Finding the Missing Piece: Book 3

Chapter Seventy-Four

Katniss POV- (Later that night)

"Are you sure that you're okay?" Peeta asks me softly.

I shrug, "I'll never be fully okay without them, but I couldn't be happier than I am with you." I tell him.

I honestly don't know where I'd be without Peeta.

Would I be in college?

Living with my mom, acting just like her?

I don't know and honestly, I don't want to know what my life would be without him.

"You could be." He mumbles.

I look up into his bright blue eyes, "I wouldn't be." I shoot back.

"You know, if I could scramble you up just five more minutes with them, I would do it in a heartbeat." Peeta tells me.

I frown, "I know you would. Thank you."

He sets his hand on my back and kisses my shoulder blade. I close my eyes as he runs his hand up and down my back, making me warmer.

"If you asked me for the moon, I would find some way to get it for you." Peeta assures me.

I remember Prim telling me this once about Peeta.

I open my eyes and turn to him, "Peeta?" I ask with a half smile.

"Hm?"

"Will you get me the moon?" I ask softly with a faint laugh at the end.

He smiles, "Actually, I'll have to work on that."

I laugh a little, "You do that." I say.

"Are you ready for bed or do you want to stay up?"

I make a face.

"Nightmares." I murmur simply.

I'm sure to wake with tons of nightmares tonight.

"We could stay up all night." Peeta suggest.

"But I don't want you to get sick." I say.

He shakes his head, "Don't worry about me, I will be fine. I haven't done anything too exhausting and one night won't hurt. Besides, I'm sure we will both be passed out by 4am."

"Probably. If you look too tired you're going to bed whether you want it or not." I decide.

He nods, "Fine."

I laugh a little, "Fine."

"What do we do?" I ask him after a second of silence.

"Whatever we want."

I shrug, "I want to kiss you but I think it'd be wrong."

Peeta smiles and shakes his head, "That's okay."

I laugh a little, "Do you want to paint? We haven't painted together in forever."

He gives me a proud grin, "Only if you want to."

I smile back genuinely, "I want to paint. Can we paint our wedding?" I ask him.

"Of course. I'll go get the pictures. Do you want to paint in the kitchen or in my studio?"

I shrug, "The kitchen, please." I ask, not wanting to be upstairs all night and be constantly reminded of her by the pictures he's painted or my photographs.

He smiles, "Okay, let's go get everything. I have our pictures upstairs. I've been meaning to paint some soon."

I nod my head and we go up, he gets all the supplies we need and I grab the envelopes full of our wedding photos and carry them downstairs.