Katniss' POV.

I wake up in the morning to feel the spot beside me empty and cold. I open my eyes to see that Peeta is not there. I immediatly feel worried about him, although he is probably down stairs making breakfast or something.

I stand up and run downstairs searching for Peeta.

I find him in the kitchen baking something.
I come closer to him and put my arms around his neck, resting my head in his shoulder.

"Good morning!" Peeta says brightly. The way he says it immediatly relaxes me. I was worried there could be something wrong with him, because it is five in the morning and Peeta is mixing ingredients in a bowl (sometimes he just comes downstairs in the middle of the night and starts doing things without even thinking, lost in some sort of illusion). But, by the sound of his voice, I can see he is fine.

"How long have you been up?" I ask, after kissing Peeta's cheek, and recieving a quick peck on the lips in return.

"A while now, I couldn't sleep." Peeta answers flatly, not once taking his eyes from the dough, as if he was scared it would run away or something. He is wearing that focused expression he always does when he is painting, like he used to do when he baked.

I frown "Was it a nightmare?" I ask.

Peeta grins "No, actually I had a dream. A good one." He say, satisfaction filling his tone.

I instantly smile "What was it about?"

"It was about my family. When my dad taught me how to frost cakes, I was there again. It was really nice, since I didn't even remember that. And when I woke up I felt like baking so I came downstairs and made some stuff." Peeta says happily.

I kiss his nose "That's great, Peeta."
Peeta kisses my nose and stands there staring at me with such affection, I couldn't feel any better. "What did you bake?" I ask, starting to feel hungry, with the delicious smell of freshly baked goods.

Peeta turns around and looks at the counter where he has many treats still cooking down on their trays.
"Uhh. Chocolate chip cookies, cheese buns, chocolate rolls and right now I'm baking cale to frost after."

"That sounds delicious! I say my mouth watering. Peeta is the best baker I've ever met, and it's nice to know he still hasn't lost that. I take one cheese bun from the tray, and devour it in two bites . "These are really good!" I say taking another one.

Peeta chuckles at my ferocity for eating cheesebuns and takes one for himself taking small bites at it. "I was thinking of something but I'm not sure of I should do it. I wanted your opinion." He says carefully, as of trying to find the right words.

"Sure, Peeta. What is it?" I ask, taking this time a cookie from the tray and eating it in one bite.

"You, really love eating don't you? How aren't you even fat?" Peeta jokes. I playfully punch his arm.

"Stop it! Your father than me!" I say , with the mouthfull, pocking his belly, making Peeta laugh.

"I'm not fat! I'm buff!" Peeta says, pretending to be offended.

"Sure." i sarcasticly say. "But now seriously, what did you want to tell me?"

"I kinda was thinking about reopening the bakery." Peeta says slowly, as if the words sound foreign to him.

I feel blissfull when Peeta says this. It means a little more of him is coming back. "Yes, Peeta! You should totally do it!" I say excitedly.

"I kinda was expecting you to say that, but I'm-"

I cut Peeta off by kissing Peeta full in the mouth, stopping him from saying anything against it and changing his mind about the bakery. I can also sense he is scared about it, That it'll bring bad memories. "Don't worry Peeta. I'll be with you all the way." I say as I pull away.

"You really think I should?" Peeta insists.

"Yes, I really think you should. Plus, it could also help your memories and such." I say unsurely. Peeta knows what I mean, 'it could help the hijacking, but neither me nor Peeta wants to say the words out loud. When Peeta was hijacked he suffered a serious memory lost. Thw memories were still there, but they were to fuzzy and lixes up so that he could understand any of it, and I know, although it is a little better, the memories are still confusing. Specially from when he was a child. I always try to help him with that, but there's not much I can do, since I only officially met Peeta when we were 16.

Peeta nods "I guess your right, I should do it." he says this time more motivated.

"Yes. Of course I'm right!" I say, eating another cookie. Since I came downstairs I still haven't stopped eating.

"You want me to bake anything else? You seem... eager to eat some more." Peeta asks chuckling.

"I guess you could bake me some more cookies, but frost them this time!" I say, already drooling over the cookies in my mind.

"Sure. Let me just put the cale in the oven." Peeta says cleaning his hands in the appron he is wearing. I'm actually glad he is using one, because it is already covered in flour and such.

"Before you actually touch in anything, I suggest you to wash your hands. I don't want anything dirty in my place." I say mockingly.

"Okay, cookie." he jokes.

I scowl at my new nickname. "You better not joke much, or I'll shove your paintbrushes up Haymitch's ass." I say fake threatingly.

Peeta looks both amused and disgusted "You wouldn't dare!" He says.

"Or what?" I ask crossing my arms raising an eyebrow.

"Or your extremily perfect hair will be soon covered in flour" Peeta threatens back, a grin crossing his face.

"You think my hair is perfect? Oh my, Thank you." I say, mimicking the last part in a Capitol accent.

Peeta chuckles and turns around going to do whatever baking think he was doing.

"Are the bakery rubbles in your name?" I ask.

"What?" Peeta asks, turning around, in reaction to the word rubble. "Oh, yeah. I think it is but I really don't have any idea."

I chuckle "We can fix that." I say.

"I was thinking of building it the exact way it was, you know, to have a little of the old District 12 with us." Peeta adds.

This brings a smile to my face. It'll be as if nothing ever happened. Although it did. For some reason I start imagining how would life be without the games. Would I have married Gale, or fallen in love with Peeta instead. My heart skips a beat as I imagine if Peeta and I had met without the games. Like two normal people.Falling in love slowly, without having the pressure of having to please a whole maruim and its evil president. I wonder if that happened, would Peetastill work in the bakery? Something tells me that his mother wouldn't be particularly pleased about him marrying a seam girl. Maybe he would have to work in the mines. But I know I would never be able to let Peeta work there, scared it would happen the same thing it happened with my father. Who knows, Maybe we would even have a family.
Probably not, but we never know.

But I do know one thing, Maybe having a family with Peeta wouldn't be bad at all.