The hunger games; growing together

5-Planning

We sit at the table with many different pictures infront of us. Who knew planning a wedding would be this hard.

Peeta wanted to make a scrapbook of all our wedding plans. He said it will be fun to look back on in a few years, but it's very time consuming and the big day is only one month away. I watch Peeta's hands as the hold the paint brushes on the paper. The way he works his hands in such a way it creates a beautiful picture is just amazing. So talented. At the moment he is painting a picture of Lilies which we have chosen the be the flowers for the wedding. We did consider the flowers to be Primroses, but I just cry when I see them as it's only been a 3 years since she left the world. However, I want my sister to be a part of this, so I will have a few primroses mixed in with my bouquet: she can be with me as I walk down the aisle.

"Whose going to be your best man? Rusk?" I ask. Peeta nods his head. Rusk and Peeta became friends after the war, both of them having a love for bread. Rusk owned a bakery in district 8 before the war: but moved to 12 as the memories were too painful as his whole family died there.

I hear a meow and whip my head round. Beside my feet I see buttercup. He lets out another hideous meow. "Stupid cat probably wants more food, fat thing." Peeta giggles. "Katniss he's not stupid he's sweet." Peeta has a soft spot for animals too, like prim. I really don't see what's to like about cats. Only thing good about this one is he reminds me of prim.

I pour the food from the pouch to the bowl and place it on the floor: he laps it up in a matter of seconds and meows at me again. "That's your lot." I say before returning to the table. "Who's going to walk you down the aisle?" Peeta asks. This is a sad question. It should be my father, and it's so sad to think he's not here to see this day, and prim. Prim always spoke about her dream wedding when we were younger. I know she would be so excited for this day. But seeing as I have no father, I let the next person I have to that walk me down. "Haymitch?" I ask. "I haven't actually asked him yet but I'll think he'll be okay with that." I smile.

"I'm sure he'll be happy too."