I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Cooking Dinner.

Today's my last day, Andler called telling me to be ready by noon tomorrow. I told Peeta when I had to leave, he wasn't happy but he helped me pack the bare minimum of clothes i'd need. This morning, my first order of business was to check our my mockingjay suit. It's still stained red, i sigh and ring the washcloth in my hand out into the bucket I'm using on the porch step. "Do you think this will look okay?" I ask Gale.

"It should, mine's stained red too." He laughs wiping off dirt from his chest plate. I hear fits of laugher and look up, finding ours spouses holding their toddlers giggling and playing. I lean my head on Gale's shoulder.

"I'm really gonna miss that." I whisper.

"Me too, that's why I got pictures taken of the both of them. Would you like me to get my camera so you can do the same?" He asks looking at me sideways smiling.

"Sure." I nod. He rubs my shoulders before standing and making off to his house. "Peeta, when Gale gets back come over here, we're going to take pictures." I call to him.

"Alright." He returns back to playing with Rye, who all of a sudden by himself stands on his toddler feet. He toddles over to Peeta and wraps his arms around him. Gale captures the moment perfectly taking a picture from a few feet away.

"His first steps!" I cry. I rush to them and fall on the ground next to the pair. "That's amazing." I smile. Peeta turns to me and kisses me slowly, one hand on my cheek and one on Rye's back. The camera snaps again, capturing yet another perfect moment.

"Stand and kiss now." Cressida says taking the camera from Gale's hands.

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We stayed like that the rest of the day, taking pictures and posing for the camera. I've never been one to love being in front of a camera; but for Peeta's sake I will. It will help me remember him, and Rye. Not that I hav a doubt I'll ever be able to forget their mesmerizing faces.

"Well what do you think we should do?" I ask happily in his arms. He strains his neck to look at the clock on the wall behind us.

"Well it's about supper time, why don't we cook dinner together this time?" He asks pinching my sides.

"Peeta, you know in good'a cook." I tell him biting my lip as I look up to him.

"Oh come on, with my help and guidance you could cook a feast fit for a king!" He bellows holding his hand in front of him. My eyes waver up to him cautiously. "Oh come on."

He stands lifting me from the couch, and twirls me in a circle before pulling me to the kitchen. He leaves me in the middle of the room while he smoothes flour on the counter and places a glob of dough there too. "Okay, now come here." He smiles motioning me towards him.

"I don't know what to do." I say hiding my face behind my hands.

"Come here." He smiles. He positions me so that my back is pressed up against his chest.

His large hands cover mine as he kneads the dough in a circular motion. "Now, it's all in the palms. Use your palms and press the dough into the counter and then fold it over like this."

He shows me the proper way to do it. Then once he decides it's finished, he places it in a pan. "Oats?" He asks me, I nod like a child as he finds them and sprinkles them on top along with the yeast. "Should be perfect." He smiles at me.

After playing the loaf in the oven, he wraps his arms around me. "Now, what about a roast?" He asks happily.

"Sure."

He releases me and looks in the freezer. He groans and looks back at me. "It would help if we had a roast to cook, wouldn't it?" He chuckles.

"Oh, no worries. I'll run to the hob quickly, no big deal." I shrug. "Shouldn't take more then half an hour."