I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Flashback.

The next mornin I wake wrapped in Peeta's arms and look around. For a split second I'm ready to jump from the bed to fight for my life, but that's because I'm in a different place than usual. My mind forms a few clear thoughts as I lay with my fiancée.

The war is over.
Snow is dead.
Coin is dead too.
Everyone might be safe.
But I will never be.
I am the president of district twelve.

Peeta stirs beside me and I place my lips gingerly on his and close my eyes. When I open them he's staring back at me with awe.

"Good morning." I whisper.

"Hey." He replies closing his eyes again pulling me closer. "Why are you up so early?" He asks in a hoarse morning voice.

"Aren't we spending the day together?" I ask carefully.

"Don't we do that everyday?"

"Aren't we doing something special and fun today?"

"What did you have in mind?" He asks stretching.

"We could make breakfast, eat and pack a picnic, go into the woods and spend the day in the meadow. And we could talk about the bakery." I suggest.

"That sounds good." He agrees and stands from the bed. "You get dressed and ready, I'll start breakfast." I nod into his now standing figure. "Oh and Katniss."

"Yes?" I ask.

"I love you." I smile.

"Meh." I joke.

"Meh? What does that mean?" He pretends to be offended. "You don't love me?" He falls dramatically onto the bed and pretends to cry.

"Oh don't be such a baby." I tease crawling on top of him and stratling him. "Don't be a baby." I repeat poking his sides. He squirms under me until he pulls my head down and kisses me hard; yet soft. Our lips move in sync and we kiss until we need air. Peeta pulls me back down into him and we kiss again. Suddenly something smashes downstairs and I shriek jumping off him and down the stairs.

I hear him close behind me but when I see what's downstairs I stop.

Buttercup.

Peeta runs into my back but I stayed glued to the floor. I watch as the cat makes his way to Prim's spot at the table and cries. "She's dead." I spit. He cries again. "She dead!" I say even louder tears threatening to spill.

"Didn't you hear me?! SHES DEAD! SHES DEAD AND SHES NEVER COM BACK!" The stupid cat doesn't move, I find the nearest cup and throw it at the stupid animal. "I SAID SHES DEAD! LEAVE GET OUT!" I scream slobber spilling down my chin and throat tight from crying. The cat jumps onto counter top again right in front of me and I hurl yet another plate at him. He cries again.

Suddenly it's too much and I make awful noises. Buttercup cried again and looks at me. "She's never coming back.. She's dead and never coming back.." I whisper to myself. I take the ugly cat into my arms and sob hard into his fur. My feet gently guide us to the floor and their I sob harder and harder as his mews seem to sound strangled and sadder. Almost if he understands what's happening and he's crying also. "It's okay, it's okay. We're fine, no ones going to hurt you. I promise, I won't let them." I coo with my voice strangled and scratchy.

My eyes find Peeta's and his are red and puffy also, he watches me watch him carefully. "Katniss I'm sorry. I know how much she-"

"Stop." I whimper. "I've heard that too many times already." He nods shortly before standing. He begins to make breakfast silently as I pet the cat.