Alright! Sorry to make you guys wait for so long. I've wanted to post the chapter like a few days ago, but there's a fucking virus infecting my laptop and I can't log in to any account in the internet (although I've downloaded Microsoft Security Essential to remove it, but nothing works). So I have to use my sister's laptop from now on to update my stories. Anyway, today's the day of the last chapter. I can't believe it's been almost a year since I published this story. *sob* suddenly I feel like crying, lol. Well, hope you enjoy this chapter.

Epilogue

I can't believe it's been ten years since Peeta and I have been together. It seems that everything happened in a flash. After he gave me that promise ring, we were inseparable, and we still do. We stayed at school until graduation and a few days after graduation, I brought him to the meadow and we were having a picnic under the bright sun and surrounded with yellow dandelions and green grass.

We were cuddling on a blanket as we watch the blue sky, feeling the cool breeze of spring blowing against our skin. He was surprisingly quite and I asked him what was wrong. He suddenly removed his arms from my waist and stood us up. He then went down to his knees and faced me. He pulled a small red box from his back pocket. I knew what was about to happen after that.

"Katniss Everdeen, I have never loved anyone as much as I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life, every single second with you. I promise to cherish you always. Will you marry me?"

He opened the box to reveal a golden ring with a small Mockingjay carved on it. I still remember my father once told me that a Mockingjay represents freedom. And I knew Peeta wanted me to be free. Free from the burden of taking care of my family. Free from any hardship because he wanted to shoulder them for me.

But I wouldn't let that happen. I didn't want him to do it alone. I wanted us to share the hardships together as husband and wife. That's what being married is about, right? Give and take.

So I gave him the biggest smile I have and shouted, "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

He slipped the ring into my ring finger, replacing the promise ring he gave me last winter. I embraced him tightly and we kissed passionately. Soon our kisses became heated, and slowly our clothes disappeared and we made love for the first time there in the meadow, where I felt like in heaven.

I wasn't the only one to be excited for the wedding. Prim and Madge practically shrieked out of excitement like extreme fangirls. Mother was delighted to hear the news, and Gale probably gave the brightest smile I've ever seen from him. And Seth, well he may have expected it because he smirked as if he knew this would happen when we told him the news.

As for Peeta's family, Mr. Mellark was very happy to know his youngest son would get married soon. Peter and Patrick were glad to hear that too. Their mother, however, was the only one who disagreed with the engagement. But Peeta didn't care about it because we were both already 18 at that time, so practically we were adults.

The wedding took place three weeks after the announcement. I chose Madge to be my bridesmaid, and he chose Seth to be the best man. The ceremony was located at the meadow and it wasn't that big, we only invited our family and close friends. I couldn't believe Greasy Sae brought Haymitch with her, but he looked surprisingly clean and he even admitted he didn't for three days just to be prepared for this day. We chose the location to be there because I wanted to feel close to my father, and it was the perfect place.

I was wearing a strapless white gown and my dark hair was tied in a bun. My cheeks were slightly red because of the makeup. I remember precisely how nervous I was. I felt like I wanted to faint. But I couldn't afford to since it was the biggest day of my life. Mother said it was time to go. I don't remember what happened next. What I remember is the handsome look of Peeta with his hair combed backwards and he was wearing a black tuxedo. The perfect face of his was the most beautiful thing I saw on that day. Things went very slow at that moment and my ears vaguely heard anything. The next thing I realized was he was right next to me. After that the parson started to mumble something but I was only focused on my soon to be husband in front of me.

Peeta's eyes were shining with tears like a newly discovered Benitoite stone and his lips curved into a content smile. I couldn't help but to smile back to him. He mouthed, 'I love you', and I did the same. After the parson stopped talking, we exchanged rings and started to kiss. It was a mind-blowing kiss. Everyone stood up from their chair and started to clap, but I could hardly hear anything. All I felt were Peeta's lips moving gently, but passionately against mine. However, he pulled away too soon, but with the look on his face, I knew he was keeping the rest of it later.

After the toasting and received best wishes from our friends, we moved into our new house and we made love for the second time. Things went well for the next days after that. Although I wasn't used with Peeta's wakeup kisses. Living with my husband is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Until a miraculous day happened after four years in our marriage. I was pregnant. At first, I was terrified although the face expression Peeta gave me when I told him about it was priceless. But when I felt her kicking inside me, I felt a surge of happiness and excitement rush through my whole being. Time went by so fast that I didn't realize 8 months had passed and our daughter was born.

The first time I cradled her in my arms, I knew she was the most beautiful creature I've ever laid my eyes on. She has similar blue eyes of Peeta, my brunette hair and red skin that showed that she was just a few minute old. Everyone was in Peeta and my room with bright smiles. To tell you the truth, Mother invited Haymitch as well, and believe it or not, he burst into tears which made him look uglier than usual, and I cracked a laugh. Prim was so glad to finally become an aunt that she couldn't take her eyes off her niece. Behind her, Gale had his arm around his wife, Madge who just got married a week before Hope's birth.

"She's so gorgeous," Mother said softly, holding her newborn granddaughter in her arms. Tears began to pool in her eyes. "What's her name?"

Peeta sat beside me on the bed and was kissing my hand a few times before answering, "Hope Catherine Mellark."

"That's a beautiful name," she admitted. "Hello, Hope. I'm your grandmother." She kissed her still red forehead.

I caught a glimpse of Seth leaning on the doorframe, looking a bit uneasy. I called for him.

"What are you doing there, Seth? Come here and take a look at my daughter."

"Huh? Uh… Well, I…" He stuttered, shyly averting his eyes from us.

Mother walked over to him. "Here, try holding her."

"Wha-?" He exclaimed. "Wait, I'm not good with babies. What if she starts to cry?" Was it just me or he looked quite adorable when he panicked?

"She won't. Here," Mother insisted and handed Hope to him.

"But-" He started to protest but stopped when he held her perfectly. She yawned quietly and Seth was awestruck. "Wow. She's so cute," he admitted and started to slowly caress her cheek.

"What happened to the guy who was afraid of babies just now?" Gale teased.

He glared at her. "Shut up. I'm not scared of them. It's just that I've never held a baby before and I'm afraid I won't be good at it."

"You're doing a good job," Peeta claimed.

"Thanks. Now I know you want to hold her and she looks sleepy, so here you go."

"Wait! I want to hold her too!" Prim squealed excitedly. "Can I, Katniss?"

"Sure you can," I said gleefully. "After all, she's your niece."

Very carefully, Seth lifted her to Prim. At first, she looked awkward while holding Hope. I couldn't blame her since it was her first time to carry an infant. "Am I doing it right?" She asked anxiously.

"You're doing fine, honey," Mother ensured her.

After a while she gave Hope back to Peeta. I believe I was the luckiest woman to have Peeta as my husband and right now he was holding our daughter as she slowly drifted to sleep.

Mother rose up from the chair beside our bed. "Okay, everyone. I believe Katniss needs her sleep now."

With that, everyone left the room, mumbling about how cute Hope was. When the door shut close, Peeta leaned back against the headboard and I tried to cuddle to him as close as I could, but still made sure not to squeeze Hope between us. He kissed my temple.

"I love both of you so much," he whispered.

"I love you too," I murmured, kissing his lips and then our little angel's forehead. "And you too, sweetheart."

"Thank you so much, Katniss. For giving me a perfect daughter."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Peeta," I said before exhaustion engulfed me and fell asleep.

"Mommy! I'm home!"

I abruptly snap from my trance with the sound of my daughter from the kitchen door. In my hands is a photo album of my family. There's a picture of Hope when we celebrated her first birthday, a picture of Peeta showing her how to ice cakes, a picture of her sleeping on my lap as I braid her hair. There are also pictures of Prim, Mother, Gale and Madge. Seth is not an exception, but apparently he doesn't really like taking pictures because we only managed to catch a picture of him while sleeping.

"Where're you, Kat?" Seth's voice follows afterwards.

"I'm in the living room!" I call.

Then my 6-year old Hope comes from the kitchen and trots towards them and jumps on my lap. "Mommy, Papa Seth brought me to the woods and showed me the meadow!" She exclaims happily.

"Did you enjoy it?" I ask, brushing her hair.

"Yup. I love it. Can we go picnic there soon?" She questions hopefully.

"I hope so, sweetheart," I tell her, rubbing my fat belly and then stare at Seth. "I hope you made sure she didn't get hurt."

"Of course I did," he confirms. "So, how's the new baby coming?"

I say, "Apparently the doctor said it should be soon."

Suddenly Peeta walks down from the stairs. "And apparently it's a boy this time."

"Wow. Did you hear that, Hope? You're going to have a little brother soon," Seth tells Hope, patting her head.

She jumps while clapping her hands joyfully. "Yay! Can I teach him how to bake?" She shrieks.

Her daddy lifts her up in his arms and twirls in a circle so that her giggle fills the living room. "Wait until he's old enough, okay?"

"Okay, daddy," she mumbles, holding on to his neck.

"We've got something to tell you," I announce.

"What is it?" Seth curiously asks.

My husband and daughter take a seat next to me on the couch so we're facing him straightly. "We've already chose a new for the baby."

"Really? Then tell me."

Peeta and I say at the same time, "Sky Seth Mellark."

The look on his face shows that he's too astonished to speak. "Y-you guys are naming him after me? Isn't being your children's godfather enough already?"

Peeta rubs my belly soothingly. "We owe you so much, Seth. You've taken care of us for so long and we can't thank you enough. That's why we want you to become Hope and Sky's godfather. So that you can help us look after them."

"We decide to use your name for our son is because we want him to grow up like you: cheerful, friendly and very kind," I continue.

He begins his habit to scratch the back of his head whenever he's shy. "Well… um… your welcome, I guess?" He walks over to put his palm on my stomach and leans in.

"Hey there, Sky. This is your godfather. I'll take care of you once you're born," he whispers.

"I wanna look after him too!" Hope joins in.

We all begin to laugh and soon the house is filled with our laughter. And then on the 16th of July, our son, Sky is born with the hair of his father and my eyes. Days change into months and then years have passed and we find out Sky inherits the spirit and love to adventure from me. When he reached the age of 5, I teach him in the woods and teach him a bit of hunting. He has a brave and strong nature unlike his sister who is shy and sweet like her father and loves to bake either at home or the bakery.

One night, we tuck our children in to their beds and slowly walk towards our bedroom, hand in hand. Peeta stops us right in front of our door and stares at me lovingly for ten good minutes.

"You love me, real or not real?" He sweetly asks although he knows the answer.

I wrap my arms around his waist and whisper against his lips. "Real."

And then we enter our room with the most blissful feeling ever, content and cherishing with our small but perfect family. Always.

This is probably the cheesiest chapter I've ever written and I hope it's okay. Well, that's the end of this story. I want to thank all of my readers for supporting me through the process of the story. It's been a long journey and a bit tough, but it was really fun to read the reviews from all of you and I've been enjoying every single moment. I know I sound as if I'm not going to write anymore, but good news is that I'll see you again my new story that is already being published so please read and enjoy it.