Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Peeta POV-

"That was so expensive. You must make a fortune as a baker." Katniss says.

I laugh, "Sometimes. I think it helps being the owner."

"How could you get off to come find me?"

"Perks of being the boss and I'm off anyways. For a year."

Katniss gives me a look, "What? Why?"

"For Rye."

"For Rye?" She repeats.

I nod, "To be with him the first year of his life. We did that with Willow too. It worked out really well."

"Oh, that's cool." She says.

"Yeah so I have a year to fix you." I wink.

Katniss laughs, "You better get busy."

"I intend to. Trust me. I know how much you want to remember."

"More than anything." She says.

I nod my head, "What should we do now?"

"I don't know. What's there to do?" She asks me.

"Not much. Just a lot of sight seeing mostly."

"Sights as in places or people?" She asks as a lady with a feathered boa, fur coat, spiked high heels and hair a foot high walks past us.

I snort, laughing, "I guess both."

She smiles, "It would appear so."

"How about we go visit the President's Mansion?"

"The President's Mansion?"

"Yes. Her name is Alma Coin. She's a really nice older lady who keeps to herself and draws tax money."

"Sounds like the perfect president." Katniss giggles.

"Yes and they just so happen to give tours of her home."

"Oh, that's unusual. Especially since she lives there."

"Yeah. So do you want to check it out?"

"Sure." Katniss nods.

So we go.

After the tour of the mansion we go to the art museum.

I tell her about me being an artist at one time and she seems eager to see my work, having the slightest bit of hope that it will help her remember.

And I hope it will too.

Afterwards we get some ice cream and then go for a walk in the park.

We talk some more about each other.

I tell her everything about me.

Everything from my favorite color to my mom's abuse.

I tell her about my brothers and my dad. My grandparents too.

Both sets of them.

I tell her how they died and what happened after they died and the reason we have a bakery now.

I tell her all of my life stories whether she was there or not.

She asks about herself and I tell her things that I don't think she knew before the accident.

I tell her everything I know.

Every single thing she's ever told me.

The way she feels about life and living.