arms snake around my waist and our lips meet.

"I've always got a point," I say as Peeta chuckles. He pulls me in and I rest my head on his chest. I can't stand it anymore. I can't sit around and wait for Peeta to bring it up any longer. I open my mouth to speak, but Peeta starts to walk off.

"Where are you going?" I ask him.

"I'm going to paint while you do the dishes like you insisted," Peeta says smiling.

"Okay," I say. "I'll be done in a minute." I start to clean up as Peeta goes upstairs to his artroom. We have three extra bedrooms, so Peeta turned one into an artoom. We turned another one into a guestroom, and the last one's left empty in hopes of one day turning it into a nursery.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I leave the dishes where they're at and go upstairs to find Peeta coming out of his artoom. When he looks up and sees me, he nervously smiles.

"What's wrong?" I ask as we walk towards each other.

"I need to ask you something," Peeta says.

"Okay," I reply. "Anything." Peeta waits a minute like he's considering something. He takes a deep breath and then speaks up.

"Would you want to visit District 12 tomorrow?" Peeta asks. "We haven't been there for a while."

"Sure. That sounds fine," I reply. "But Peeta, I know that's not what you wanted to ask me."

"No, it's not," Peeta admits as he sits down on the top step.

"You're worried I'll say no again, aren't you?" I ask as I sit down beside of him. Peeta nods his head. "Then you have nothing to worry about," I say, hoping that he gets the message.

"Katniss," Peeta starts to say. "It's just that... Wait. What did you just say?"

"I said that you don't have to worry about me saying no anymore," I reply with a smile. Peeta's face lights up as the reality of what I just said sinks in.

"You mean, you're saying yes?" Peeta asks as tears threaten to fall down his face. I nod my head as I feel my own tears wetting my cheeks.

"Yes Peeta," I reply. "I'm finally ready to have a baby."