Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Katniss POV- (A few hours later)

"Mommy, look at those funny horses. They're looking at me." Willow giggles.

I glance over and see all the horses by the barn, standing there watching us sitting on the porch together.

"That's funny, Willow. They're probably wondering what you're eating." I tease her as she takes a big bite of the hamburger Peeta made her.

"I would give them some but I don't think horses would like hamburgers, Momma."

I laugh, "I doubt it."

"Go give Money some of that lettuce and see if you can trick him into thinking it's dollar bills." Peeta says with a chuckle.

His grandparents laugh.

She giggles and I do too, we all know the story "You're silly, Daddy." Willow tells him.

"I know but not as silly as those horses." Willow says. 

"But still silly." He says.

She laughs, "I love horseys. If I don't be a baker like you I'm gonna be a horse person. I want to brush them and hug them. Is that a job?"

Everyone laughs.

"It could be. You might have to do a little more than brushing the though." His grandma laughs.

"Like what?" She asks, cluelessly.

"Well, you'd have to feed them and train them and give them baths and brush them and do a lot of stuff."

"That wouldn't be bad." Willow says.

"You can be whatever you want, Sweetheart." Peeta's grandpa interrupts his wife.

"Yeah, Willow. If you don't want to really be a baker then you don't have to. You can be anything you want to be." Peeta tells her.

"Really?" Willow asks me.

I nod, "Whatever you want as long as you stay out of trouble."

"Can I be a baker, artist, horse person and a mommy?"

"If you want to." I say with a laugh.

She's so cute but there's a lot more to all of that than she thinks but I'm glad she dreams big-it's something I was never able to do.

"Good. I would be a cat person but a horse is bigger and there won't be no room for a kitty."

I laugh, "Horses don't live in your house, Sweetie."

"Why can't they?"

"They're too big. They'd poop on everything and pee and break stuff." Peeta laughs.

"Oh. Then maybe I can have a kitty too."

I laugh, "I bet so."

"Do you still have your kitty cat, Willow?" Peeta's grandmother asks.

"Uh-huh." Willow nods.

"I'm surprised. He's really really old."

"If they're healthy, cats can live for a very long time."

"My sister got him when she was like 8. He ran away when she was 10 and we got him back when she would've been 14 and she would be 24 so I guess he's about 16 years old." I say.

"That's amazing." She says.

"I swear my sister sent that cat back for Willow. They're best friends." I say truthfully and Peeta agrees.