Finding the Missing Piece: Book 3

Chapter Forty-Nine

Katniss POV- (The following day-Monday)

"Peeta, what do you want for dinner?" I ask, peeking my head around the corner into the living room where he lays on the couch, watching tv.

Peeta looks over and shakes his head and seems to come out of a daze, "Huh?" He asks.

"What do you want for dinner?" I repeat.

"I can make it, Katniss." He says, standing up.

I shake my head, "No, you rest. I can make it. You never let me make dinner." I push.

He's made me dinner almost every night for over a year, unless he is sick or gone and I think it's my time to start making him dinner occasionally.

I feel bad because Peeta does almost everything in the house.

He cleans, cooks, does laundry a lot of the times and provides us with money and I don't do much at all.

I'm not complaining at all but I just feel guilty, I may start looking for a job again soon.

He gives me a stink face and I return it with a scowl, "Go, I don't want to hear it." I say pushing him towards the couch.

"Wait." Peeta says, grabbing my hands and pulling me towards him and into his arms.

"What?" I ask, hugging his waist.

He kisses the top of my head, "I love you."

I smile happily, looking up with my hand on his chest. I kiss his cheek and he smiles and walks away, plopping back onto the couch.

I turn around and walk back into the kitchen and sit at the island, trying to figure out what to make.

"Peeta! Come here. I need you to help me come up with dinner ideas and then I want you to leave!" I call after about five minutes.

"Why can't I just help you?" He hollers back.

"Because I said, now come here!"

Seconds later, he appears in the kitchen next to me, "What?"

"I need ideas. You never gave me any." I say.

"I was too distracted on the fact you don't want my help."

"I would love your help but I want to make it by myself. For you."

Peeta shrugs, "Why?" He laughs.

I give him just the hint of a smile, "Because, you always do everything around here."

Peeta smiles, "I do not."

I laugh and hug him once more, needing some more of his affection.

"Yes, you do. Since we have lived together, you have done almost everything unless you were sick or gone."

He laughs knowingly, "I have not. You help me."

"Barely. You don't even make me walk half the time, you carry me all over the place." I say, laughing. 

I'm kind of exaggerating but he carries me a lot, just because.

"That's because you're my princess and I love holding you." He smiles.

"Well, I want to start helping you more." I say.

He nods and sits down next to me at the island, "How about we make lamb stew?"

I shrug, "How about I make lamb stew?" I correct him.

He chuckles, "Okay, you can make lamb stew."