Reuniting Our Lives

Epic-er Part Two

I stand in front of Peeta, struggling to find the words. I've wanted this for so long, and now that I have the opportunity to marry the man I love, for some reason, I feel as though I can't. There's something holding me back, and I can't place what it is. All I do is stand there with tears pouring out of my eyes as though they're faucets with and endless water supply, and cover most of my face with my hands.

I peek through a crack in my hands to see Peeta's face utterly devastated, which only causes me to cry even more. I try to think of any reason why I shouldn't marry him, and end up with countless voices speaking in my head, fighting with one another, consuming all of my thoughts.

You're both mentally unstable.

You don't have to get married straight away.

If he gets a flashback, what will happen to you?

What if he leaves you?

He would never leave me! Would he?

You don't want children. That's all Peeta has ever dreamed of, is having children of his own.

What about Gale? Do you love him?

That makes me stop. Why would I be thinking about Gale, someone I haven't seen in a year at a time where I could finally be happy?

"Katniss will pick whoever she thinks she can't survive without."

These words haven't rung in my ears in so long, that I had almost forgotten them. Who can't I survive without? If it were to be Gale, it would be for extra meat from hunting, and having a hunting partner. But if it were Peeta, it would be someone that has been through the Games with me, who has loved me for many years, and whose love only faltered at the destructive hand of the Capitol. Peeta reminds me of the boisterous ways of the Capitol, but we got through it together. He reminds me of a kind of love I didn't know it was possible. Gale, on the other hand reminds me of my father's death, of our constant mockery of the Capitol, but, most of all, the death of my sister. I still don't know for certain if he made the command to have them dropped, but it was his idea, his plan for the bomb that killed her, and nearly killed me. And so, I make the obvious decision.

"Yes, Peeta. I will marry you! I wouldn't have it any other way!" I say while kneeling down on the ground to meet his eyes and hugging him, getting snot and tears all over his nice shirt. He hugs me back, and we just sit there, a crying mess, so happy for the next chapter in our lives.

We pull away from each other just enough for Peeta to put the ring on my finger, and I pull him in for a kiss that's starts soft and sweet. I pull away when I feel a headache from the crying coming on, and grab two blankets from the corner; one to lay on, and one to cover me and my fiancée. Such a strange word to describe someone who seems more special to me than that. But until I become as good with words as Peeta, I will call him my fiancée until the day when I can finally call him my husband.

I fall asleep to the sound of Peeta's heartbeat as he kisses my throbbing temples, seeming to take away the pain.

A/N: Guys! You rock! I love you all so much for being so dang patient with my weird and random updates. Here's what's up. My friends and I are having a competition of who can finish the Harry Potter series the fastest, so I've had to do that, and talk to people and do college prep stuff and write songs for my album that I hope to get produced in the future! Well, I'll try to get going with all that, and sorry for the short update, but I felt like you guys needed an answer of if she would say yes or no... You guys already know I'm evil enough to change it to no, so you're welcome for being so nice!

~Rachel