I yawn and wake up to the morning light streaming through the cliches in the curtains. The birds chatter on outside, signaling the start of the day. Well, those birds can start their day, but I plan on spending more of mine in Peetas arms.

My eyes slowly open and I look up at Peeta. I smile sleeply when I see his bright blue eyes staring down and me. He smiles and kisses my forehead.

"morning babe" he says In his husky morning voice. I smile.

"morning" I mumble and burry my face in his bare chest.

I feel him press his lips to the top of my head and smile. After a bit of staying in bed, we both crawl out of the fort. I risk a glance outside, and as I expected, a soft blanket of snow covers everything in sight.

A smile plasters my face "Peeta we have to go out in the snow today!" I say happily. Ge nods in agreement.

"Let me just whip up some breakfast first" he simles warmly and starts to make pancakes.

I plunk myself down on a stool, knowing very well that im not wanted in the kitchen, for saying im a terrible cook is an understatement. "Peeta can I help with something, please?!" I practically beg.

"I dont need any help Kat , its ok" he says and gives me a worried smile.

"but I want to help. I feel sooo useless!" I continue to complain. He eventually gives in "ok, here, can you cut the ends off these strawberries?"

"hah, easy!" I say determined which causes Peeta to chuckle.

I pick up the knife and begin the slice the leafy green bit off the top of the berry. Ugh, this knife is so dull! I press a little harder, when suddenly the knife slips, and slices the end of my thumb.

"AH!" I yell, more out of surprise than pain. The hand that was holding the knife flings up, and the knife slips out of my hand and saild towards Peeta.

"PEETA!" I shout. He turns around just as the knife stabs into the wooden floor right beside his foot. I breathe out a sigh in relief and quickly grab a towl to press to my bleeding thumb.

"Katniss!" Peeta gasps in utter shock from the quick turn of events.

"Sorry" I mumble.

"This is why I just eat the food" I say, causing Peeta to laugh. He suddenly turns serious. "is your thumb ok?" he asks, his eyes full of concern.

"No...fading...fast" I gasp dramatically. We both laugh. "But yeah, im fine" I smile and kiss his cheek. "Ok good, the pancakes are done" he says before flipping six golden brown fluffy pancakes onto a plate.

"mmmm" I say as my mouth starts to water.

I spread peanut butter-what you never heard of peanut butter on pancakes? ITS AMAZING-onto my pancakes and stab it with my fork. Popping it into my mouth, I stab another piece, shoving pancakes in till my mouth was full. My cheeks were full if pancakes

"whoa, slow down chipmunk" Peeta chuckles and kisses my forehead. I laugh anrd swallow. mmm.

"Best pancake maker award goes straight to my amazing boyfriend" I say and give him a peanut buttery kiss. He laughs and places his hands on my cheeks, pulling me closer.

We eventually both break the kiss for air. Stupid oxygen, always getting in the way. Shellfish bitch.

I smile to myself "Peeta we have to go out in the snow today!!" I tell him more then ask him.

He grins at me. "Alright, go get ready, I will clean up babe" He say with a lop-sided smirk, showing off his adorable dimples. "ok thanks!" I sqeal and kiss his cheek before thundering upstairs. I dive into my closet, digging through my clothes, looking for something to wear. In the end, I decide on dark skinny jeans, A dark purple long sleeve, a white puffy vest, white ear muffs, tall boots, and white gloves. With the huge pile of clothes stacked in my arms, I quickly duck into the bathroom and dump my mountain of clothing on the counter top. I peel off my pj's and jump in the steaming hot shower. The warm water rushes over my small body, leaving a warm and fresh feeling where ever the water hits and streams down, puddling at my feet before its whisked away down the drain. I watch as the pink bubbles stick to my toes and smile, dancing around the squishy bubbles. I start singing to myself.

I click off the water, causing the hot flow to come to a stop. I step out of the shower, dancing around in the thick steam, due to the fact that I forgot to turn the fan on. The once crystal clear mirror is now all clouded up. I draw a little smiley face in the clouded up mirror, as a small child would, and laugh. After drawing my little cartoon, I make one clear swipe, and suddenly two grey eyes stare back at me. Those two eyes that have been through a lot. More then a lot. Too much. The eyes that watched her father be brutally murdered, her mother pick up and leave her to die, her sister nearly starve to death, been hurt, bullied, and betrayed one to many times, and last but not least, those eyes, those two very eyes, have fallen madly in love with the bakers son. And with the help of that very boy, those two eyes may be able to not let the past determine who she is now. Those eyes, they dont have to be in pain everyday, and they dont have to be depressed. No. Peeta has shown those two eyes a new light. The eyes slowly fade as the fragile glass fogs up once again. With a sad smile I pull on my jeans and shirt. I slip on my warm fuzzy socks and zip up my vest. Just as I finish, my phone buzzes. I glance down and see who kiked me.

From; MissDellyIsABabe;*

To; KitKatLovesPillsberry

Hows the nose slut? ;)

She attached a picture of my bleeding nose from when her stupid ass bitch-of-a-friend hit my with the softball thing yesterday in gym. I decide not to give her the enjoyment of me replying, shove down the fire within me, and whisper to myself, "You're better then them Kat" and slip out my bathroom door. I try not to listen to them, but they talk so loud. And when one talks loud enough to be heard abouve all, how can you not listen? I shake it off and run downstairs, crashing right into Peeta.

"Whoa, wheres the fir-" he realizes what he was about to say and freezes, imeaditly trying to cover up "wheres the, uh, friends ? yeah, are Annie and Jo here or something" he attemps to cover up. I just laugh. "The fire?" I didnt realize that was going to be hard to say. My insides twist up, but I cover it with a cheeky grin. He runs a hand through his hair and lets ot a nervous laugh. "Dont sweat it, Peeta" I say and kiss his cheek. He lets out a breath in relif and smiles down at me. "you ready to go?" I ask and take his hand in mine, lacing his warm fingures with my small cold ones. "Yeah" he smiles and quickly pulls on his jacket. "Lets?" "Lets" I say back with a smile. A smile only Peeta can muster out of me. We both sprint outside through the front door, fully unexpecting the huge amount of snow mixed with ice awaiting us. "ah!" we both laugh and slip, falling down. I land on Peetas chest and we both erupt into laughter. He smirks and tucks a peice of hair that fell out of my braid behind my ear before attacking my lips with his. Its a soft and short kiss, but still makes my insides melt, and causes butterflys stomping all over my heart. "I love you" I whisper before jumping up and brushing the wet snow from my braid. He stands up with me and takes my hand. We spend the day building snow men, having somewhat of a snow ball fight, tubing, and even making snow angles. Overall it was a super fun and amazing day, spent with my lovely Pillsbury. However, the amazing day came to an end when we walked through the front door, complete and utter shock wrecked over my entire body as soon as we looked inside.