Peeta's P.O.V.

I slept off the champagne, and the next morning, Katniss was already up, showered and dressed, ready to embrace nature. I roll out of bed, too lazy and not sober enough to lift myself out. She may be ready, but today was going to be a long day for me.

"Hey Katniss," I push my way into the bathroom, pulling on a nice outfit still wrinkly from sitting in my suitcase.

"What's up?" She asks.

"I have breakfast reservations at a French restaurant in Juneau. You up for that?"

"I'm up for anything as long it's with you." She smiles and knots her hair in the most luscious braid and drapes it down the side of her shoulders. Katniss makes my heart sing.

****

"Macaroons!" She bursts. "At breakfast!?" Katniss's eyes widen as the waitress sets down a plate of three new hot fresh delicacies.

"Don't ask," I say. "Just enjoy." She doesn't question any further, eating treat upon treat until she's eaten enough for the both of us.

"Greatest breakfast ever," she says as she leans back in her chair, trying to hide how full she is.

"Undoubtedly," I agree, and I scoot my chair over next to her on the opposite side of the table. She rests her head on my shoulder and in that moment I know all I want to do is stay.

*Six months ago*

I hear a scream coming from Katniss's bedroom. I ran down the hallway only to see Katniss sitting upright in her bed, drenched in sweat.

"I'm sorry. It was just a nightmare," she says. Very rarely does she have them, but I remember her telling me that when she does they're awful.

"Ok," I say. Leaving her room, I hear her whisper her name behind me.

"Peeta?" She says. "Will you stay with me?" I scoot into bed next to her, and she rests her head gently on my shoulder.

"Always," I say, and we both fall asleep.

*Back to the present*

"Where are we going now?" Katniss asks me eagerly. We're only two days in and I've already surprised her with more twists and turns than any honeymoon ever. And I was just about to give her another.

"You'll see," I say, fixating my eyes on the narrow path ahead of me. About two miles back we turned onto a dusty trail, heading up towards the angelic, snowy tufts of mountain and leaving behind the bustling city of Juneau. Ahead of us, the lush green hills were alive with the sound of birds chirping and mockingjays whistling a beautiful four note tune. Just the place for Katniss.

I stopped the car in front of an old, rusty booth, and inside an old man was whistling along with the mockingjays. I knocked lightly on the booth door, knowing the man was expecting to see me here ten minutes ago.

"Oh, you must be Peeta," he says, his voice a bit muffled behind the door.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," I say, feeling a little guilty for making him wait.

"No matter," he says. "Your picnic is set up at the top," he says. "You'll be there by lunch time." I grin.

"Thank you so much." This was the guy I had talked to two months ago, asking for peaceful reservations for a hike and picnic up in the woods. He said I had to get some sort of special permit to reserve private hikes, but I did it anyway, because for Katniss's happiness I'd do absolutely anything.

"Get out of the car!" I usher Katniss over to my side and she jumps out of the Jeep, her braid bouncing on her shoulder.

"Is this why you made us change after breakfast?" She asks.

"There's no way I'm hiking in a suit," I say and she laughs.

"That has got to be the most reasonable thing you've said all day," she says. "Except for maybe 'keep eating.'" I shake my head and laugh, knowing she's saying it jokingly, but meaning it with her whole heart.

Katniss's P.O.V.

There's no trail on the mountainside except for the one left by the dusty footprints of those who were here before. The smell of pine and lavender fills my nose, and I never want to let go of this moment. This was nothing like hunting with my dad. This was so much different, and I'd never forget this. I will never let go of any of this: the scents, the scenery, Peeta's hand.

I can't believe he'd do this for me. The most wonderful food, the most glorious view. "I've got one more surprise for you," Peeta says as we hear the top. "But first... do you trust me?"

"What?" I say.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course," I say. He slides his fingers over my eyes, silently asking me to close them, and I do. As his fingers reach my lips I kiss them gently before they slip away.

With my eyes closed, I feel him tie something around my eyes, making things just a bit darker. He slowly guides me, step by step, up the hillside and sits me down on a blanket. It's not snow, it's not grass. He takes off my blindfold, and I gasp and giggle at the sight he's laid out in front of me. Not only is the view more spectacular than before, but there's a glorious, dainty picnic arranged with flowers and a small lunch that looks more filling than breakfast.

"Don't fall off the mountain," he says facetiously.

"I'd fall anywhere with you, no matter where it goes," I say, and I peck him on the lips. I move away, but he grabs my face and draws me in and we sit there, surrounded by paradise.

I push him over and I land on top of him, causing us to roll into a bed of flowers and making us both go into hysterics. The flower bed reminds me of the meadow back home near our house, and I smile even brighter. Who knew I could get any happier? I picked up one of the flowers and set it on Peeta's forehead, for no good reason.

As I sit up, he pulls me back down, our lips locking. I refuse to move away. Until I feel my ankle bend in a way I didn't know it could. I unwillingly let go of Peeta and yank my foot out from underneath Peeta. I push the scream down into my throat, but a little shriek escapes my lips.

Peeta sits up, worrying he hurt me. "It's probably just a sprain," I say before he can start. "You did nothing wrong." He lets out a sigh of relief.

I stand up, and brush off my pants, doing my best to keep my ankle off the ground.

"Here. I've got a bandage," Peeta says, and reaches into the backpack he brought. He tightly wraps my ankle, securing it and preventing it from lolling around. "Should we go back?" Peeta asks, seemingly concerned.

"No way," I say. "Even if it was broken I am not letting a tweek ruin our honeymoon." He sits down on the checkered picnic blanket and I lay my head down on his stomach. He strokes my hair and slowly trickles his fingers down until he comes to the end of my braid, untying it, allowing my curls to flop onto his legs. He twirls then around on his fingers until I fall asleep in his lap.

****

"Another surprise?" I ask Peeta as we walk back into the hotel room.

"That actually wasn't me this time," he says as he glances down at the heart shaped box of chocolates on our bed. "What's up with all the hearts at this place, anyways?" He adds.

"I wish I knew," I say. "It's kinda freaky."

"You can say that again," he says.

"It's kinda freaky," I joke.

"You know what I meant!" He says, laughing. I walk into the bathroom and dunk my head in the sink, the warm water washing my makeup away. The less I have on, the better.

In a cupboard above the sink sits five bottles of fizzy champagne, and I put some of the pink liquid into two cups and bring them into our room. After we drained the bottle last night, I knew it was best if we kept it to a minimum.

"Ooh! Party time," says Peeta, and he sits down on the bed and takes one of the glasses from me.

"To forever love," I say, and we drink in unison. My tongue begs for more, but I push the cup away from me and draggle into bed, hoping to sleep off the champagne before tonight.

"Bed? Really?" Peeta asks.

"A little cat nap," I responded. "Will you stay with me?"

"Always."

~

Peeta's P.O.V.

This honeymoon has no longer been a honeymoon. A huge snow storm blew over a few nights ago and has yet to pass. The airport is closed and we can't leave the resort. The snow falls so much, the roads are terrible. We can't leave. So we've been stuck. Katniss didn't sprain her ankle as she said, she broke it. And a whole new Katniss has come out. She doesn't manage well when she's sick, I already knew. But on top of a broken ankle.... May God have mercy on my soul.

I turned the doorknob smoothly in my hand, and I pushed it open, careful not to jostle the pancakes I held in one hand, nor drop the bright bunch of daffodils tucked under my arm. It wasn't much, I knew, but it was the best I could - I'd barely managed to scrape inside the door at the lodge gift shop before closing time as it was. I was exhausted, my days at this place seemed to be getting longer, the snow not clearing at all and all I really wanted right now was a cold beer and Katniss wrapped around me, naked.

And seeing as right now I had a fat chance in hell of getting the second, I was going to settle for the first. After I saw the patient, of course.

Placing the pancakes and flowers on the table that took up most of the hotel room, I stopped and listened, waiting to see if I made her wake up. But there was silence throughout the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. If she was asleep, maybe I still had time to go back to the lobby and get my own food, then come back and crack open a beer before-

"Peeta?" The voice that called was low, and husky from sleep. And grumpy. Very grumpy.

Katniss with a cold was a headache.

Katniss with a broken ankle was a nightmare.

"Yeah, Kat, I'm here.".

Dammit, if she was in a bad mood, I doubt I'll ever leave this place

I tentatively grabbed the tray again and made my way to the other room. I turned the corner into the bedroom and leant against its frame, lazily crossing one foot in front of the other. I watched as my wife struggled to pull herself upright, her plastered leg stretched out in front of her, her hair a tangled mess around her face. The scowl was broad across her face, the sigh she released deep and bordering on comical in its expulsion. Even as I felt the waves of frustration emanating off of her, I couldn't help but smile.

Katniss may have been annoying when she was frustrated, but she was still cute.

"Hey," I said softly. She glanced up, and huffed out a breath, leaning against the headboard.

"Ugh, Peeta, I am so sick of this," she complained, slapping her arm on the top of the cast. Which she realised was a bad idea the minute the lance of pain would have shot up her leg, and I watched her grimace.

"Katniss, it's been a few days," I reminded her. "You still have to have that cast on for at least another 6."

"Then I'll be even more sick of it by then," she retorted, and reached up to push the long, knotted ebony strands out of her eyes. I crossed the room and settled on the bed beside her, my legs stretched out alongside hers.

"You don't have to stay up here all day, you know. Just because you've got a broken leg doesn't mean you have to stay in bed all the time."

"I know that," she snapped. "The last thing I want is to be in bed all day. But...."

"But what?"

Her hands fell in her lap, her fingers twisting together. Her words were quiet as she spoke. "My pain meds make me sleepy, and sluggish. I just want to lie here. I don't want to do anything. I feel lazy. And I'm slow. I can't move like I normally can, not with those stupid crutches. I'm useless."

I hated the sound of helplessness in her voice, hated how her medication was making her feel. She'd put up a fight at first, hadn't wanted to take them, had thrown the pill bottle out the window in defiance. But the break had been a bad one, and she'd cried through the first night, in a way I'd never heard before. It took a morning of cajoling and a promise of cheese buns on demand to get her to agree to take them, but she still wasn't completely happy about it.

I placed my water on the bedside table, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close to my side. "You're not useless, or lazy, or slow. Yes, things might be a little awkward for you for the next few weeks, and you won't be able to lead a hike any time soon. But you'll get used to it - you'll be doing everything you normally do in no time. I promise." I brushed my other hand along the thigh of her uninjured leg. "Plus, we agreed that if you didn't like how the meds made you feel, you would stop them."

"Well....they help," she acquiesced, shrugging.

"Then keep taking them."

"But I can't do anything. I'm like one of those animals that does nothing!" Katniss whined, and I smiled to myself. This was more like it. This was the Katniss he'd gotten used to this week.

"Then, baby, I don't know what I can do. I can help you downstairs if you like, we can watch something on Netflix. Eat the leftovers from last night."

"But I want to go out into the woods! I want to go home! And see all my family! Alaska sucks!"

I sighed, tracing circles lazily on the olive skin revealed by the cropped cotton shorts she wore. "Then you shouldn't have fallen and twisted your ankle," I reminded her. "Excuse me, break your ankle."

"Because I did it intentionally and all," she scoffed.

"Fair point," I conceded. "But we're not going to go out into the woods, not now. The snow is still falling, and the last thing we need to do is fumble around finding our way home in the dark, in the blistering cold, in the brain terrains of Alaska." I raised an eyebrow at her as she opened her mouth to argue, and she shut it again with an annoyed click of her teeth. "Tomorrow, ok? We'll roam around the lodge. And you can see the woods."

"It's Sunday already?" she groaned. "Where did the week go? This snow will never go away."

"It went in a haze of Say Yes to the Dress and those other reality shows I always found you watching."

"There was nothing else on," Katniss blushed, looking away, and I snorted.

"If you say so," I agreed, picking up the glass and raising it to my lips. I swallowed the liquid thirstily, and I caught Katniss staring at me out of the corner of his eye. "What?" I asked, lowering the bottle.

"Nothing," she replied, but I knew that voice.

"What, Katniss?" I repeated. She fidgeted, curling her finger into the bottom of the tank she was wearing.

"You take far better care of me than I do you," she finally sighed. "I just get shitty with you all the time. Even now I'm acting shitty at you."

"Who's to say I'm not shitty with you?" I quipped, but my grin belied his words. "Kat, I love you, ok? Remember when we said "In sickness and in health"? We both said it, and meant it. We show it in different ways. I'm just a little better at it than you are."

She snorted and stuck out her tongue at me; my hand shot out and captured her chin in my grasp, my fingers cupping it's rounded edge. "Don't make promises you can't keep," I told her with a quick grin, and I pressed a quick kiss to her lips as I began to rise off the bed, placing the now empty bottle on the table again. "I'm going to go down and get dinner - I'm pretty sure it's heated and cooled down again by now. I'll heat it again and bring it back up-" the words caught in my throat as she tugged on my arm, sending me tumbling onto the bed beside her. She hadn't lost any of her strength in her arms, I mused to myself as I propped himself up on my elbow.

"I'm not hungry for food, Peeta Mellark," she told me, a wicked spark in her eye that hadn't been there a minute ago. "And my mouth isn't broken." She placed a finger on her lips, tapping against it gently. "Now get over here and kiss me properly. I'm pretty sure that's going to be the kind of medicine I need."

Maybe this week wasn't going to be as bad as I'd first thought.

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