Everlark: finding love, an after mockingjay story

Chapter 4 Outside

Katniss's P.O.V
I wake up by Sae knocking on the door downstairs. I get up quickly as I do and go downstairs, grab a blanket on the way to put on shoulders.

"Hey girl!" Sae greets me.

"Hey" i reply rubbing my eyes

"Did you sleep? Oh sorry I shoudn't have woke you!" She shouts at the end.

"Eehrm. It's okaayy"

"Anyways I brought you vegetable soup. I got the last vegetables from last year's harvest. But don't worry there will be some in a month when they get first this year's harvest" she says smiling kindly.

"It looks good" I smile her back.

"Thanks girl. So I guess you're starting to heal a bit! Yesterday you were just lying in the couch like usual. And I can see and smell that you've even cleaned this house! Ehat exactly made you get up and do these things, girl? Is some boy maybe affecting or..?" She smirks at the end.
I even blush and look down at the soup. But after few seconds I collect myself answering her
"Haymitch told me yesterday, that Peeta should, or COULD be here next week and also said how I look awful, that I should get up, etc..."

"Well, I gotta admit you weren't as radiant as you were for example a year ago... Haymitch is right, you already look a bit healthier now when you've slept, changed clothing and all." She smiles a bit.

"Yep, soon I'm going to take a shower and maybe I'll even go out today" I say proud of how sporty I am (I'm kidding by that) but how I already feel better even by just knowing he's okay, he's getting better.

"Well done girl! But I have to go now, my little granddaughter is probably already wondering where I am... Remember to eat your soup!" She walks to the door and leaves.
After I've ate the soup I go to shower. A first shower after the war... I step out of bathroom to put some clothes on and come back to dry my hair. I have never used my hair dryer but I'm going to give it a try now. After 10 long minutes standing in fronth of the mirror my hair is finally ready. I braid it in it's usual sidebraid and go downstairs where I grab my father's old hunting jacket and put my boots on.

Once I'm out of the door, I'm hit by a surprising warm air and the smell of spring. It's still March but the nature is starting to wake up again.

As I'm almost shocked by all this warm etc. my feet decides to walk me across the road to his house. The door is locked, but I find a spare key under one stair step and I get in.

Instantly I'm slammed by a scent of bread and cinnamon. Peeta's scent is still here. I go through the whole first level; everything is in place, just like it was left before we went to quell, some flowers have died down thought. I go upstairs since I know that most of the bedrooms are there. All the other doors are open, but one. I watch though the other rooms and just as I thought, none of them are Peeta's. The closed door is Peeta's. Maybe he didn't want the whole other house to get could because he always wanted to sleep with windows open.

I go open the door and as I step in, I can already see, smell and even hear him, in my head thought. And then I see them. The room is pretty small, well as big as mine but it looks so small because it's so full with everything, mostly paintings. There is just his bed and bedside table but oter than that, whole room is full paintings and beautiful dreawings, there is also a canvas ready, waiting for a painter, artist with paintbrush and paint along. As I see what most of the painting are about...it just brings tears to my eyes. Most of them are about me, yes, me! I can't even think of how much time Peeta must'ce spent here drawing-or painting me... And I was just cold for him, and stupid because I needed a war to get it, understand that I really do love him... And now because of me he's in the Capitol, well he's free now basically but he had to go there again to help him heal more. There is me when we were young A.N (did you get it? Adele? Anyone?😁😁) me sitting under the apple tree when he threw the bread, and me going home when I'm a bit older, about 15 I think. And then there's us in the first games, we're in the cave, laying down so that I'm on his chest, like we were. Also one beautiful painting of her... It's probably of her before the victory tour when we were moving here, victors village and Peeta came to say hi. That was probably the only time we actually spoke each other before day when the tour started. Now I wish I would've spoke to him more.

And then I see something. Something I will probably never forget. It's me and Peeta on the meadow. It's not weird and confusing because we haven't been there together, but what's confusing is that in our hands are two small babies. Well I have a girl who's maybe a little bit older but still, how has he done this, imagine this, when and who's children are those? Why do we even have children in our hands? I know that Peeta knows my opinion about children and I know Peeta's, he has always wan-
That's when I get it. Peeta has painted us with our children he wants to have... Even thought he thought that I didn't like him or love him. I back away from that painting, shocked, until I'm hit by his bed and I fall on the bad, now fully crying. I cry and thought; why didn't I just say that I do care about him?! Why?! Maybe then he wouldn't have to be in the Capitol now. I cry myself to sleep since I feel actually pretty tired.

Heyy I did it, I write over 1000 words, 1043 actually!
I'm sorry I use too much the word etc.😁😅
-Hanna