You were running around the bedroom talking about one thing then the next. Your husband Peeta laid in bed watching you. You look at him "Why are you staring at me like that?" you ask. "Your precious when your ranting."

You sit on the bed with him "Yeah right. Why did you marry me?" you ask switching topics. Peeta chuckles holding you "Well when you don't have an attitude you're cute." "Oh your scars are cool." Distracted,you trace the scars on his arms. He smiles. "I just keep falling for you."