I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Blur.

This chapter is dedicated to daydreamdalliances for the pun "spearing people is just plain rue'd".

*Two Weeks Later*

My agitated breaths are shallow and fast as I continue to scribble wedding nonsense onto a piece of paper. I'm so behind, we have basically no planning finalized. Peeta's never home anymore; ever since the bakery reopened he spends most of his time there. I continue to bounce a three month old Rye on my knee. He begins to babble his small nonsense I kiss his forehead and continue to write. It's four-thirty, only half an hour till Peeta gets home.

When I can't take it no more I crinkle the paper and throw the paper and pen against the wall. "Come on." I whisper wrapping my shawl around my neck and placing him in the sling. I lock the door behind me and make my way into Annie and Fin's house.

"Hi Katniss." He smiles looking up at my tired face.

"Hi sweetie." I smile rubbing his soft head of hair. "Where is your mother?"

"In the kitchen, she's singing." He grins a toddler grin before waddling off into the living room.

I round the corner to find her bent over the counter with a small piece of paper laying on the countertop. Her face lays in her hands as she looks to me. "Annie." I breath finding that the picture was of Finnick. "Are you okay?" I whisper.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I like to look at his picture everyday to remember him. Not that I would be able to with Fin in the house." I smile. "Is everything okay with you?" She asks placing a hand on my upper arm.

"Can we go, can we go talk?" I let out a shaky breath.

"Of course, let's go to the patio out back." I nod and we make our way there. She takes Rye from me holding him like a priceless artifact as we speak. "What's a matter?" Her kind voice asks.

"Just the wedding stuff." I breath. "He's not interested in helping at all, won't make decisions; won't do anything. Ever since we filed the restraining order on Delly he's been distant. And when I try talking to him about it he just says he's stressed from working at the bakery."

"Oh Katniss, Jo told you best herself 'love is weird.' " She lets out a small crooked smile. "He still hugs and kisses you right?" I nod slowly. "Then maybe he is just stressed."

"Okay." I whisper. "It just hurts you know? After everything we've been through you'd think he'd be the first to be clingy and want to help with the wedding."

"What all do you still have to decide?" She asks quietly.

"My dress, the tables and food, wether or not we want to do a toasting.." I say.

"Well that's easy, there's not much there to do. I could help you if you need."

"Would you like to come dress shopping with me?" I ask.

"Yes! Of course." She giggles. "But for now I think you should go see Peeta at the bakery."

"Alright." I smile.

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My feet carry me over the gravel of district twelve. I round the corner of the bakery and find that all the lights are off. But I do see his strong muscle figure in the kitchen lights. A figure darts around and I step inside.

"Peeta?" I call.

"Katniss?" His voice sounds shocked. "I think you should go home." Is the first thing from his lips.

"Why?" I find the light switch and turn it on just in time to find Peeta kissing Delly. I drop to my knees careful not to hurt Rye. "Peeta why?" I sob. "No! No no!"

He never loved me.

I set Rye down.

He never loved me. He's a mutt. I hate him.

"I hate you Peeta Mellark." I growl.

"Katniss please!" He sobs. "Let me explain"

"No! Your a evil person. You've probably been with Delly the whole time!" I shout ripping at my hair.

"She kissed me."

"No I didn't, you kissed me." She crosses her arms over her chest.

"Your a mutt." I growl. "A nasty, good for nothing mutt." I try to slash the mutt's skin with a knife I found on the counter. But it doesn't work.

"GET OUT KATNISS!" He screams taking a baby into his arms.

I run from the building and straight home, this isn't me. It's the Capitol. I take two of the prescribed pills and take deep breaths until I hear the door open and close. "I don't want to hear you excuses, I guess the wedding's off." I shrug.

"Katniss." He pleads. "Just let me explain and it will all make sence."

"Fine." I growl. He puts Rye to sleep and sits on the couch next to me.

"I had gotten a call about a cake and told them to just come see me. So when the customer did it was Delly, she turned the lights off and told me that she was going to take what was her's. Then you walked in..did you have an attack Katniss?" He asks calmly.

"Y-Yes. Seeing you with her, it just drove me crazy."

"Do you believe me?" He asks taking my hand.

"Yes." I nod. He pulls me towards him for a kiss.

Later that day at dinner, I work up the nerve to ask about our wedding. "So, do you still want to get married?" I ask pushing my peas across my plate. They begin to blend with the juice of the lamb Peeta roasted. "I get it if after everything today you want to wait or not do it at all."

He grabs my hand stopping me from moving my vegetables. "Why would I still want to marry you?" He asks compassion filling his baby blue eyes.

"Because, I-uh I don't know." I stop myself from saying something dumb.

"Just know that I love you, and plan to never ever leave you. Okay?"

"Okay." I smile and lean across the table to kiss him. I smile into the kiss pulling away for half a second for air before he pulls me back in. After a minuet I finally retract. "Can I finish eating first?" I ask with a giggle.

"I guess." He pretends to sulk.

I finish dinner and help him wash the minimal dishes we used. When we are finished I wrap my arms around his neck and  he slowly pushes me against the counter. His strong arms pull me up and sets me down on the counter. His lips find mine and his hands rub circles on my thighs. "Can we ... Can we go upstairs..." I breath into his neck as he trails kisses down my neck.

"Yeah." Gracefully I slip down and take his head leading him to the bedroom. I lay down on my back on the bed and kiss him slowly.

"Ryes asleep." I breath into his neck.

"Quickly?" He whispers his hands roaming to my bra. He pulls back as if asking for permission.

I nod, and the rest of the night becomes a blur.