The Children Who Play In The Meadow

CHAPTER THREE

Peeta's P.O.V

I wake up to see Katniss still sleeping peacefully, her hair flowing lightly over her face. She looks so happy. Huh, no nightmares then.

'Last night was amazing.' I think to myself. I start playing with Katniss' hair, but stop when she starts to stir. I look down at her, taking in the beauty. "Morning, beautiful." I say. She grins and starts to blush. Even after fifteen years, she can't contain it. I don't understand how she can think bad of herself, it just doesn't make sense.

"Morniiing," She says mid-yawn. "last night was wonderful."

Now it's my turn to blush. I hate it when this happens, it makes me feel so un-manly.

Katniss' stomach grumbles, so I offer to make breakfast. "Would m'lady care for a slice of French Toast? Maybe a cup of hot cocoa?" She laughs lightly and accepts, already heading out the door. The way she walks, it's like an angel.

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Katniss' P.O.V

As I head down the stairs, I smile to myself, remembering last night's event. I had the best sleep afterward, too. Not one single nightmare. Everything just feels safe when Peeta is there with me.

'Maybe we should visit Haymitch,' I think to myself 'it's been weeks since we've seen him, yet we live only twenty yards apart from each other. I'm sure he'd want to see Willow-' My thoughts get cut off when I hear Peeta call my name.

"Katniss? Where are you, babe?"

I look around me and find myself sitting on the floor in the bathroom. How did I end up in here? I call back out to Peeta, "Im in the bathroom!" I hear footsteps, obviously Peeta's.

"Hey, kittykat. What are you doing in here? Are you okay?" He asks, obviously worried. "I don't know, i'm fine. I was thinking that we should head to Haymitch's house for an hour or two. I mean, it's kind of pathetic that we haven't seen each other in weeks, yet we live next door. Don't you think?" I suggest. Peeta nods and agrees. We plan to leave at 12.00, in an hour. "But first, how about that toast?" I ask sweetly. He laughs and holds out his hand. I take it and let him lead the way to the kitchen, where I sit on the stool, mesmerised by his concentration as he walks swiftly around the room.

It's the little moments like these that make me realise how truly in love I am with him.

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A/N: Sorry guuuys, this is a bit of a fill-in chapter. And sorry for not updating in so long! :(

I'll be sure to do so heaps more.

P.S. This is my first fanfic so tell me what you think!

~Chloe