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I steady my breathing and load an arrow. A wild turkey is just a few feet below my tree, pecking around and looking for food. Silence is pressing against my ears before I let loose the arrow and the whistling noise replaces it. The turkey hits the ground with the arrow sticking out of its eye.

I climb down the tree and pull the arrow out. This turkey is fat and will make a really good dinner tonight. My stomach rumbles just at the thought. I clean it and hold it out from my body as I walk through the newly attached door in the fence protecting District 12 from the animals that lurk in the woods. When I make it back to the house, it's lunch time.

I open the front door and Peeta comes to greet me from the kitchen but I hold out the turkey and he stops.

"That's a big turkey," he says, pulling it out of my hands and setting it in the sink. He then turns back to me and tugs me into a hug. I rest my cheek on his his chest and can hear his heartbeat.

He lets me go and kisses me quickly. "What do you want for lunch? I'm guessing that turkey is going to be saved for dinner?"

I grin and nod, my right hand going to my left and twisting the ring on it. Peeta and I've been married for nearly a year and a half. It wasn't a huge Capitol ordeal, it was a quiet District 12 ceremony and I was glad. My mom came. Gale came too and I have to admit, I was surprised. When I called to invite him, I thought he'd just brush it away but he didn't. And he brought his new girlfriend, Mally.

Peeta's eyes go to my hands and he smiles, pulling my right hand away from my left and kissing it. "What do you want for lunch?" he asks again, intertwining our fingers. I shrug.

"It's whatever you want, Peeta."

"That's not a lot of help," he scolds. I roll my eyes, a smiling creeping its way onto my face. I can't remember being this happy. No cameras, no deaths, no hiding, and no fake love. I feel like a completely different person, but I'm still bitter sometimes. And there are days when Prim seems to wiggle her way into my mind and I can't even get out of bed because the depression is so crippling.

I try not to act like that because I know Peeta needs help too with remembering things and I can't just lock out the world. In a way, I'm reminded of my mother and what that did to me. It made me resent her and I don't want Peeta ending up hating me because I couldn't handle Prim's death. Peeta's doing fine with his family's death. His brothers, mother and father. He's lost more than me and he seems to be getting along fine.

But he wasn't as close to his brothers as I was with Prim. His father was nice and I'm sure him and Peeta were close.

"Katniss?"

Peeta's worried voice yanks me from my thoughts. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay?" he asks, grasping my chin and making me look at him. I just basically talked myself into depression. I shake my head to clear out those thoughts and nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I think I'm going to take a shower, okay? Lunch can be whatever you want, you know I'm not picky." I stand on my toes to kiss him. I take off my bow and sheath of arrows and put them in the closet by the front door. There's no need in hiding them in the woods anymore since Paylor became president.

I shrug off my father's hunting jacket and set it on the back of the couch. Then I take off my boots and put them by the closet door. Peeta comes up from behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Why don't I join you?" he whispers, sending shivers down my spine. I feel my face heat up. I'm not good at romance, I never have, I guess those things left when I was more worried about staying alive after my father died.

I bite my lip. I was kind of hoping for a shower alone, but one with Peeta couldn't hurt. "Okay," I whisper back, my face heating up even more. Peeta takes my hand and tugs me up the stairs. We make it to the bathroom and Peeta reaches for my shirt, pulling it over my head.

He undresses me and himself and we get in the shower. Nakedness has always been a weakness for me. It's embarrassing to see anyone naked or anyone see me naked, but Peeta and I are married. It's not the first time I've seen him without any clothes on.

I let the hot water flow over my shoulders and down my back, relaxing me easily. Peeta's hands are in my hair and I'm confused for a moment until I realize I had left my braid in. My hair wasn't as long as it was two years ago. It is now level with my shoulder blades. He unbraids my hair and runs his fingers through it, giving me goose bumps.

As Peeta's lips cover mine I realize that both of our healing processes can't be done on their own.

We skipped lunch. After the shower, we crawled into bed and Peeta fell asleep. I wonder how long he's been awake. For all I know, he could've been up hours before I went hunting. Peeta sometimes has insomnia and I can't blame him. Sometimes, I have the exact opposite of insomnia. I could sleep all day.

I try to take a nap, but I had a long sleep and I can't. Instead, I curl up next to Peeta's sleeping form and wait for him to wake up. He does after about two hours. When he wakes up, his arm tightens around me and his bright blue eyes look like he'd been thinking while asleep.

The words that come out of his mouth make me heart stutter.

"Katniss, can we have a baby?"

A/N: Hey there! This chapter is super short so I will make the next one longer I promise. Correct me if I'm wrong in any information because I haven't read Mockingjay in a long time, and I plan on rereading them put my friend has them and she's grounded so it'll be a while until I can. Bear with me! Thanks! :D Review please.