Fluff

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"Here you go Gus." I say putting some food into Gus' dog bowl.

Peeta isn't in at the moment since he's took all 4 kids to Haymitch and Effie's for the day.

They insisted on having the kids since they said we needs to space.

It took a lot of convincing since me and Peeta are fine with the kids but in the end we decided a day alone couldn't hurt.

Besides, our house is a mess.
Toys are everywhere.

But that's what happens when you have 4 little ones.

You tidy up one toy and another child gets it out again.

It's really tiring but I'm glad they have fun everyday.

"Hey I'm back." I hear Peeta shout as he enters the kitchen.

He smiles as soon as he sees me and pecks my lips to say 'hello'

"Hey." I smile handing him his tea I made.

"Thanks baby." he says gratefully before taking a sip.

"So what should we start with?" Peeta wonders as we make our way into the living room with Gus following closely behind.

"I guess we can start by tiding the toys." i say as Peeta nods.

"Then I want to show you something." Peeta says making me confused.

"Okay." I reply rather unsure.

I decide not to ask him further since we have a lot of work to do.

We collect all of the toys off of the floor and put them back into the correct places.

I can't help but think of what Peeta might want to show me.

I snap out of my thoughts when Gus runs past me and knocks over the bricks I just put away.

"Gussssss." I complain picking him up.

I hear Peeta laughing and I shoot him a glare.

"Oh so you think this is funny?" I ask walking towards him.

"Yes." he answers grinning.

"Fine if that's how you want to play. Just no more kisses." I say walking away with a smirk on my face.

I hear him groan behind me and it takes everything in me not to laugh.

"Katniss, I'm sorry." he says in a baby voice.

"Please forgive me." he continues.

"Nope." I answer picking up the blocks once more.

Seeing that the toys are tidy, I sit down on the sofa and only seconds later I feel it dip where Peeta has say besides me.

"Do you want me to show you that thing?" He wonders but I keep my eyes focused on the wall.

Oh man, I forgot he had a surprise in store.

"Okay." I decide standing up.

"Wait a second, give me a kiss." Peeta says and I turn to see him grinning.

"Never mind, it can wait." I say sitting down a again.

Just as I think I've won I feel his arms come in contact with my stomach making me laugh.

"Peeta stop! That's not fair." I say out of breath.

"Do you forgive me?" He asks again and I can't help but to give him the answer he wants.

"Yes Peeta yes! I forgive you." I say when his hands finally stop.

But they are soon on my hips when he brings me into a sweet loving kiss.

I guess this is a good way for him to say 'sorry'

Before I can stop him, he picks me up and carries me upstairs into our bedroom.

"Just wait here and be beautiful." he says before leaving.

I don't have time to blush because a moment later he comes back with one of his drawings.

Expect I can't see what's on it.

"I've been working on this for a while. I've only decided just now that it's ready for you to see." he smiles as I nod my head.

He takes a deep breath before sitting on the bed next to me, showing me the drawing.

I gasp at how beautiful it is. Peeta is honestly amazing.

He's drawn a beautiful painting of our family.

Peeta, me, Noah, Willow, Lily and Tyler.

It's the best painting that I've ever seen and I can't believe how good he is at painting.

"Peeta this is amazing, in speechless." I say in awe.

"I'm glad you like it." Peeta smiles widely.

"It's perfect, I think it will go great in our living room." I reply honestly as Peeta nods.

"Me too and your prefect." Peeta says slowly taking the painting out of my hand, placing it on the bedside table.

He leans in close to my lips but not quite touching.

"Do you still forgive me?" He wonders with a small smirk.

"Just shut up and kiss me." I answer before connecting our lips together.

I guess a day without the kids didn't really hurt at all.

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