Watching the Hunger Games as your victor was torture for Peeta, anytime the cameras wouldn't be on you his nails would dig deep in his skin in terror you might not make it

Yet here he stands now, in the train directed back to district 4 after you won the Hunger Games and got the Capitol to love you

"There's my victor!" He calls out proudly as he rushes for the entrance to scoop you up in his arms and hold you tight, He kissed you all over

"My baby.." He whispered