Chapter 28

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Narrators POV
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She feels a sudden urge and a need for him. After finally admitting it to herself it's like bursting an invisible bubble that trapped her, for the last few months kept her from running to his door. But now is different, she is no longer trapped within herself. She is no longer still searching for an answer. She knows the truth, discovered within herself. The love is real. She pushes herself to her feet and runs, runs for the front door. At the exact same moment is he doing the same, abandoning his art for the moment he has been waiting for. It was like a mental push inside of them, like a voice pushing them to each other. As they both open their front doors they're eyes lock. The only thing that could possibly hold them back is the open between there houses where they are no longer sheltered from the lashing rain. But despite that they both run, her in her nightgown and him in a shirt and shorts. And in the middle of the road between the two houses they meet. For the first time in months. He pulls her into his arms and she locks her legs around his body. She hardly weighs a thing which makes it not as much of a challenge to balance on his artificial leg. She holds his face in her hands as they kiss. The rain can't stop their firing love nor their kiss. They have been waiting for this, her for the last year and him all his life. The moment so satisfying and filled with passion is more than eight of them could imagine. They have been connected, rejoined and reunited. The rain hits down hard on them and soon they are forced inside. They do not leave each other though. But instead she leads him into her house, her fingers interlocking with his...
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Katniss' POV
I hand him a cup of warm tea before sitting down on the couch across from him. He opens his mouth but I can already predict what he will say so I just answer

"No sugar"

He smiles a little and nods. He then looks into his mug and allows his smile to grow bigger. He glances up at me and says softly

"You still remember.."

I look at him slightly confused but smiling. I say to him

"How could I forget?"

He smiles again. His body trembles slightly, not much but noticeable. So Once we finish our drinks I get him a warm blanket which he places around his shoulders. I sit back down to soon notice him open his arms and gesture me into them. So I do. I curl up in his arms and allow him to wrap the blanket around both of us. The fire roars in the silence. It's not an awkward silence, a tension filled silence, but just a silence. I look up at him to find him staring down at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I say to him in a whisper

"I'm sorry for lying"

He nods and says

"It's okay..."

I shake my head a little and say

"How is it okay? What I did was wrong and I just want you to know..."

He interrupts me, not rudely but softly yet again

"I know. But it's okay, because we're okay. And to me that's all that matters. For now I don't want to ask questions or get mad, I just want to live this moment. Right here, right now"

I kiss him again for a minute. His lips are so soft against mine making it harder to pull away when I struggle for air. I stand up and grab his hand. I walk up the stairs with him close behind me. I stop in front of my room, being aware to be quiet with Sophie sleeping in there. I turn to Peeta. I press my lips to his gently for a moment then pull away slowly. I whisper

"Stay with me?"

He nods and whispers back

"Always"

My eyelids then block him out of my sight as they come to a close. I don't fret nor worry, knowing he will still be there when I wake up.
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I wake up in Peeta's strong arms. He is still asleep. His face his peaceful, his chest moving up and down slowly and his muscles contracting with every breath. His hair is a mess but in a cute style. Part of me wants to kiss him again, another part just wants to watch him sleep forever. I slowly slip out of his grasp and climb out of the bed. I lift Sophie out of her cot and bring her downstairs with me. She only properly wakes up when I get downstairs. She says, half yawning at the same time

"Mummy.."

I can't help but hate when she calls me mummy. Because I'm not her mummy. I don't tell her not to say it, just accept it for what it is. She'll understand when she's older. I change her and bring her into the kitchen. Just when I'm finished feeding her I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs. A few minutes later Peeta is standing in the doorway. His blond hair is sprawled to one side, showing the side of his face in which he slept on. His eyes are tired yet still bright. His clothes are wrinkled from sleeping in them. He says

"Hey"

I stand up and hand Sophie a small biscuit to nibble before approaching Peeta at the doorway. I notice he avoids eye contact with Sophie. I decide not to acknowledge it. He says

"I better head home..."

I nod and look up at him. I say quietly

"You can call back later if you like, maybe meet Sophie properly"

He nods and smiles a little before saying softly

"I'd like that..."

I grin and say

"Okay. I'll see you around 1?"

He nods. He says goodbye before walking out. As I shut the door behind him I lean against the door and smile with a massive grin on my face. As I walk back into the room to Sophie I smile and say to her

"Life is good Soph, life is good..."

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