MOVING ON

CHAPTER 9- These Little Moments

            I wake up the next morning laying with my head on Peeta’s chest and his arm around me. I feel his warm breath against me and look up to see he’s wide awake and smiling down at me. I smile back.

            “Good morning, Katniss,” he says cheerfully.

            I smile and lay my head back against his chest and wrap my arms around him. “Hi,” I say quietly.

            Peeta and I are blissfully quiet for a while. Then he gets up and begins dressing. He walks towards the door and puts his hand on the knob. “Where are you going?” I ask him.

            “Just downstairs, don’t worry I’m not leaving you,” He smiles as he leaves the room. I lay in bed for a little while longer, and then I smell something absolutely enticing. I get up and throw on a robe and head downstairs to see what Peeta is doing. When I get down, the kitchen is somewhat messy, but on the table sits little, round cakes of what looks like dough.

            “What are these?” I say, sitting down and stabbing them with my fork and shoving them into my mouth like a pig.

            “Pancakes,” he says, “We used to make them a lot at the bakery, for morning business.”

            “Well, they’re delicious,” I mumble, shoving another bite into my mouth. Peeta sits down next to me with a plate of his own, he pours me a glass of orange juice and scoops some eggs onto my plate. We sit there eating for a while. Then we decide to go into town to see the progress they’ve made lately. I grab my pearl, which Peeta conveniently put on a necklace for me because I kept losing it and having to crawl around on the floor searching for it, and put it around my neck. We walk out onto the lawn of the Victor’s village and start moving in towards town. Something in the pit of my stomach knots up and I start feeling nauseas. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this Peeta,” I tell him, grasping at my stomach.

            “It can’t be that bad, Katniss, it’s better than the last time at least,” He looks me in the eyes and smiles, then puts his arm around me and ushers me forward, I put both of my arms around his waist and we walk into town. Peeta was right, it’s a lot better than last time. We look at the building that will soon be the new bakery. Peeta smiles, “I can’t wait to get in there.”

            I laugh, “You have to promise to bake me something when you do.” I smile at him and he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. We walk deeper into town and find a bench to sit on, I sit down, Peeta, who hasn’t let me out of his grasp since we left the house, sits down with his arm still around me. I fidget until I find a comfortable position and end up laying my head in his lap as we stare at the construction going on in the town. Across the way, I see a familiar face helping to put up a sign for “Mellark’s bakery”, and am about to say something when I realize he probably hates me now, he’d never forgive me, he probably just came back for the construction.

            Then I see that he’s already moved on. A girl comes up to him and kisses him on the cheek. I forgot how quickly he could move on; I forgot what his looks could do to a girl, any girl but me. So I quickly flutter my gaze somewhere else and notice the blonde haired, blue eyed girl standing across the way, looking slightly thinner than when I last saw her in district thirteen. She sees me and Peeta and smiles hugely, waving at us. Before I can wave back, Delly Cartwright is standing right in front of us.

            “Well, hi, you two! Long time no see!” She says cheerfully. She’s so cheerful it seems fake almost.

            “Hi, Delly,” Peeta smiles, “How have you been?”