Katniss POV.
I run out my door to Peeta's house.
"PEETA!" I yell. "PEETA!"
Peeta bursts out of his door when he listens to me calling for him, eyes wide, worried expression. But when he sees my smile the expression changes into a curious one. "What happened?" He asks.
I stop running. "The Primroses!" I take a break to breath "The primroses have bloomed!" I say excited.
A goofy happy grin is plastered in Peeta's face. "Really?!"
"Yeah! Come see!"
Both me and Peeta run to my front lawn, I can't wait for him to see the delicated flowers that named my sister. It doesn't even hurt that much to think about her. I guess That's good, Peeta says That's what she would've wanted.
We are in the middle of the Spring right now, it's been five months since the Rebellion and things are starting to get better. Me and Peeta get closer very days, and I've started realizing I might really love this boy. I think he still loves me, Haymitch keeps saying that. It actually seems impossible that he can love me, after what they told me in 13, that he would never be the same again, I'm really happy that he came back to me.
We started working on that memories book, and it has helped both me and Peeta a lot, and at the same time it is our way to honour and remember all the people that meant something to us.
"They're beautiful." Peeta says.
My smile only goes wider.
"I guess we should celebrate" he suggests.
"What do you want to do?"
"Why don't we do a picnic in your back yard, under the willow, you know"
I smile even more. "How about our gardening duties?" I ask.
"It's still early, we can try to do it faster." Peeta says. I look at my watch, it is still 7 in the morning.
"I supposed we could. And in the afternoon we could start redecoring my house! I wanted to paint a mural in the backgarden's wall." I agree.
"Well, what are we waiting for then? Let's run!"
We tend the flowers in the gardens and then go to my house, where, as usual Greasy Sae is in the kitchen.
We prepare a basket with sandwiches, Juice and fruit, and go to the backgarden.
Peeta places a towel in the grass and takes off the food.
we both sit and start eating.
"These are really good!" Peeta says, talking about the sandwiches.
"They'd be better if it had been you who made the bread." I say.
"I guess" Peeta answers quietly. I know he is taking a break from baking and all but I really miss his cheesebuns. And don't push him to it though, he could have a flashback and nine of us wants that.
"I think life is finally starting to get good." I say.
Peeta smiles that smile that only he can make. "So true."
"It would only be better of she was here." I mumble, looking at the ground, playing with the weeds.
"I know, but she is in a better place now. Looking after you." he says. The idea of Prim looking after me makes me smile, because all These years it was me who fed. her and took the mother's roll in her life.
"I'd like that." I say, a smile growing in the corner of my lips. "I bet your family is there too, watching for you." I mumble. Peeta also lost his whole family to the fire, when District 12 was bombed.
"I wish they were here, though. Specially my mother, I was never able to make things right with her. If I could only have more five minutes" he says.
I look up at him, now it's Peeta who is looking at the ground. "After we won the first Games I had a fight with her. I wanted to say goodbye to her, make things right after the Reaping for the Quarter Quell, but we weren't alloud to."
I reach for his hand and squeeze it, ressurgingly. Only if I had a way with words like Peeta does.
"You should make things right with your mother too, you know. Take the chance while you can." Peeta says.
My mother, the one who left me and Prim after my father died, and then left me after Prim died. I know she also went through a lot, but it would have been easier if we had gone through it together. She was special to me to.
"I don't know if I can ever forgive her." I whisper.
"I used to think that too, you know. When she beat me or yelled at me, but now I wish I had forgiven her, I really do." he says. A small silence follows this conversation, until Peeta speaks up again. "Would you do it for me?" He asks.
"What?"
"Would you call your mother tonight, and make things right with her? For me ?" He asks again, more convincigly.
"Okay, for you, and your family." I say quietly.
"And Prim" he adds.
I nod. "I'll call her tonight."
"Thank you."
Peeta pulls me into his arms in a hug and I sit in his lap. I smile at him, he smiles back.
Peeta picks up something from grass. It's a brigth yellow dandelion,vlike the one I saw that day when Peeta saved my life by throwimg me that bread. The first thing that the dandelion reminds me is hope. Peeta puts the flower behind my ear.
Spending all These days together with him has helped me realize I couldn't live without him. I go back to when we were in that mission in the Capitol and I overheard Peeta's and Gale's conversation about me. I remember Gale's words like it was yesterday: 'She will choose the one she cannot life without'. At first I got mad at that coment. but now I understand it. I don't need Gale's fire to survive, I have enough fire myself. All I need is a yellow dandelion, a sumulo of hope, that life can get better. And only Peeta can give me that.
And this makes me say I love him, Peeta Mellark, and I can't live without him.
"What are you thinking about?" Peeta pulls me out of my daze.
"Huh, flowers?" That comes out more like a question.
"I was thinking of the mural we are going to paint in the wall." Peeta says.
"We? No, you will paint it. I don't want to ruin it." I say. I rest my head in Peeta's lap, positioning myself in a way I can look straight into his blue eyes.
"It won't be special if you don't paint it with me." he argues.
"But I like to watch you. Can't I just judge your work?" I joke.
Peeta rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
"Get used to it, I always get what I want." I say sarcasticly
He laughs. "Okay then. I don't know how I can put up with you everydays." he teases.
"You lie! You love me!" I fire back.
"Whatever you say, madam."
I lay on the grass, playing with the dandelions, while watching Peeta's concentrares face painting the mural.
That's how we spend our afternoon, and it was the best I've had in long.
"Done!" Peeta says excitedly. He steps back so that I can see the mural and I stand up. My mouth drops open.
Peeta painter a green forest, full with animals, colourful flowers, a paradise. In the orange, like the sunset, sky there are mockingjays flying around. This is the most heavenly sight I've ever seen, only Peeta could do that.
Tears of hapiness escape my eyes.
"Peeta, it's so beautiful." I say.
"I figure you'd like it, having a piece of the woods right out of your door." he says, scratching the back of his neck.
I run up to him and jump on top of him, embracing in a tight hug.
"Thank you. Thank you so much for everything." I choke out, holding him very close to me, and I won't ever let go.
"I'd do anything for you Katniss." Peeta mumbles into my hair.
"I know."
I stroke his soft blond curles, that I love so much.
Before I even think twice I pull his lips into mine and kiss him, just for me.
The tanglung feeling I had in he Cave in the first Games and the beach comes back. Goosebumps and butterfliea. I love this tingling feeling. He pulls back to breath, obviously not expecting the kiss, I place my head on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat, which is going fast as hell.
"Your heartbeat is so fast" i mumble
He kisses the top of my head. "You have no idea the effect you have." He quotes himself.
I look up and smile, he looks at me lovingly.
"Let's go have dinner." I say pulling him inside, our hands interlock.