Once again, thank you to my beta - Demigodwiththebread. Couldn't have done it without you.
He moves his hand across my forehead, brushing away the few strands that got caught there. I smile up at him, and his eyes shine down on me. It feels good being in his arms; like things might be okay. Or at least that they will be better. I didn't think there was hope after the Rebellion. Even though we won, it still felt like something was tying us back. Maybe it was sorrow from all the deaths, or maybe it was because some things were left unfinished - a mystery. Whatever it was, I just want to forget it and stay here, in his arms, forever.
I never thought that this would be where I'd end up. Safe, at home, no more Hunger Games coming every year to scare everyone into thinking that they'd get chosen, or someone they loved would. Like I've said many times, I never imagined myself falling in love, getting married, and having kids. It was a crazy idea, stupid even, to think about having kids when the Hunger Games were going on. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if a child of mine were chosen to compete. But now I don't need to worry about that.
So I stand here, in the small meadow that lays by my old house in the Seam, which no longer looks so down and lonely. I feel the light breeze in the air, it feels almost peaceful. I don't want to leave. I just want to stand here forever, watching my children play in the grass. Smiles light up their small faces, causing me to smile too at their happiness.
"I love you, Katniss." My husband whispers, drawing my hair behind my ear, which is no longer in it's braid. Today I let it loose, it's no longer held back like I once was.
"I love you too, Peeta," I reply. He smiles like it's the most amazing thing he has ever heard. What's really amazing is that he could still love me after everything I did. I wouldn't blame him if he just stopped loving me and moved on. He could have left if he wanted to leave the past behind him for good, but he didn't. He stayed here in District 12, with me.
I want to forget everything, everyone: Prim, Gale, my mother. Everyone who died, like Finnick, Boggs, and Cinna. I want to let the past be the past and move on, and I have. It's just every once in awhile that a memory flashes through my mind and I see everyone who died in my Hunger Games. Peeta has them too. But we get through them together.
Things may not be the same, they may not get any better than this, but that's okay.
Right now, here in Peeta's arms with our children playing close by, if this is as good as it's going to get, then that's just fine with me.
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