AU where Peeta paints his family. (Peeta’s POV)
I see her, walking down the gravel path towards our small house. Towards me. She leans down, a small smile on her face, as she helps our little girl tie her shoe. Our perfect little girl plays with my wife’s braid, her fingers running over the tip of it. After, a moment the three hold hands and start towards me. For a moment, my heart stops at the sight before me. Only one word came to my mind, perfect. It was as if the tracker jacker poison in me melted away, like it was never there. Like the very thing that held me back was just, gone. I was happy, I couldn’t find one thing to be angry or scared about in this moment. Real, it really was real.
I was married to the love of my life, the most amazing person I’ve ever met, Katniss Everdeen. We had two perfect children, who felt love and warmth everday. And even though Katniss was afraid to be a mother at first, she ended up being the most amazing, perfect, mother in the world. She was amazing, and she really was all mine. “Stop.” I say quickly before the three of them get to close. “Don’t move okay? I want to paint this!”
I turn quickly and run into the house, gathering everything that I needed before setting everything up outside on our porch. My family stood there, waiting for me. They didn’t move and inch, and Katniss was smiling slightly at my excitment. I pick up my brush and decorate the canvas in front of me with beautiful colors: Blue, green, red, yellow… Dancing across the page and creating a master piece. I don’t even know how long it took but once done I took a step back looking at it. A beautiful aray of colors that came together and became my family. My family that stood together, hands clasped in a row and looking up at me. I had to capture this moment… It was heartwarming… It was the moment when my family, that I created with Katniss, came home.. To me.
My kids run up the stairs, coming up to look at the canvass. My little girl giggles and point to the painting, “Us!”
I smile at this, wrapping my around around Katniss’s waist when she comes to stand next to me. “Yes. It is you all isn’t it.” I look over to Katniss as she studying my work. I always wanted to know how she felt. She was my life. My ultimate muse. The reason I painted.
She smiles and looks over at me, “The best yet. I think it would look great in our bedroom.”
I smile, kissing her lips softly. My children make faces, cover there eyes, and say “Ew” as we do. This causes me to smile against Katniss’s perfect soft lips.
There was the word again… Perfect.
My life was perfect.