New Beginnings (Hunger Games/Divergent fan fiction)

Chapter 8

Again, another filler chapter, but I don't know what else to write! I think I might have an idea, but it will take me some time to develope it. Thanks for being patient with me!

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We walked over to the grocery store, and my eyes grow wide as I take in my surroundings. It's one big room, with rows and rows filled with different food items. I have never seen anything like this.

In Dauntless, everything was prepared for us, or at least already in the kitchen. We never really had to buy our own food. I look over to Tobias, but he just shrugs. Peeta on the other hand has bright, wide eyes.

"Are we ready to go? I have so many recipes running through my head that I'm really excited to make for you.."

With the slightest nod from me, he bounds down an aisle, followed by the rest of us. He has a certain 'pep in his step' as we walk down the pastry aisle, picking up different things, smelling different breads.. I give him a questioning look, and Katniss laughs slightly.

"I know right? I was exactly like you are now when I first went to the store with him. See, he was a baker in our old home, and he has recently upgraded to cooking as well. He's been like this for about a year now.." Another laugh escapes her lips. In these past couple of days that we have been here, I don't think I have once seen her smile.

I smile slightly, and watch in fascination how swiftly Peeta moves down the aisle, plucking things off of the shelf every so often. He finally returns to us, his hands full. His eyes are wide, and filled with joy.

"Alright, I'm done with this aisle. On to the next one!"

He dumps the items into the cart that we grabbed when we walked in, and we follow him onto the next aisle.

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That's how the rest of our shopping trip went.. over the next 2 hours. By the time we finally got out of there, they had to send us on a small electronic cart because we had so many things that we couldn't carry them all.

Of course, once we got back to the house, we were on our own. So here we are, on our fifth trip back to the porch where everything got dumped as the little old man that drove it, drove off, back towards civilization.

I sigh, wishing that I was back in the Dauntelss compound. Back in Tobias' small apartment, with the quilt that smells like him. I sigh, and carry my current load of groceries into the kitchen. Tobais is right behind me with the last of the massive load, and I set mine down with a large sigh.

Peeta chuckles, and begins unloading the things into the cabinets. I notice he leaves certain things out, and the things that he does pick up, he is very particular about where he puts them.

I plop down in one of the chairs that are scattered around the kitchen, and watch him work. The way his hands move so quickly as they chop vegetables, how much he concentrates as he measures out flour.

I rise to my feet, and walk to the counter to examine his work more closely. I guess I stand a little to closely, because he turns around with a warm smile on his face.

"Interesting huh? That's the same look I had when I first saw my dad baking." I back away quickly, hitting the counter behind me.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. You go on." I begin to walk out of the kitchen, but he touched my back gently.

"No, stay. Maybe I can teach you how to cook a bit. You know, so that one day when we don't live under the same roof, you can cook for yourself and Tobias." He chukles lightly, and I walk back over the counter to see what he is doing.

"I'm making something simple. One of Katniss' favorites actually. Lamb Stew with dried plumbs. We used to eat this all the time.." He trails off at the end of the sentence, some of the color flushing out of his face.

"Peeta.." His head snaps back up to meet my gaze.

"I'm sorry. I-I was just remembering something that happened.. t-to Katniss and I anyways."

I don't push the subject, but I can tell that the subject means alot to him. Maybe he will tell me once he begins to trust me..

"Anyways, let's get cooking." He claps his hands togther, and begins chopping the onions once again.

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"Katniss! Come down, I have a surprise for you!" Peeta's friendly voice carries through the house, calling her into the kitchen.

I don't think I hear either of them coming into kitchen, only feel a pair of arms snake around my wiast.

"Peeta, what have you made tonight?" She walks up to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. He turns, and gives her a small peck on the lips. I smile at the sight, and they begin seperating the lamb stew out for the four of us.

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We all sit down at the small round table to eat our dinner that Peeta and I took about two hours making, and before long, the plates have been scraped clean, and we all are asking for more.

"No, no more. We may save it for another day. As of right now, Tris and I are going to return to the kitchen, and attempt to recreate this 'Dauntless cake' she has not stopped talking about." Tobias' eyes grow wide, and he shakes his head.

"No, that's not possible. You can't recreate Dauntless cake. I'm sorry. End of discussion."

We all share a laugh, and Peeta and I return to the kitchen.

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Two hours later, and here we are, sitting around the same table that we did for dinner, about to try to the first slice of Peeta's replica Dauntless cake. From the way the batter tasted, I must say, he did a pretty good job.

Tobias is the first one to take a bite, and we all sit in a tense silence until he makes a low moaning sound.

"Oh my gosh, it's possible. You are a genius." Another heaping spoonful enters his mouth, and he can't contain his moans of pleasure now.

"Well, I can't take all the credit. Tris played a major role in the batter, making it right." Tobias leans over to me, and places a large kiss on my cheek.

"Well I gotta try this now." I took a smaller cut of the cake, and shove the fork into my mouth. Oh wow..

"Well. you were right. It is pretty amazing. Peeta, you might be a better teacher than I thought you were..."

I savor the flavor of the delicious master pice taht has been called a cake, and take another bite, and another, and another until there is nothing left on my plate but the few meesly crumbs left behind.

I lean back in my seat, completely satsfied, and sigh.

"Alright, I don't think I can eat another bit. But maybe tomorrow." Everyone laughs, and we all distribute our plates into the sink to be cleaned later.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I bleieve tha I am going to finish up some unpacking, and then maybe take a small nap before it is time to come back to make dinner."

Katniss and Peeta wave to us before exiting the room, and walking up the stairs. I sigh again, and sit back in my seat.

"You meake a mean Dauntless cake Tris."

I nod, and grin.

"I woldn't mind learning this baking thing. Or the cooking for that matter." He chuckles lowly, and walks over to me, pulling me up out of my seat, into his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist, and rests his chin on the top of my head. I gently place my head on his chest, and take another deep breath.

"Maybe we were right in coming here."