Reuniting Our Lives

First Day As An Engaged Couple

I wake up the next morning in Peeta's arms, and admire my ring for a few minutes until he wakes up. He catches me twirling it around my finger and I see him smile at me. I smile back and we stay like that until Peeta kisses the end of my nose, making me shudder inside.

"We should go back to the house and get some food inside of you," Peeta says. My grumbling stomach agrees with him as we get up from the floor and head back to the house, me still in disbelief that this could all be happening. On the walk back, I start dreaming up a wedding similar to the one I had in my dream. This time, though, I want my wedding to be in the Meadow, so that all of the people that had died when Twelve was bombed could be there with us in spirit, and because Peeta and I have made so many happy memories there since the rebellion ended.

We reach the house as I'm still daydreaming about the wedding, Peeta taking notice, but not mentioning it. We walk inside and I ask him to get his sketch pad. He looks at me questioningly, wondering why I'm asking him to get that, when usually, I tell him to put it away since he's usually drawing me.

"I want you to draw what the wedding will look like. Not the wedding that I dreamt up before when my entire life was a dream, but the one that I thought of on our way home," I say when Peeta comes back downstairs.

"What about breakfast?"

"You get started on breakfast, and I'll draw, then." We both laugh, but go about doing our own separate things. After getting eight stick figures drawn, and other circles representing peoples' heads in the crowd, I decide to give up and take a shower instead.

When I come back downstairs and into the kitchen, Peeta is just flipping the last pancake and setting them out on plates when Haymitch walks through the door.

"Good to know that you kids didn't eat without me," Haymitch says as he stumbles to the table. He must've run out of spirits to be this tipsy and even here to begin with.

"Good morning, Haymitch," Peeta says while sitting down. We all start to eat our breakfast, Haymitch scarfing it down quickly, Peeta and I eating like normal people and trying to strike up even an ounce of conversation with Haymitch. He walks out of the house before even noticing the ring on my finger, quickly finding his way back to his house.

I grab Peeta's right hand with my left, and he starts to play with the ring he gave me. I stare at our intertwined hands and glance up at his face to find he was doing the same as I was. He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing it.

"I love you."

"I love you, too, Peeta. So much."

"Shall we go draw out your wedding, then?"

"It's your wedding, too, you know. And I already drew it," I say while showing him the child-like drawing if the wedding, arrows pointing at people indicating who they are. Peeta gives out a light chuckle.

"I can't even tell where this is. And I suppose none of the wedding party or guests are allowed to wear clothes?"

"What? Of course they can wear clothes! I prefer it."

"None of them have clothes on. They're just sticks. If you ask me," Peeta says while I slap him. "What was that for?"

"You made fun of my drawing. I spent a good ten minutes on that. But if you think you can do better in that short of time, be my guest."

"I'll do you one better. I'll be your fiancée for however long you want, and then I'll be your husband. How does that sound?" Peeta's words make my heart melt as I envision the wedding once more.

"It sounds wonderful," I say as he pulls out fresh paper and begins to draw out wedding exactly as I describe it, and better.

A/N: Aww, they're cute. I posted a new story that's just a chapter right now, but it was a weird dream I had last night that was a Hunger Games that took place in my backyard. I promise, it's cooler than you may be thinking. I'll try to update that and this quickly, but my grandma is here for a week from Arizona, so don't expect too much from me.

~Rachel