I'm missing out most of what happened in the book Catching Fire because I'm assuming you've all read it, though I am copying some bits in, the bits I think are important to Katniss and don't want to re-write. This means that Snow does come to visit her but I'm not writing it in. Some bits will be changed but I hope you'll all be able to keep up with me.

Of course, nothing you recognise is mine; I didn't write the Hunger games trilogy, it all belongs to Suzanne Collins.

I stared at the slice of toast Peeta had just slid onto my plate; it wasn't the fine, white, bakery bread that we were now so used to but the grain bread I'd been eating since my infancy. Peeta had the inspiring idea that baking the bread of our district and then toasting it would mean more to the both of us than using the expensive stuff you can buy at the bakery his parents own.

But it wasn't the type of bread that had me staring; it was the fact that, in the middle of the toasted bread, just a little lighter in colour was my Mockingjay. "Katniss, the girl on fire" Peeta whispered. I caught his gaze as I looked up at him, speechless. This symbol had become dangerous now that a few of the districts had begun rebelling against the Capitol using the Mockingjay as their symbol; Peeta knew that just as well as I did. "I did it to remind you that this is our choice" he told me quietly "the proposal was for the benefit of the Capitol, to try and convince Snow, just as the wedding is but this-" he gestured to the slice of toast "this was our idea, this is our way of controlling our lives instead of Snow controlling it for us."

Shaking my head, I said "but how did you do it? I never knew that you could."

"It was simple enough" he shrugged but then smiled at me "shall we, before it gets cold? That is unless you've changed your mind."

About two months after returning from the Victory tour, Peeta proposed me again; telling me that this proposal was for me, just me, and not for the Capitol, Snow or the rest of Panem. He'd told me that if we were to be married then he wanted to do it our way. "I haven't changed my mind" I assured him, kissing him softly as extra assurance, before taking a bite and handing it to him so he could too.

The Toasting is a marriage ritual in District 12, where a newly-wed couple cross the threshold into their new home, make their first fire together, and toast a piece of bread. Of course, Peeta and I hadn't been to the justice building and had an official marriage but both of us felt that if a Toasting was what married couples needed to make it feel official then all we had to do was the Toasting. We didn't need a piece of paper to say that we were married, we didn't even need to be assigned a home as both of us reside so closely together in the Victors Village. We'd decided against doing it there though, we both wanted a bit more privacy and so we found ourselves in the home that I'd grown up in. Completing the ritual in private, not even telling Haymitch.

"Tell me again" Peeta requested "how you figured out that you weren't just playing for the cameras. Tell me when you realised that you were in love with me."

I smiled, of all the stories that I'd told him, this had been his favourite. "I'd felt a spark whilst we were in the cave" I began "one time, when we'd kissed, it was like I just couldn't get enough. I needed more but I knew that I couldn't have more, not yet." I smile fondly at him, taking in his face as he listened intently to my story "but it wasn't until we were informed of the rule change, the second time, after Cato's death did I realise just how much I needed you and I didn't want to lose you. The stunt with the berries had been to save us, Peeta, but I didn't realise that it was because I couldn't live without you. The moment I fell in love with you, however, was when the hovercraft came to get us and I watched the blood flow freely from the wound in your leg. I was so scared that, despite the fact that we'd both survived the games, I could still lose you and I knew that, if you did die, there would be nothing left for me anymore. Not even coming back to Prim and Gale. It was a feeling like no other" I was whispering now as the emotion was getting the better of me. Thinking back to that moment always made me well up but, with Peeta's help, I stopped hiding it; stopped being embarrassed of it. "It felt like my heart was about to explode."

Peeta wiped away a tear, from my cheek, with his thumb and moved in to comfort me, as he always did when I got upset. "I love you" he tells me passionately "you don't need to worry about me leaving you because we're safe now, we're safe, Katniss." And then his lips were on mine, the half-eaten slice of toast forgotten as we went to seal the marriage.

I returned home, later that day, with a smile on my face as the words 'we're safe now' went round and round my head. Peeta was right; we'd done our part, we'd survived the games, and, as an added bonus, the Capitol would now leave us alone which, for the two of us, means that neither of us would have to face another reaping with our names in those glass balls. It was more than either of us could hope for; of course, the reaping would terrify me and continue to terrify me until Prim reaches eighteen but at least she didn't have to worry about me now.

"Where have you been?" My mother asked as I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table where Prim was already sitting, waiting for dinner. I could see Prim's homework, sat neatly on the corner of the table; I assume that she'd already completed it as she'd been home longer than normal due to the fact that school had finished early due to a mandatory programming tonight.

I shrug "out, went back to the old house; got dad for you." I placed the picture of my father on the table and stared at him for a moment. We'd not brought him over straight away, mom had been worried about breaking the frame as we moved our things in and sorted the house out to how we liked it and then, because neither my mother or Prim liked to return to our old house, it was left to me to bring him back but I'd put it off because he'd been on the mantle, above the fire, for so long that it almost felt wrong moving him.

"Wonderful" my mother replied, picking up the frame and disappearing with it. Probably going to put it on the desk in the room where she does our accounts.

"Where were you really?" Prim asks, as soon as our mother was out of earshot.

"At the house" I repeat; at least I didn't have to lie about where I was. Both Peeta and I had made the decision to keep our true feelings a secret so that we didn't cause any upset between our families and friends. Well, Gale. At least we don't have to sneak around to see each other, the Capitol did us one favour at least.

My little sister stares at me for a moment before asking "so are you going to sneak out to Peeta's tonight or are you going to sneak him in here?"

"What?" I blink at her in surprise and rebuke myself for forgetting just how attentive Prim is.

She smiles a little as she says "you might be able to keep things from mother, Katniss, but I'm a little harder to fool; besides" she shrugs "I think it's nice."

Prim then stops talking as our mother returns saying "I put him on the desk beside those flowers Prim picked for me."

Dinner was a little quieter than normal; Prim and mother were talking but, having just married Peeta, my thoughts were a little pre-occupied. It wasn't until Prim nudged me that I realised that I hadn't even touched the broth in front of me. "Better eat up, it's almost seven" I'm reminded.

"I bet it's the photo shoot!" Prim squeals in excitement.

"It can't be, Prim" I told her, slightly amused "they were only taken yesterday."

At around half seven, we all gathered around the television set only to find that Prim had been right. I watch through my fingers as shots of me, modelling wedding dresses, are vomited onto the screen. I always hate seeing myself on the screen, it helps me to see what other people see when they look at me and I end up thinking 'do I really look like that?'

The thing that followed, however, made me wish that I was watching the photoshoot again.

"It must be the reading of the card" my mother muttered looking a little nauseated.

President Snow goes on to tell us what happened in the previous Quarter Quells. "On the twenty-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it."

I wonder how that would have felt. Picking the kids who had to go. It is worse, I think, to be turned over by your own neighbours than have your name drawn from the reaping ball.

"On the fiftieth anniversary," the president continues, "as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every district was required to send twice as many tributes."

I imagine facing a field of forty-seven instead of twenty-three. Worse odds, less hope, and ultimately more dead kids. That was the year Haymitch won... .

"I had a friend who went that year," says my mother quietly. "Maysilee Donner. Her parents owned the sweetshop. They gave me her songbird after. A canary."

Prim and I exchange a look. It's the first we've ever heard of Maysilee Donner. Maybe because my mother knew we would want to know how she died.

"And now we honour our third Quarter Quell," says the president. The little boy in white steps forward, holding out the box as he opens the lid. We can see the tidy, upright rows of yellowed envelopes. Whoever devised the Quarter Quell system had prepared for centuries of Hunger Games. The president removes an envelope clearly marked with a 75. He runs his finger under the flap and pulls out a small square of paper. Without hesitation, he reads, "On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

My mother gives a faint shriek and Prim buries her face in her hands, but I feel more like the people I see in the crowd on television. Slightly baffled. What does it mean? Existing pool of victors?

Then I get it, what it means. At least, for me. District 12 only has three existing victors to choose from. Two male. One female ...

Peeta was wrong, we're not safe; we're going back into the arena.