Fight til the End

Chapter 80

The rest of Willow's birthday. Sorry, I was a terrible writer when I wrote the first book in this series, believe me! Some Hayfie goodness too! 

Chapter 80

Katniss's POV

I wake up with the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. The sound of the birds chirping from the window that is open. The smell of beautiful spring filling my nose with the amazing smell of the flowers, grass and trees. I open my eyes and see Peeta sitting beside me like he was before I fell asleep. "Afternoon beautiful." Peeta says. I smile and stretch my arms. "Afternoon." I say back as I drop my hands onto Peeta's leg. He pushes a loose piece of hair behind my ear and leans in and kisses my fore head. "How did you sleep?" He asks straightening down my hair. "Perfectly. I slept like I did when I was pregnant with Willow." I tell him. "That was a long time ago." He says. "Yeah. Over a year ago. Time flies." I state. "Definitely." Peeta agrees.

I eventually get up and try and walk. I go surprisingly well, especially better than my first attempt the other day in the hospital. "How does it feel having to learn how to walk properly again Katniss?" Peeta asks teasingly. I can hear the sarcasm in his tone. I give him a snide glare and grab onto the wall next to me. Peeta starts to laugh. "Peeta, it's not funny." I say, whining a little. "Katniss it kind of is. I had to do the same thing and I know how bad it feels." Peeta states. "Then why are you laughing?" I ask him with a little giggle at the end. "Because it's funny watching someone else do it." I try and keep on a straight face and then I can't help but smile as Peeta gives me the sweetest of smiles.

I manage to walk down the stairs and then I get sore, so I sit on the couch while Peeta goes and gets the others for our little celebration for our beautiful daughter. As I sit here alone, I fiddle with my fingers. I can feel the cold metal of my rings on my finger and I extend my arm out so I can see them. My wedding band on first, my engagement ring on after that. The sliver bands side by side reminding me how they actually came to be on my hand. I can't believe that I am actually married to him, Peeta, the boy with the bread, my boy with the bread, my dandelion in the spring.

Hands grab onto my shoulders and start to rub circles into my shoulder blades. I snap out of my thoughts and turn to see Peeta's blonde hair reflecting in the sunlight. "Hey." He says. "Hey." I answer. I close my eyes and lean my body back into the chair more with my shoulders still exposed so Peeta can continue. "Am I hurting you?" He asks. "Just the opposite." I say with a moan escaping my throat. "Good." He says.

"Wait!" I say jumping up from the relaxed position that I was in. My head whips around the room to find it empty. "Where are the others? I thought that you were going to get them and that's why you went out." I say to him. "Katniss calm down. I told them to come at four, so we have an hour and a half, so calm down." Peeta says pushing my body gently back onto the couch. He places his hands on both sides of my head and pushes it softly onto the back of the couch. His fingers start to rub circles on my temples. My eyes shut instantly and I let out a moan.

"Just relax Katniss." Peeta says to me. I take in deep breaths and moan when his fingers touch one point of my temples. "This isn't hurting is it?" He asks teasingly. "No way." I say. I bite my lip as I try and contain a moan. "I love you Peeta." I whisper. "I love you too Katniss." Peeta whispers back as he kisses my fore head. His lips trail around my face, kissing whatever skin he can find before he reaches my lips. When he reaches my lips, he gently presses them against mine and then I reach my hand up to grab his head. This is a different kind of kiss, because I am facing one way and he is facing the other, it feels different, but is amazing at the same time. I tangle my fingers in his hair and I feel his get tangled in mine. I cannot wait until I can move my body for myself, by myself without hurting any part of my body. I am going to be dreaming for that day to come.