A/N- Okay so, I seem to have lost interest in continuing this story, so I decided to wrap it up once and for all since it's not really going the way I intended it to. I'm very sorry about that; I promise I'll make up for it in my next story! In the meantime, we'll have a Valentine's Day special with Peeta ;) Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Peeta

Katniss

Our honeymoon ended up lasting a little longer than we intended it to, but we eventually arrived home to District Twelve. Peeta was anxious to get to his studio, saying that he had to paint something for me. This was due to the fact that it was Valentine's Day, and Peeta had to have his surprise ready for me when I entered his studio.

"Look Katniss, I painted us, just as I promised," he said excitedly as he turned to me while I approached him. He pointed at the large canvas in front of him, and I could tell that he had just finished painting it, for the paint was still fresh.

I gasped. There was a mass of colors, purples and blues, and the occasional sunset orange. But it was just us. It was him and me, overlapped against each other to the point where I couldn't tell where one body ended and the other began. And yet, as I looked closer, I could see the dandelion in the spring and the sunset dipping below us. I didn't know how to describe it. It was the color of love. It was his lips pressing against my throat, it was my eyes closed as I sighed and took him in. It was absolutely enthralling; it was enchantingly beautiful. Tears threatened to escape from my eyes.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"Oh, Peeta…I love it." I said honestly, not knowing what else to say.

"Really? You don't think it's too much?" he looked at me hopefully.

"Not at all, I think it's lovely. What do you call it?" I asked, wondering if he even named his paintings.

"It's called 'Making Love,'" he stated simply. I blushed; of course it was. What else could it be?

"Where are you going to put it?" I couldn't help but wonder. Surely he wouldn't place it in our bedroom, although I wouldn't put it past Peeta to hang it there as inspiration.

"I'll leave it here in my studio, with all of my other paintings, I guess…but this one is yours. Where do you want me to put it?" he asked curiously.

I shrugged. "Wherever you want is fine with me. Just as long you don't hang it above our bed or anything. I think that would be a little too much," I admitted.

He grinned. "But who else would see it? I mean, we're the only ones who go in there anyway. I think it would look perfect there." And that was that. He took the painting and headed to our bedroom as I ran after him, instantly regretting my words. I had given him the idea. I should never have opened my mouth.

"Peeta, you can't be serious!" I complained as he hammered a nail into the wall above our bed. But it was too late. He was already hanging it, and the paint was already drying. The portrait would stay there forever, and anyone who came into our bedroom would blush and wish they had never come in. I slapped my palm against my forehead in exasperation. It just had to be Valentine's Day.

Peeta

I had baked Katniss a pink heart-shaped Valentine's cake for dessert, and some cheese buns to go along with our dinner. "Peeta, you're the corniest husband in all of Panem," she informed me when she saw the cake. I chuckled as I allowed her to cut it into slices, telling her that she was breaking my heart. She frowned at me. "Peeta, will you stop it with the bread puns already?"

"Katniss, at yeast look at me!" I joked. She rolled her eyes, but I could tell that she was enjoying the cake anyway. "Maybe I can teach you how to bake some more cheese buns after this, so that we can eat them tomorrow," I suggested. She considered that for a minute.

"Is it easy?" she questioned.

"Sure it is. I'll get the dough ready," I said as I put up our plates and cleared the table so that we could knead the dough on it. Soon, we were in our aprons with dough high up to our elbows, because Katniss was making a huge mess.

"Oh, Katniss, here, let me do it," I laughed as she tried to clean herself up, only achieving in making a bigger mess.

"I give up!" she groaned.

"Katniss, this is a child's recipe! They're one of the first breads I learned how to bake! It can't be that difficult," I reasoned patiently.

"Well, it is," she said stubbornly. I shook my head as I finished up and placed the bread in the oven and set the timer.

"That's okay; I have other surprises for you. I bought you some chocolate hearts and some roses, but we'll have to go upstairs to get them," I winked at her.

She shook her head knowingly. "Oh, I know what you're up to now," she said as she re-attempted to knead more dough. I sneaked up behind her and slid my arms around her, encompassing her hands in mine as I taught her how to do it.

"Do you?" I whispered in her ear as our hands kneaded the dough together. She shivered slightly against me, and I knew it was too hot in the kitchen for it to have been of cold. I then proceeded to kiss the space behind her ear, then her neck, then her collar…she turned around and kissed me full on the lips. And that's when I lost it, but not in the way that I expected. Images flashed through my head as I gripped her too tightly, and I fought against them. No! This couldn't be happening now…not now that we were finally happy, and I was ruining it, I was hurting her, and I couldn't stop it. I felt like I hated her.

Katniss

Peeta was having a flashback, and I fought to release myself from his death grip, afraid that he would try to strangle me again. "Peeta, stop, please, you're hurting me!" I exclaimed. His blue eyes flashed angrily, but I finally released myself, and I clutched his head around my hands as I made him look directly at me. "Peeta, stay with me." I enunciated each word slowly and carefully as betraying tears ran down my cheeks. Before I knew it, he was crying too.

"Always," he murmured at last, and then backed away from me warily.

"Peeta, come here," I said firmly as I pressed myself against his chest. The oven beeped and he mumbled an excuse to take the cheese buns out of the oven and he placed them on the counter to cool. I crossed my arms and turned to him expectantly. "I thought you said you had more surprises for me," I told him.

He hesitated. "I don't know Katniss. I don't want to hurt you again. I'm afraid of what I'll do next." He averted my gaze.

"Well, that's too bad, because I'm not. I trust you, Peeta, and I know you'll come back to me each time no matter what. You can't just avoid me every time you get sick, just like I can't avoid you every time I fall into a depression. That's not what this relationship is about. We're married now, Peeta, and we have to work things out together," I pointed out.

He finally met my eyes warily and nodded. "You're right. Let's go upstairs…I'll show you what I got you," he said softly. He took my hand and I followed him up to our bedroom. He then opened the door and led me inside as he shyly handed me a box of chocolates and some dandelions. I couldn't help but smile. He looked like a five-year-old boy handing his secret crush a love note.

"This is actually what I've wanted to get you every Valentine's Day since I was five," he admitted, as if reading my thoughts. "I just figured you should know." So I kissed him, and I finally knew.

Peeta

"Make love to me, Peeta," she demanded. I looked at her in surprise, for she had never been so straightforward; but she was looking up at the portrait I had drawn of us as she tossed me down on the bed. She landed on top of me as I lay on my back. "Make me yours like you did in that painting," she whispered against my lips as she rubbed her leg against my thigh. And that was all that it took. I gave in and my instincts took over; whatever she wanted from me, it was hers and hers only. I flipped her over so that she was now underneath me as I adjusted my bad leg, her dark hair forming a brown halo above the covers. I ran my fingers through her heavenly soft hair, and she pulled my shirt over my head. I did the same for her as we continued to undress each other deliberately slowly, exploring every inch of newly exposed flesh until we were completely undressed beneath the covers. I planted chaste kisses over every part of her skin, convinced that I had never been this thorough.

She then brought my face up to her mouth again; she was now holding a piece of chocolate in between her teeth, and I took a bite out of it, and chuckled. I kissed her again, and everything tasted like sugar. She told me that there was always something sweet in my hands as she kissed my fingertips, and her gray eyes shone brighter than the stars against the velvet sky. She pressed me closer as I finally entered her, and she sighed and repeated my name over and over again as we began to rise and fall into a steady rhythm. "I'll always love you, Katniss," I murmured into her ear. I continued whispering sweet words, telling her how madly in love I was with her, until we hit a crescendo and I found my release. The only thing that she seemed to be able to say was my name, and so I lay my head on her chest as I listened to her steady heartbeat lull me to sleep as she caressed my sweaty hair. I wanted to lie like this forever.

"I love you, Peeta," she finally whispered.

"I know; this is real," was the last thing I said before I lost consciousness.

Katniss

It happened every year on Valentine's Day. He would paint me a portrait and gift me with chocolates and dandelions and bake me pastries. Of course, we didn't always do the same things, for he would always make it unique and special, and sometimes I would come up with my own gifts. There were times in which I would sing to him, or hum lullabies after making love to him. Other times, I would make a special catch and cook him a special dinner. I would talk Haymitch into helping me find him a present. But it was on the fifteenth year that I finally gave in and gave him what he had wanted for so long. I gave him a child.

It turned out to be the most difficult, yet most wonderful thing I had ever done for him. I kept telling myself that it was all for him, because I loved him so much. It wasn't until I had her, Adara, and looked into her deep blue eyes that something in my heart told me that I would love my child just as fiercely. Peeta had never been so happy, and a few years later we had a son, Orion. Being pregnant and giving birth had been excruciatingly difficult, but it had been worth it. I had Peeta's children, and I was able to love them and keep them safe and happy. Every day was a struggle, but I always remembered the immense amount of compassion that I saw in little acts kindness, and that kept going. That, and love, love for my husband, and for my children. Love for humanity and life. It was something that the hunger games would never take away from me, from us.

But Peeta and I still made love beneath the passionate portrait that he had painted for me on our first Valentine's Day….for some things would always be real.

The End

A/N- Happy Valentine's Day! May Peeta be ever by your side, always and forever! Okay, I'm done being corny…for real. What did you guys think? Oh, and did you-all watch the amazing video for safe and sound? It was gorgeous, go watch it if you haven't! Anyways…sorry about the short ending, but I hoped you guys liked it anyways, so please review and let me know