Our Life After

Same Old, Same Old

*Peeta's POV*

Everyday after that, we do the same routine. We get up way to early, have breakfast, occasionally with Haymitch, walk Lizzie to school, then come home. Katniss lies around for 7 hours, trying to find something to do, and often fails, so she sleeps.

Then I wake her up, we go to pick up Lizzie, come home and I start dinner. We eat, talk about school with Lizzie, clean up, and go to bed. Same old, same old.

So, a couple weeks into the school year, it's a Wednesday and Katniss is wandering around, waiting for school to be out. I drop my dish rag and walk over to her. I take both of her hands in mine.

"Katniss, my love, why are you still walking around worried? Lizzie has been going to school for three weeks, and you're still nervous?"

"I'm sorry. I just miss her, and I wish she was around more often."

"It's okay."

Katniss and I have shared so few romantic moments in the last months, so I take this opportunity. I walk her over to the couch, and with no warning, start kissing her neck, and going to her collarbone, then back up to her lips. When I get there, I kiss her hard.

*Katniss's POV*

I love when Peeta does this. I kiss him back more passionately when he reaches my lips, and soon, we are both breathing heavily.

Peeta scoops me up and, still kissing me, we go upstairs to our room.

He sets me on the bed carefully and sits in front of me, so I slide my legs around his waist. He puts his hands on my hips, and we are there for a moment, kissing, when he grabs the hem of my shirt and starts pulling it over my head.

So, in return I pull his shirt off and scoot in close enough to him that we are touching by our bare chests.

He slowly pushes me back and then I am laying on my back, giggling as he undoes my shorts and pulls them down.

Then he kisses me some more as I do the same to the jeans he's wearing. We lay there, and soon I roll over on top of him and say

"I love you, Peeta."

And he says

"I love you too Katniss. So, so much."

Then I duck back down and kiss him, and I let him get carried away, and he does, kissing me just everywhere. I love love love when he does this, and I make a mental note to let him do it more often.

I bend down and give him one more kiss before telling him we have to go get Lizzie. He looks at the clock. It's a little after 3:00. We've been at it for hours.

"To be continued?" I ask.

He winks in return and we get out of bed to get dressed, and go pick up our daughter.