Peeta.

Alive and here. Safe from Snow. Here with me.

I no longer have to dread our separation.

Haymitch opens the door to where Peeta is and gestures me in. I slowly walk in, getting nervous yet more excited.

He's already awake, sitting on the side of the bed, looking bewildered as a trio of doctors reassure him, flash lights in his eyes, check his pulse.

I wish my face was the first he saw when the gas wore off. But at least he can see it now.

"Peeta." I exasperate and he slowly turns around. Then I see his face, battered and bruised. I should be the one sitting there.

He looks towards the floor and pushes himself to stand up. I walk cautiously to where he stands. He follows my body with his eyes as I come to him.

Coming ever so close, I see the tears in his eyes. I bring my hands up to hold both his cheeks and sobs escape his mouth quietly.

"Peeta." Is all I can say and he pulls me into a hug. A tight hug. Tears fall down my face as I know he is here, in my embrace. I feel him shaking as his hands hold my back, holding me close against his chest.

We both slowly drop to our knees, no one holding us back.

He's fine. He's here. He's fine.

We break our heads away from each others shoulders. Staring into each others eyes.

I smile the widest I have in months and press my lips to him. His lips stay to mine and I feel the loving hunger once again. My hands tangle in his blonde curls and he slips his hands up to hold my cheeks.

When we break, I exclaim my statement towards him. "I love you Peeta. I love you so much Peeta." I cry harder and lean my forehead against his. "Stay with me?" I ask.

I look at him once again, silent tears still falling down his cheeks at the sight of me.

"Always."