Our sweet child—taken from us at such a young age. I could see her smiling at me and Peeta… letting us know it would be alright. I couldn't let this happen—I would fight for her like I fought for Prim.

I woke with a scream on my lips—Peeta instantly had his arms around me—shushing me.

"Katniss.. Katniss, It's okay—I'm here, I won't let anything happen to you."

I glanced over at him, the moonlight was casting a bluish haze across the bedroom.

"You haven't had a nightmare in a while, maybe I'm not doing my best job in protecting you." He smiled at me lightly, trying to get me to say something—or at least smile.

"What was your dream about anyway?"

I sat for a moment, remembering the curly blonde hair of my dream child.

"Nothing" I paused for a moment and squeezed his hand "nothing that I can remember now anyway."

He seemed satisfied enough with my answer and helped me lay back down.

The dream stuck with me for a few days, and even though I was supposed to be celebrating a happy time in my life—I was preoccupied.

I knew Peeta could tell, and finally confronted me about it.

We were sitting on a blanket in the meadow, and the stars were just beginning to twinkle when he spoke up, "Is this about us?"

I was so confused as to what he meant that I almost dropped the grapes I was eating.

"Is what about us?"

"You haven't been yourself these past few days, and I was worried we were moving too fast."

He pointed with his shoulder at the broken dirt near us—we had already started the groundbreaking process on our new home.

"No, Peeta—I can't wait for our home to be complete… I'm just worried about something."

"Worried? About what? I'm here Katniss, for you to talk to—you need to let me in."

I looked down at my fingers, were I was twirling a grape... "I know."

"Well?"

"What if everything we've done…. The lives we changed, what if everything goes back to the way it was?"

I looked up to see a confused look on his face and continued, "I can't let things go back to normal, I can't just pretend like everything's normal."

"What's this about? What changed within the past week that has you so frightened?"

"What if we have children and they get taken from us? It will be just like losing Prim again."

I dropped the grape in my hand and slumped over, I needed to be honest with him.

He sat silent for a moment and then ran a hand along my cheek bone.

"I love you, Katniss Everdeen… and you need to know how big of an impact you had on this world."

He tilted my chin up to look at him, "Nothing will ever change; nothing will ever happen… you're the Mockingjay—and you won't go down without a fight."

I saw his eyes crinkle in a smile, "Plus everyone is too dammed scared of you anyway."

I laughed for the first time since my dream, and he tackled my lightly to the blanket.

"I'm not scared of you though, I know who you really are."

I smiled as he bent down to kiss me lightly, "I know your fears, I know your triggers." He kissed me lightly between every word causing the grin on my face to get to a ridiculous size.

"I know this body."

With that he kissed me full on the mouth, his body shifting lightly so that he was pressing his gentle weight on me.

I couldn't resist Peeta—no matter how hard I tried to block him out. He was right; he was the first person in my life that had actually gotten to know me.

He knew what I was afraid of, and he knew what to do to make me feel better.

He kissed me harder, demanding more from me—and I directed his hands to the hem of my pants.

When Peeta entered me, I knew everything would be fine. How could two people fit so perfectly with each other?

How could two people be cast into such darkness, and emerge with this kind of love?

His thrusts became harder, and I screamed his name in release.

I wouldn't be afraid anymore.

Haymitch joined us outside as we stopped to admire the work that had been done on our house. Peeta and I spent long days, hammering, painting and sanding.

I didn't feel like our house would ever be complete, but today—the frame of the house stood, and for the first time our home had a shape.

"It's looking good."

Haymitch nudged my shoulder and I smiled at him.

"It's definitely because of this one." He winked at me and then grinned at Peeta.

"Ha, oh Haymitch give him some credit—he's lifting everything for me… I'm just sanding a lot."

"Oh right, right… I'm just a labor boy—I see."

Peeta smiled at me from under the bright sun, his shirt was drenched in sweat, and sawdust was running throughout his blonde locks.

"You really like it though Haymitch?"

Haymitch grunted next to me… "It'll be the best thing this town has seen—before the 74th Hunger Games that is."

"Why do you say that?"

"This is the home of the Mockingjay, Katniss—without you and Peeta, and everyone—we wouldn't be building a home like this."

He stopped and kicked a loose piece of wood on the ground, "It's more than a house—it's a symbol of what you have gone through."

"That's very insightful for you, Haymitch- I'm surprised."

Haymitch glared at Peeta, "I'll have you know a lot of good comes out of me."

"I'm sure that's what Effie says too." Peeta mumbled under his breath.

It was now a little known fact that Haymitch and Effie had a little something more going on between them—what had started as hatred—has turned into something else.

Peeta and I hadn't seen any proof of it yet, but Haymitch regularly made trips out of town—and each destination was always where Effie was staying.

I was glad Haymitch didn't hear Peeta—I didn't feel like taking anyone to the hospital today.

Later in the day, Peeta and I walked hand-in-hand to our victor homes. He told me he was going to take a quick shower, and then he would come over to start dinner.

He kissed me quickly, and told me that if I was still in the shower by the time he arrived—he was joining me.

I made a mental note to wait for a few minutes before showering—and giggled walking back to my house.

Once inside, I noticed one of the windows was cracked—and a light draft was blowing through the house.

I stopped and was about the reach for my bow—when a hard object hit my head.

I remember hitting the ground—and watching a pair of boots walk in front of me.

"I didn't ask for you to knock her out."

"Well, she would have killed us if I hadn't… plus he just wants her alive."

"What about the blonde one?"

I heard the blinds rustle, and then the deep voice again, "We can leave in time, before he comes over… pick her up, and remember to grab that silver ticket."

Silver ticket? Isn't that the one Gale gave me?

I felt a pair of arms pick me off the ground… the last words that left my mouth were "Peeta."

I'm sorry for the delay everyone! I promise to update this story more often. I've had a busy everything—I was in a bad car accident, and had to go through physical therapy, I also moved—and got a new job.

Life has been nuts, but writing is also my passion—and this story is one that I've been wanting to continue for a long time.

Enjoy!