"Willow, Rowan, we're going inside now!" I call to my daughter and son, whom are six and four.

"We're coming, Mom," Willow shouts, tugging on Rowan's arm and leading him towards our rather large house. I can't help but smile as Peeta comes out with a plate of cupcakes, frosted to perfection.

"Hey, we were just coming inside," I say, leaning in to press my lips against his. He returns the gesture, smiling as we break away.

"Okay, I'll put them on the table," he tells me, turning to walk inside. I go fetch Rowan, who is picking at the grass.

"He won't come, Mommy," Willow wines, clearly frustrated with her younger brother.

"It's okay, Daddy made cupcakes. Now, go get yours, I'll take care of Rowan," I shoo her away. She skips to the house, her two braids swaying back and forth. I sigh, "Come on, Rowan," I begin to lift him up by his under arm.

"But I wanna play," he argues.

"How about you go get your cupcake?" I know he loves his father's cupcakes and his face immediately lights up. He squirms from my arms and takes off running to the house. I smile as I walk in last, seeing frosting on everyone's faces, including Peeta's. I can just barely make out what was on everyone's cupcake. Rowan's had toy truck, Willow's had the tree for which she was named for, and Peeta's had a painting pallet.

"For you," Peeta bows, handing me my cupcake. I smile at him and kiss a spot on his face where he smeared the frosting.

"Ewww," Willow shouts, scrunching up her face.

"What?" Peeta asks, "This?" he says jokingly, dipping his head down for another kiss, this time on the mouth.

"Yes!" she exclaims, shuddering. Peeta and I laugh at her before I take a moment to look at my cupcake. It's of our outfits from our first games. I stare up at Peeta with teary eyes.

"It's beautiful."

"I'm sorry, I just thought it'd be nice on there. I shouldn't have-"

I cut him off, "No, it's fine. It just brings back memories, that's all." I smile.

"Oh, um, Annie called, she wanted to talk to you about something," he says, taking another bite of his cupcake.

"Okay, I'll go call her," I walk to the phone and punch in the numbers to Annie's phone.

"Hello?" I hear her voice on the other end, sounding frail and small.

"Hey, Peeta said you called."

"Yeah, um I was wondering if Finn and I could come for a few days. He really wanted to see Rowan and Willow."

"Oh, of course, that'd be great. I haven't seen him in months. In fact, Johanna was planning on coming sometime in the next few weeks. Maybe we could all hang out together, it's been so long since we've had a get-together," I suggested.

"Okay, we were planning on a coming in about a week, I don't know the exact day. Finn has a little swimmers thing he does, so he doesn't want to miss it."

"Okay, how about I call Jo now?"

"Sure," she replies. I punch in the numbers for Johanna's phone.

"So, Brainless, what do you need this time?" Johanna says plainly and sarcastically.

"Well, Annie was going to come to our house with Finn. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to bring Henry in about a week," I say. Henry is the same age as Rowan, and they enjoy playing together whenever we get together. After the games Johanna decided to fool around...about every night. She got stuck with Henry after his father claimed it wasn't his. But, once he was born she fell in love with him. It wasn't easy to tell whose it was without doing testing. She was always sleeping with someone new.

"Yeah, sure."

"Finn is so excited to see everyone. He wouldn't stop talking about Peeta's cakes after he came from your house," Annie chirps up. She has gotten a lot better after the games, I feel like she thought once Snow was dead she was alive again. I'm happy for her, and I'm glad she is better, it's a lot easier on Finn. I know Finnick would've been proud of her and his son.

"Okay, well, we'll probably- Henry, put that down!" she interrupts herself by screaming at Henry, causing me to cover my ears. She returns to the phone a moment later, with a crying Henry in the background, "I'll call you later, I've gotta go," she groans into the phone. Annie and I laugh as she hangs up.

"Well, I'll call you later, Annie. Then we can plan a little more," I say. Just then, Rowan, Willow, and Peeta come into the room with frosting all over their faces.

"I've got to go, too. I have to pick Finn up from a friend's house," she explains.

"Yeah, I've got three kids to clean up. They just had cupcakes," I chuckle, and Annie does too.

"Okay, bye," she says.

"Bye," and with that we hang up.

"Mommy, Daddy said we could watch a movie before we go to bed tonight," Willow says, licking some frosting off her fingers.

"Okay, but first I've got to clean all your faces off," I laugh. I grab a cloth from the sink and begin to wipe Rowan's face. He squirms a bit, but finally I get it all off. Next, I wash Willow's face, who stands still until I'm done. Finally, I reach Peeta, who is smiling down at me, with those gorgeous blue eyes. I wipe his face clean, kissing his lips deeply before putting the rag back in the sink.

"Gross!" Willow shouts, scrunching up her nose.

"Can we watch a movie, Mommy?" Rowan says. I look over at the clock, which tells me it's already 5:30.

"First, we need our pajamas on," Peeta says.

"How about we race, who can finish the fastest?" I ask, knowing they'll rush off.

"Me!" Rowan and Willow shout together, running up the stairs to their bedrooms.

"Come on, we have to get on our pajamas," I say, pulling Peeta's arm. When we reach our rather large bedroom Peeta locks the door behind us. When he turns around I'm already in the closet looking for pajamas.

"How about this one?" he asks, pulling a short silk nightgown from a hanger. It's orange, his favorite color, with spaghetti straps.

"Not in front of the kids," he gives me a puppy dog face, his blue eyes pulling me in, "Okay, later," I say. He smiles at me, and helps me unbutton my shirt. We end up kissing for I don't know how long, but I can't keep track of time when Peeta's lips are on mine. We didn't even begin undressing.

"Mommy, Daddy, are you almost done!?" Rowan shouts from outside the door.

"We'll be out in a minute, honey," I say, walking away from Peeta, throwing on some pajamas. All he does is smile, and he quickly dresses, walking outside to where the kids have sat at the couch.

"Can we watch this one?" Willow asks, "I've never seen it before," Peeta quickly grabs it from her and hides it behind his back.

"What is it?" I ask, trying to crane my head around his body.

"You don't want to see it, I'm just going to put it upstairs," he says, turning to leave. When he turns I snatch it from his hands, and nearly drop it when I read what it says: 'The 74th Annual Hunger Games'.

"Where did you get this, Willow?" I whisper.

"It was in a box in Dad's painting room."

"You are not to go in there again. Do you understand?" I say, with a full voice.

"But, I want to watch it."

"Honey, this is only for Mommy and Daddy to watch," Peeta steps in, "Kat, do you want to go upstairs?"

"No. No, I can't let this rule my life. I'm going to go put it away, I'll be back in a minute," I say, doing my best to choke down my tears. I think back to the reaping day, what if Effie didn't pick Prim's name? What if she picked someone else? I decide that I love my life just the way it is. I have two beautiful children, and a handsome husband. I have all the money and food I could possibly need. I'm happy. If only I could break away from the monstrous thing know as my past. When I walk down stairs Peeta's just put in a cartoon, and the two kids are cuddled under one of his arms. I walk to the couch, sitting down beside him. He lifts up his arm so I can snuggle in, then he drops it at my side.

"You okay, Kat?" he whispers into my ear, probably so the kids won't be curious.

"I'm fine," I sigh, "Maybe we should find a safer spot for that stuff. There's just so much of it, I wish I could get rid of it."

"It's up to you."

"No, it's not. This stuff is yours, too. It's everything anyone knows us for. I'm just glad that we got to choose if the next generation should learn about it in school," I tell him.

"I don't want to tell the kids, either. But, eventually they're going to hear from someone else. Wouldn't you rather tell them ourselves? We can show them the tapes and-"

"No. We can't tell them. Ever," I say quickly, cutting Peeta off.

"We'll talk about this later," he says as quietly as he can. He turns his attention to the screen, and I do the same awhile after. When the movie is over Rowan is asleep, "Come on, Willow, it's time for bed," Peeta yawns, picking her up.

"But I'm not tired, Daddy!" she wines.

"Come on, Mommy and Daddy are going to bed soon, too."

"I'll get Rowan," I say, picking up his sleeping figure.

"Okay," Peeta says, and I follow him up the steps. I carefully lay him down on his bed, giving him a kiss on the cheek. When I get back to the room Peeta's already in the bathroom brushing his teeth.

"Hey," I say, walking over to him. He spits and wipes his mouth, walking out of the room, straight past me. I sigh, "Are you mad at me?"

"Yes," he says, taking off his shirt and crawling into bed. I take off my pajamas and take out the nightgown he recommended.

"Why?" I ask, putting on the nightgown and sliding in next to him.

"It's not your decision to made. We have tell them," he says, not turning to face me.

"No, we don't," I argue. Why would he purposely tell them something so awful?

"Yes, Katniss. They need to know. What are you going to say if they ever ask us how we met?"

"I'll tell them the truth, we met at your bakery," I say. Peeta turns to me and I can tell he's getting frustrated with me.

"No, we didn't. You know the only reason we're together is-"

"Daddy?" Rowan's voice cuts Peeta off.

"Hey, did we wake you, honey?" I ask, getting up and grabbing my robe.

"Yeah," he yawns.

"Come on, I'll put you to bed," I say, taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom.

"Were you fighting with Dad?" he asks as he pulling the covers up to his chin.

"No, we were just...debating."

"Okay, goodnight, Mommy."

"Goodnight," I say, kissing him on the forehead. I walk back to my room and see that Peeta's already turned off the light.

"Peeta?" no answer, "Come on, it's only 7:30, can we just talk?"

"Talk about what?" he asks, sitting up.

"How we're going to tell them. When we're going to tell them."

"So now you want to tell them?"

"Of course I want to tell them. I was just sensitive to it after Willow found the tape," I tell him gently, reaching for his hand. My hand fits perfectly in his large one.

"How long do we wait?" he asks, looking into his lap.

"Maybe we should talk to Jo and Annie, we can tell all the kids together," I suggest.

"I think that'd be great."

"I'll talk to them in the morning. We have plans to make about their trip anyway," I say.

"Okay, are we good, then?" he smiles hesitantly.

"We're good," I say just before kissing him deeply. We kiss for awhile before we're out of breath. Then, we go to bed with our fingers intertwined.

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