I am watching a strange movie so if this story is a bit odd, just think creativaly. (If that's a word. Haha.) Hope you like it anyways, be sure to tell me, and any requests just tell me…

Peeta sat by the fire, holding his small child in his arms. The long winter days past by coldy outside, and his windows were dusted in snow. He smiled and laughed with his beautiful son. His big eyes showed a lot of his mothers will and fire. The baby laughed cutely at the sounds his father was making. Peeta spoke softly the strange things that came to his mind. But no matter how weird it was he did it anyways. He loved playing with his child, and he loved being happy just because of it. So on these cold boring winter days when Katniss was upstairs and he was down here he'd play with his son.

Except there was only one sad tragic truth, and that was that there was no child in his arms. It was all in his imagination…the boy wasn't real. But he wanted him to be, so badly that he pretended. So badly that he named it and played with it, and wished that is was real…

Hope you like it, its short sweet and strange…thanks