A/N: I'm not really sure if this counts as an epilogue or just a cut scene but here it is!

We're lounging around in our room, all four of us having only just woken up. We do this every once in a while, something that had come from Maya's original habit of sneaking in when she was little. Ari is on his back to my left, facing the ceiling, his fingers tying an imaginary knot. Maya's on her stomach, drawing circles on our blanket. Peeta and I are snuggled together, our arms wrapped around each other, when it suddenly hits me we've told them everything there is to tell. They know everything, almost like they were alive to witness all those things.

This realization gives me relief that is on a whole new level, like the nail that has been driven into my chest ever since my dad died has been plucked. Finally. I prop myself up onto my elbows and ask Peeta, "This is our family, we're happy, we're filled with love. Real or not real?"

He smiles, "Real."

My lips curve into a smile, and I lean down to kiss him. Another wordless thank you to him for entering my life. My left hand comes up and settles on his chin, something to cover us, just in case my children look up suddenly. We break the kiss, still smiling. "Mom," I hear Maya say. I turn to look at her. "I'm jealous," she whispers.

"Jealous? Of whom?"

"You guys."

What? "You're jealous of us?"

"Yeah," she exhales. "Anybody who's watching can see that you and dad love each other so much. Especially me, I've been watching you for the whole fifteen years of my life and not once did I doubt your love. And I just—I just…I want a love like that. And almost all the boys at school are asses—"

"Maya," Peeta scolds.

"I'm sorry, but they're such jerks—"

Ari snorts, "That wasn't any better."

"I can't think of a better word! I'm sorry!" she yells. We all laugh at that. "I just want someone like dad," she whispers. "Someone who would always stay by my side, no matter how hard things get."

"Don't worry, honey. You'll find him. You're still young. For the meantime, just enjoy your life," I tell her. She smiles. "I wasn't even looking for this one," I fake-whisper to her. "He just happened."

"Actually, mom," Ari starts. "I like this girl in class, but I don't think she even knows I exist."

His words take me decades back, when I was in a glowing red dress made by Cinna's hands, on that very last night I was certain I'd still be alive tomorrow, watching a stranger admit to all Panem he loves me. "I…I think it's better if you ask your dad about that," I say. "He's more experienced in that field. You know, loving someone from afar."

"Oh, give me a break, Katniss," Peeta says, covering his face with his right arm, feigning exasperation. We laugh again.

"Seriously, dad, I really want to know her."

"Tell me about this girl first," Peeta says, his fingers twirling the ends of my hair. "What is she like?"

"She's amazing, dad. She's nice, and pretty, and funny, and friendly, and everything I'm not," my son says. We're quiet for a moment. Then he adds, "Much like you and mom." This brings out a chuckle from the two of us. "What can I do?"

"Get reaped?" Peeta jokes.

"Dad," Ari whispers. "There's no Games anymore. Anything else?"

"Um, throw her some bread?"

Ari scoffs, getting the reference, then asks, "A bit more romantic?"

"Throw her some bread… in the rain."

I hear Ari groan, burying his face into the blanket. "Seriously, dad."

"Hey! It worked for me!"

"Mom, why did you marry him again?" he asks jokingly, looking back up at us.

I laugh. "He has his moments," I tell him simply, because if I were to list down all the reasons why I married Peeta, it would take another fifteen years to get to the half of it.

"Um, Dad?" I hear Maya say.

Peeta hums in acknowledgement, "What is it?"

"My… my friends think you're hot."

I sit up and make a move to get out of bed, but Peeta catches my wrist. "Where are you going?" he asks.

"I'll go get my bow."

"Mom!" Maya and Ari yell. I think Peeta said my name, too.

"I'm kidding! God!" Then we're laughing, Peeta, me, Maya, Ari—my family—we're all laughing, despite all that has happened. We're in our room, talking about nothing and everything, something I thought I would never live to see.

But now we're here. And all of it is real.

A/N: Aaaah! It's finished! My God! How do you find this epilogue thingy? I literally woke up with this on my mind a few weeks back.

Oh, and I'm kind of having second thoughts about the letters thingy because it's taking me so long to write. I have a handfuls of letters already written but it seems pointless to me now. So I don't know. But anyway. Leave a review? Favorite? I don't care what you do, but thank you for giving this a chance! I love you!