I cannot believe I am starting another story. This was originally a one-shot...but got to Peeta's part,and decided that I made the plot too deep...so,here we go again...
As soon as I walk in the door,I hear a loud crash coming from the kitchen. I quickly put down my game bag and run in,to find Peeta standing in the middle of the room,screaming every obscenity in the book at the floor.
"Peeta? What happened?" I ask,walking carefully into the room.
"This...damned...uggghhh!" He yells back,pounding his fist on the counter in frustration.
Walking behind the island in the middle of the room,I discover pan on the floor,and it's contents splattered all over the floor. The pan itself seemed in perfect condition,and it should because it's top of the line.
"I hit my knee on the oven rack,and obviously that hurt,so I dropped the damn pan." Ye said,kicking the pan across the room. The pan flew off the ground and straight into the window,braking it.
"Goddammit!" He yelled,storming up the stairs. Once the door slammed behind him,I picked the remaining broken glass off the the floor and started cleaning up. Not 5 minutes later,Haymitch walked in,with the unharmed pan in his hand.
"Is there any reason this was in the middle if the street? I know it came from here,it's got Peeta's name on it." He set it down on the counter.
Getting a better look at it,I noticed a small dent,maybe the size of my thumb on the side of it. I relay what happened to Haymitch,and just as I finish,Peeta comes back downstairs.
"Sorry about that,Kat,I've had a really bad day..." He came over and wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.
:Don't worry about it. Oh,and Haymitch brought your pan back." I handed the pan up to him.
Peeta looked at the pan in sheer amazement.
"Holy...I cannot believe it. How in the heck did this thing survive!" He laughed as he examined the pan.
"I have things to do...see you two whenever." Haymitch mumbled and walked out the door.
Peeta watched out the window until he was sure Haymitch was gone. He put his hands on my shoulders and looked straight at me.
"I've got a surprise for you." He smiled.
I had a surprise alright. I've been trying to convince Katniss for weeks to at least think about having kids,and I've gotten at least that far. Now for step two-convince her to say yes. I think It'd be good for the both of us mentally,to have someone else to take care of.
"What,Peeta? I have dinner to get ready." She sighed.
"Forget dinner. At least for now."
"Alright..." she grumbled under her breath.
I lead her upstairs and into the bedroom and we both sat down on the end of the bed.
"You know how you said you'd think about maybe having kids?"
"Oh,Peeta, not this again! I told you I'd think about it. It's a lot to think about."
"I know,but...I think I'd be good for us."
"Peeta,I said I'd think about it. I promise,as soon as I figure it out,I'll tell you. But right now...I just don't think I'm ready. Now,excuse me so I can start dinner." She let go of my hand and went back downstairs.
I've been put in this position before. Katniss does this whenever I want to talk about something she doesn't. Over the past couple of years,I've learned that the sad-puppy approach works best on her. If I can just stick to my guns long enough,she'll break. Just watch.
"Peeta! Dinner!" Katniss calls about an hour later. The entire time,I've been up in the bedroom moping and practicing in the mirror.
I go downstairs and sit down at the table. I eat a little bit,but spend most of the meal pushing things around with my fork. Immediately after I'm done with the dishes,I sulk back upstairs and curl up on the bed.
"Peeta...you are absolutely pathetic. Why are you so bent on having kids right now?" Katniss asks,curling up next to me in the bed.
"Because...we've been married for 3 years now...I just think it's time..." I bring my hand up from my side and start twisting my wedding band around my finger.
"How would you feel if I told you I think I know what I wanna do?" She whispered.
"Depends on the answer." I go back to looking at the gold ring on my finger,ignoring Katniss as she climbs on top of me.