Peeta is a painter. A baker. A husband. And a father.

You decided to go check on your spouse. You walk into his art studio. Paintings of your guy's time in the Hunger Games. The multiple portraits of you. And the scenery of the arenas. All in paint.

Peeta strokes the paintbrush on the canvas. "Caught you." You say standing behind him. Startled, your husband looks at you. He sighs. "Honey, I messed your eyes up..." you look at the portrait and smile. "Nah. Your paintings are always gorgeous."