A/N Hey we're back! Okay, so if you haven't read Hush, Little Baby all you have to know is Katniss and Peeta are married with a son, Orion, and they're in District 13 working on the rebellion. But if you would like to read Hush, Little Baby to get the full story I definitely encourage it. :)

And of course The Hunger Games and its characters do not belong to me. Everything is Suzanne Collins'.

Chapter One

Katniss

"Come on, Orion," Peeta tries to coax our son to eat the rice cereal Dr. Wade had said we should be starting to give him now at five months. At first, he had loved it. But one week later and he was bored and refused to eat it.

I watch, amused, as Peeta opens up his mouth and begins to make faces in attempt to get Orion to take the food. Orion just stares at his father with those wide blue eyes that stood out against his soft olive skin and dark, feathery hair. He slaps his tiny hand on his high chair and bounces up and down, then opens his mouth. Peeta goes in and gets Orion to take the rice cereal.

"See?" Peeta smiles at him, "That wasn't bad at all."

Orion's face crinkles up and he sprays out the rice cereal over Peeta, who takes it with a straight, almost disbelieving face. I laugh at the sight of him. His face still has no emotion on it as he wipes off the gunk with a napkin. I can't stop cracking up.

"You missed some," I manage to say and take the napkin from Peeta's hand to wipe some of the rice cereal off of his face.

"Would you like to try, Mrs. Mellark?" Peeta asks, handing me the spoon. I felt a little start, even after four months I'm not accustomed to my new last name.

"I've already had to change today because he spit up his breakfast," I tell Peeta. "You can finish up here, I'm sure."

"Should you just feed him?" Peeta asks. "We've been trying this for an hour now."

I shake my head. "We are not going soft, Peeta. He has to eat this rice cereal. I can't breastfeed him forever."

"He's five months old," Peeta says. "I doubt letting him breastfeed now will cause him to become permanently attached to it."

"We agreed, one meal a day will be the cereal," I say. "We have to stick to that."

Peeta nodded his head. "Yes, okay fine. But then you have to try and get him to eat it, because he is not eating it from me."

I take the spoon from Peeta and dip it in the rice cereal. Orion shuts his mouth as I try and bring it closer to his lips.

"Orion, you are going to eat this," I tell him, my voice firm. But Orion doesn't relent. His mouth stays shut.

I have an idea. "Peeta, do that thing that makes him laugh."

Peeta nods his head. He puts on a blank face, his eyes closed, than suddenly pops his mouth and eyes wide open. Orion laughs at this face like he always does, and I'm able to get a spoonful in him. I put my hand on Orion's mouth so most of it is swallowed instead of sprayed all over the two of us.

We repeat this, Peeta trying out different expressions as eventually the bowl of rice cereal is done.

Peeta wipes Orion's face as I clean up the dishes. Now we can get back on schedule of our routine.

In the morning Peeta, Orion, and I would generally do our own thing at our apartment. Then when Prim got out of school in the afternoon she would watch Orion as Peeta and I went to work with the rebellion.

So with Orion fed, we took him in the stroller down to my mother and Prim's place. My mother had gotten a job at a pharmacy, so for most of the day she was there now, but she would always insist that Orion stay at least until she got home, which usually wasn't a problem because Peeta and I had so much to do with the rebellion anyway.

Prim, the happy aunt, looks excited when we came up to the door.

"What?" I ask her.

She shakes her head, still smiling. "Nothing."

"Prim," I say. "That face doesn't come out for just nothing, not even for you. What is it?"

"No, not until you get back," she says.

"We better go then," Peeta says. "We're already running a little late as it is."

Peeta puts his arm around my waist as he leads me out of the apartment door.

"But I want to know!" I exclaim.

"It's obviously a surprise," Peeta shrugs his shoulders. "It looked like she was trying to keep a secret. We'll find out tonight."

"Do you know?" I ask, suspicious of him.

"No," Peeta shook his head. I could tell he was being honest. When it had been my birthday a few weeks before I could tell he was lying about the surprise birthday party they threw me. He could fool just about anybody else, but not me. I knew him too well.

We spend our time at the training center at first. It was thought that if the soldiers and volunteers saw us there and worked with them we would have a better influence over them as leaders. I just liked the fact that I was learning how to shoot a gun.

Peeta and I liked to have some friendly competitions as we trained. Over the months, Peeta had gained his strength back. At first he couldn't lift any more than I could, but now he was lifting more than he had been able to in the past. I wasn't doing too bad myself, although there was no way I could keep up with Peeta.

But with running I always beat him. He was certainly better at running now than he had ever been before with his artificial leg, but even now he lagged behind me. On the treadmill I was running a full two miles per hour more than he was.

"Well, if it ever comes to it, you're certainly the one that'll be running away with Orion," Peeta draws in a deep breath after I'd finished running seven miles and he finished with five.

I catch my breath as I ask, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if there were someone chasing the three of us, I'd want you to go ahead with Orion to get away," Peeta answers.

"I couldn't ever leave you."

"For Orion?"

I try to picture it, but I can't. I can't imagine leaving Peeta behind. But for Orion, I would have to. I always had to protect Orion. And I know Peeta would put him first before anyone else, even me. Because we both wanted it that way. We both agreed that Orion had to be safe above all else.

"Well, let's just make sure we're never in a situation like that," I say quietly. But knowing the danger we're in, I wouldn't be surprised if it happened. "In fact, I really don't even want to talk about it unless it's actually happening."

Peeta sees the frantic look on my face and becomes understanding. "Of course, we won't."

"So," I say, "should we go shoot some guns now?"

Peeta laughs. He knows that the guns are my favorite part of the training center. We head up to the second story where the shooting range is. We pick our guns and again, have some competition. I usually do better than Peeta, but he could definitely take someone out with it and he can usually hit a moving target.

Since I always hunted, learning to shoot a gun and being able to was enthralling. It was a new challenge that I'd taken an interest to, especially when I pretended that all of the dummies and targets were President Snow.

Gale was also greatly invested in learning how to handle guns. He had signed up for the rebellion upon coming into District 13, and since he had been able to spend all his time practicing and not having a baby and raising that child, he was far more advanced than I was. He was even able to learn to use the long-range rifles for sniping.

Of course, most of this I heard through third-party. Gale still couldn't even look me. I miss my best friend. I miss our friendship, of what it was before the Games, before complications set in. I long to have it back. But I'd had to make a choice, and I had chosen Peeta. I realize how he must be feeling, so I gave him his space to work everything out.

"Bet you can't hit all five of these pigeons," I challenge Peeta.

He grins. "I bet I can."

"Okay, but I get to decide to release them," I tell him.

"That's not fair," he objects.

"You have already gotten all five when you said to release them," I say. "So you need a new challenge."

Peeta shakes his head. "Fine, but you have to go easy on me at first."

I grin mischievously at him.

Peeta holds out his handgun toward the shooting area. I get five clay pigeons ready and pull back, then release them one by one, trying to be fair but also a little faster. Peeta gets four of them.

He puts the gun down and opens his arms in surrender. "So, what do I have to do for losing the bet?"

I take a step closer to Peeta. Although we're a hand's length apart, I can feel the heat coming from him.

"Well," I blush and whisper, "I don't know if this conversation appropriate in public."

Peeta grins and kisses me. It starts simple and sweet, but gains some more power and passion so that we get some whistles at passer-bys. I break away first, grinning shyly.

"So, I suppose I'll just have to bear my punishment," Peeta smiles happily.

"I suppose so."

I have Peeta release the clay pigeons all at once, first five, and then I increase the numbers until I reach the most I can without missing one.

We have a meeting in the subway, but we're sweaty from our exercises, so we go to the separated locker rooms to shower.

"I wish we could just go home and shower there," Peeta sighs as we stand outside of the two divided rooms.

"Well, as part of your payment for the bet I will expect you to take a second shower tonight," I tell him. "Although you know if we did go home, we probably wouldn't come back."

Peeta grins, "I know."

I laugh.

We kiss good-bye and go into the separate men and women's showers. When we're clean, we both go outside to head down to the subway and into the Mockingjay Room, the room where the most secretive rebellion strategies were planned.

For the past several months, the top plan was Operation H.A.W.K.S. The only thing left in the plan was to decide the ones to carry it out and then of course to actually do it.

"I think that the obvious choice for one of the snipers is Atalanta Erikson," the general of the rebel forces says. "As for the second, Gale Hawthorne seems the perfect candidate."

My eyes grow wide. Gale? On Operation H.A.W.K.S.? I think about his rants and raves about the Capitol. Would he be able to keep his control? Then I think about his hunting. When it came to hunting, it didn't matter how upset he was before. Once that game was in his eyes, he would remain completely calm to get his kill. Despite his temper, when it came down to it, Gale would be able to stay in control enough to get this done with.

Some others comment and approve of these choices. I remain silent, like I usually do. But at the same time, I wish there were reason for me to take Gale out of H.A.W.K.S. I don't want anyone I care for getting hurt, and this will be an incredibly dangerous operation. Anyone caught by the Capitol will die, no question. Peeta's experience of being captured and questioned wouldn't be applicable in this case. They wouldn't want to risk another break-out.

They go over the individuals in H.A.W.K.S. that will be working in it. Not all of the positions are chosen. That will be saved for tomorrow's meeting.

Peeta and I join hands as we walk back to my mother's apartment. It's late, eleven at night, so Orion's asleep when we come in.

Prim has that same smile on her face when we come in.

"Now do we get to know what that face is for?" I ask her.

Prim nods her head and proudly shows me a round piece of cement that's just slightly bigger than my palm. Inside of it is the imprint of a pair of tiny hands. Under it an impression states, Orion Mellark, 5 mo.

"Oh, Prim this is fantastic!" I cry. I show Peeta and he says how much he loves it. We both thank Prim, but since it's late we cut the visit short and go home.