I Love You

Memories

                                                                                     7 Months Pregnant with Twins

When we reach the meadow, I get really excited. I would think it's because I haven't been here in months, due to this pregnancy and i've been really tired or just didn't feel like getting out of the house. But I bet it's just the hormones.

Rose and Mark run strait to our family tree. Just seeing this tree gets me emotional. I might forget what I did the past week or not remember to do something, but I remember this like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*

I wake up around 5 in the morning, like usual. I move my hand trying to find Peeta, yet my hands only feel the coolness of the sheets. I open my eyes and all I can see is the darkness of the room.

Where is Peeta?

Peeta is always here when I wake up. Hmm, I guess he just couldn't sleep or maybe he is in the bathroom.

I sit up and swing my legs of the bed. I walk over the the bathroom; no sign of Peeta.

Maybe he was already up and downstairs making breakfast already. I brush my hair and teeth and braid my hair. I walk back to our room and head strait to the dresser. I manage to find my bra and underwear. I hook the bra and pull up my underwear. Then I grab the first t-shirt and jeans I can find.

Once I'm dressed, I walk; practically run down the stairs, smelling Peeta's pancakes and eggs.

"Good Morning Sweetheart" He says when I'm on the last stair case.

"Good Morning" I say and lean in for a 'Good Morning' kiss.

"Well you're in a good mood this morning" He says between kisses. I pull away from this amazing kiss.

"I was worried" I breathe "When I woke up; you were gone. Are you okay?" I say, unaware of what I was saying until the words where out of my mouth.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast. Is that so bad?" he says smiling and pulling me closer.

Me and Peeta have never done anything like this before. Sure, a few kisses here and there, but we never did anything beyond that.

Peeta's actions take me by surprise. He is always so careful; not that he wasn't being careful now, but he never did this. 

Peeta kisses me with passion. So much passion, this kiss reminds me of the beach during the quarter quell. 

Then he pulls away, and I'm standing there, in the kitchen with Peeta, my eyes still closed, and I'm breathless.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"What can't I kiss my girlfriend?" He says. 

"Of course you can. Just be curious, that's all" I say. "Can't I ask a question?" I say mocking his expression, we both laugh and he gives me another kiss then returns to cooking us breakfast.

Okay, he's got to be up to something. Today's not a holiday. And it's not my birthday, my birthday is in about 6 months. I wonder why he is in such a good mood.

While he continues cooking breakfast, I set the table, and get out the orange juice and other stuff we might want for breakfast.

I look at the clock; it's 5:15.