This is the epilogue. I have a story idea and it's so good.

"Olivia, you need to go to take your nap." I tell my two year old. His face contorts in anger. We're on a family vacation. I'm twenty eight, Peeta is too. We're married and have a son. It's July and we're back at the cabins. This is our family vacation stop. Reed is married and so is Johanna. Prim is nine.

"I'M NOT TAKING A NAP!" Seth screams.

"Alright," I stand up and pick up his truck. "Then this is mine. And this," I pick up his favorite toy. "And this." I add his stuffed bear.

"No Mommy! They mine!" he reaches for the toys.

"They're mine until your taking your nap." I reply. Everyone has agreed that I'm best at getting Seth to do what he needs to do.

"I'm not taking a nap." He says.

"Then these are all mine forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ev-"

"Fine!" he wails. "But-I-don't want-to!" he sobs. "Can I have bear for nap?" he sticks his thumb in his mouth. I set down his trucks and hand him the bear. I'm just about to sit back down when his tiny hand grabs my finger. "Come with me Mama! I sorry for yelling! I don't like nap time." He tugs my hand. I allow him to drag me upstairs.

I have battled so much since I turned nineteen. I was a stupid teenager back then. I thought that pain was my destiny and all I would ever feel is pain. Peeta opened my eyes and showed me that pain isn't the only destiny. He gave me happiness. He gave me everything. He and Seth are my everything. They come first.

Peeta is my missing puzzle piece.

And just like a puzzle, I am not complete without him.