Catching Fire (Katniss loves Peeta)

Chapter 6

"Katniss, sit down," she says walking into the kitchen. I sit down, and she walks into the living room and stands right in front of me.

"I can't believe you're engaged. Your seventeen! You barely know the boy! Katniss you are not ready to be married! You are still a child!" she says. I'm not a child. I grew up when you left. I think to myself.

"I know that I love him, and I'm not a child any more mom." My mother looks me up and down.

"Do what you want. You're are not a kid, you grew up when your father died, and I tuned out. Which is my fault, I'm sorry for it. I don't agree with you marrying now, and probably won't ever, but I won't interfere with it." She says looking strained. You can tell she doesn't want me to marry for years, but she has no reason to object. 

"Why can't you be like when you were younger and didn't want to marry?" she asks.

"I didn't just decide to be in love; it was pretty inconvenient if you recall," I say as Mother shakes her head.

"You just loved him so much, huh? You are a teenager Katniss! I have to go to town. I'll be back later today. Have Peeta come over for dinner." With that, she walks off.

As soon as she walks out the door, I run to the study to call Peeta. "Hey, my mom just left."

"I'll be over in a minute." He lets himself in and walks over to where I sit on the couch.

"How hard was she on you?" 

"She got mad, called me a child, and told me I barely know you and then basically told me to do whatever I want and then left."

"Katniss are you sure in two years you won't regret getting married at this age?" Peeta asks. I turn to face him.

"Peeta, I love you, and I'll never regret marrying you. I don't care if I'm sixteen or thirty. I'll love you just the same. If I love you the same at any age does it matter when we get married?" Peeta pulls me into his chest and wraps me in a hug.

"I know Katniss; I just don't want you to regret it." He says.

"I won't regret it. Will you?"

"I've liked you since I was five, trust me it won't be a regret," Peeta states firmly.

We get married. We went to the justice building, did toasting had some cake and kissed. By District 12 rituals and the law, we are married. I'm Mrs. Mellark. No more Ms. Everdeen.

"Peeta, my mother wanted you to eat dinner with us. One of Prim's teachers wanted us to talk about the Hunger Games in front of the class. Prim asked me to, and you know I can't refuse when she asks something." Peeta shakes his head.

"I'll talk about the games. I'm not going to like it, but your sister wants us to." Peeta says. He has been around so much Prim is as much of his sister as she is mine.

"Are you going to do it for your sister-in-law?" I ask laughing. 

"Yes, I'm just as bad at caving in as you," he says laughing with me.

A little bit later, my mother walks in. She has bandages, but that's about it. As far as I can tell she just went around town, thinking of excuses for me not to get married. Too late. I think smugly.

 "Hello Peeta, Katniss." She says, sitting the sacks on the counter.

"Hello, Mrs. Everdeen," Peeta says. I don't bother telling her hello.

"Peeta, I would like to get to know you." My mother says, sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

"I paint, bake, and have no useful skill. That's pretty much it."  No useful skill?