Hi! So this is a story about Peeta and Katniss's daughter who is forced into the Games against all odds. This story will begin as Peeta and Katniss just found out that Gale is now president of Panem and resuming the Hunger Games.

This is a sequel to Another Mellark so this might be confusing for those of you who haven't read Another Mellark so I recoment reading it before this story! :)

I would like to point out that I have terrible spelling and grammar so please don't judge!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. They all belong to Suzanne Collins. And she writes better stories than I do!

Katniss's POV:

Gale has become president of Panem. He is starting the Hunger Games again. Starting the one reason that I did not want to have kids.

I feel Peeta's arm wrap around me as he pulls me into his body. My body racks with sobs as I imagine my own daughter, Dahlia, in the arena fighting for her life. My daughter who has Peeta's eyes and my hair.

I killed Snow, so Peeta was able to convince me to have a beautiful daughter. Dahlia is legible to be in the reaping, as she is 13. Peeta and I thought it would be a good idea to not tell her about the original Hunger Games. The one her parents participated in twice. The life threating games that scar everyone for life. But she does know how Gale kidnaped her and tried to marry me. She knows that much that Gale Hawthorne is no one to joke around with.

Of course Dahlia is going into the Hunger Games. Gale will make that happen for his revenge. Because of us, he spent 8 years in prison for kidnapping Dahlia 12 years ago and forcing me to marry him to get her back. Before Gale and I we married, he was arrested for 8 years. This is how he's getting his revenge.

"We have to tell her," Peeta says when I finally calm down. I look into his ocean blue eyes that make me melt every time. I know he's right but she's only 13. How do I tell her without frightning her? That's when it hits me. It's impossible to tell her about the Hunger Games without scaring her.

"But how?" I ask Peeta. I feel his lips reach mine.

"I don't know," He finally says as he gets up. He holds his hand out to me and I take it. He helps me up off the bed and we enter Dahlia's room. She's reading a book but puts it down when we walk into her room. She smiles but she's like me. She senses that something is wrong.

"What's going on?" She asks. Peeta starts to take a deep breath but I've got a better idea.

"Come on sweetheart, we are going to the special place," I tell her. Dahlia likes to call the meadow the special place since we spend a lot of time there. Every afternoon, Dahlia and I go to the meadow and I teach her archery. She loves it and has gotten very good for someone her age.

"Okay…." She says and trails off. She goes downstairs to get her shoes on. Peeta gives me a reinsuring smile as we get our shoes on as well. The walk to the meadow is very quiet. I can tell that Dahlia is worried so I take her hand and give it a squeeze. I feel a squeeze of my hand but I can tell she's still precautious.

We sit on the green meadow grass and Peeta and I look at each other. Now it's time.

"Dahlia, Mom and I need to tell you something," He begins. "We think you are old enough to know the truth." Dahlia nods her head and Peeta continues.

"Years ago, there was something called The Hunger Games," Dahlia looks confused as Peeta says this. "These we not just any games…. Each district had to provide 2 tributes. One female, and one male. All 24 tributes were placed in an arena…" Peeta pauses and this is the hardest part. "To fight to the death until one alone victor stands." Dahlia's eyes open wide and I feel a tear slide down my cheek. I never wanted to tell her this.

"That's terrible! Why?" She exclaims.

"It was terrible. And because before the Hunger Games, all the districts rebelled against the Capitol. And to show that the Capitol had control over everything, they created The Hunger Games." I tell her. A sadden look comes across her face but then she becomes confused.

"You said 24 tributes. There are 13 districts?" She asks. This leads to another story so I decide to keep it short and simple.

"District 13 was destroyed during the rebellion. They never participated in The Hunger Games. Then, 17 years ago, 13 was rebuilt." I say and she nods her head. I leave the rest for Peeta to tell her.

"Now, when mom and I were 16, we both were chosen or 'reaped' for the 74th Hunger Games," he says and Dahlia's eyes get wider.

"But I thought you said that there was only one victor?" She asks. Peeta nods and continues.

"We showed the Capitol off with our love," He says. It's a good thing he's telling her this. I wouldn't know how to tell her. "Then the Capitol forced us to be in the 75th Hunger Games," He says and I'm about to lose it at the sight of Dahlia's reaction. "Everything went wrong and in the middle of the games, we were all taken out of the arena," Peeta says and then looks at me and I know he wants me to continue.

"Except, your dad was picked up by the Capitol and I became the MockingJay and lead all the districts into rebellion. Along the way, dad was rescued but…." I trail off. This is so hard to tell my daughter this.

"But…" She starts me off.

"But, the Capitol hijacked his mind in thinking I was out to kill him," I say leaving it as that. But Peeta jumps in before Dahlia can answer any questions.

"But our love was so strong, that I came back and I love your mother very much," Peeta says as he puts his arm around me. Dahlia only nods her head and crawls into my lap. I feel my lap become wet and I know she's crying. Peeta and I hug her and she finally calms down.

"That's- terrible!" She stutters.

"I know, I know" I tell her. I am trying to delay the real news on how the Hunger Games are returning. "I love you," I tell her and Peeta kisses my cheek and then Dahlia. For a while there is silence. We have to tell her. We can't delay it. The reaping is next week. I look at Peeta and I know that I have to do this.

"Dahlia, we have a new president," I tell her. And she looks confused. She's probably thinking, Why are you telling me this now?

"Who?" She asks and I can't bare it any more. I look at Peeta with pleading eyes and he understands.

"Gale Hawthorne" He says and it's almost like Dahlia knows what the next part is. "And he is starting the Hunger Games again." Peeta finishes it and I try to stay strong for Dahlia as she falls apart and cries hysterically into Peeta's chest. I rub her back and I let a tear slide. She saying something but I can't understand it.

"Shhhh, It's okay. Mom and I won't let anything bad happen to you" Peeta says to try to calm her down. Even though that we can't do anything to prevent her going into the games. He's so good at that. Dahlia does eventually calm down and when she does I can finally make out what she's saying.

I'm going into The Hunger Games.

"Oh, no sweetheart, you're safe. Right here." I tell her to try to reinsure her. Peeta helps her up and we walk home in silence. When we get home, Dahlia runs straight to her room and slams the door. I start to cry into Peeta's shoulder and he comforts me.

"We are terrible parents," I tell him because that's exactly what I feel like.

"No, no we're are not. Gale's a terrible person. We had to tell her. She has a right to know and we can't just send her to the reaping without knowing what the Hunger Games are," He tells me and I know he's right but I just feel so bad telling her this.

"I know you feel like a terrible parent. I do too. But we just have to get through it. I promise. I mean, she has to go to the reaping and she will only have her name in once just like eveyone else in Distirct 12. What are the odds?" He asks me and thats almost exactly what I was thinking when Prim was reaped.

Peeta makes dinner and I go up and talk to Dahlia who is suprisingly not crying her eyes out and back to reading her book. She's so strong and I intend to protect her.

"Dinner's ready," I tell her and she puts the book down.

"Okay," She says and we walk downstairs together. Dinner is really quiet. Normally Dahlia talks nonstop but she's still worried about the Hunger Games. I can't stand it anymore.

"Dahlia, you okay?" I ask her. She looks up from her food and waits a while to answer me.

"When's the reaping?" She asks.

"Next week," Peeta says and she takes a deep breath and starts shaking and worring again. I hate seeing her like this.

"Sweetheart, you're name is only in there once. The odds of you being picked is unlikly," I ensure her.

"But Gale's president! He will see through that I will be put into the arena!" She says and I know its true. But Peeta told me to always look on the bright side.

"No, you don't know that." I say and I get up to give her a hug. She starts to cry again and I see Peeta get up from the table and leave the room. Where is he going?

I calm Dahlia down and I send her to go get ready for bed. Then I go and find Peeta. I look everywhere but I finally find him in our room sitting peacfully in the edge of the bed, facing the other way.

I come up behind him and wrap my arms around him. I kiss his cheek and still no words. "Look, I know it's hard and we both know Dahlia's going to be reaped. But we have to do everything possible so that either she doesn't go into the arena or..." I can't finish my sentence because Peeta's lips are on mine.

"I'm sorry Katniss, I just can't stand having Dahlia go into the Games. I promise to protect you both and now-" He says but before he can finish, I press my lips onto his.

"There is nothing you could have done to prevent this," I tell him because I know he's beating himself up over this.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too," I reply back,

"Always." He says.

So I hope you like this chapter! Please review and tell me you're thoughs. I would like to use your ideas as much as possible! Thanks!

~GirlOnFire99