Disclaimer: I do not own any material from The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, or Mocking-Jay. All rights go to the original author, Suzanne Collins.

Here are some things that you need to know-

Finnick is alive. Prim doesn't die, rather their mother does. Peeta has two brothers, Proust, and Lloyd. This takes place after Mocking-Jay but before the epilogue.

Katniss' POV

Last night didn't happen, did it? What did I do with Peeta? Unmentionable things in my own opinion. What were we thinking? Raiding Haymitch's personal stock while gone wasn't my brightest idea. I feel sick. And my head hurts. But I smell cheese buns? Could it be a hallucination?

I creep down the stairs and Peeta is making cheese buns while Prim sews a part of one of her worn out shirts. I always buy her new clothes, but she refuses to wear most of them. Her eyes look lost. It is like she's somewhere else. My eyes wander to Peeta. He wears a brown apron that is covered in white flour. I can't help but smile at his shaggy blonde hair. He smiles at the sight of me causing me to blush.

"Haymitch is coming home today. And we have a wedding to go to," says Peeta pulling out a fresh batch of cookies. "Who's wedding?" I ask, holding my aching head. "Proust and Jessa's." I remember Peeta mentioning it. But I didn't think he was being serious when he told me we were going together. "Right," I say like I didn't forget. I pull Prim away from her job and bring her into my room. "Make sure you dress presentable, little duck. You're suffering with me," I tease. A small smile breaks through her face, but it isn't fairly wide like it would normally be.

I pull the brush through my hair and sigh. I can't help but let my eyes wander out the window. In the six months I've been home, I watch District 12 rebuild its self every day. I remember all of the ruble left when the Capitol's fire bombs first struck. Committees came by often to check coal mines and see that houses were up to standard. Peeta and I have made large contributions to the District towards its remaking.

Peeta is doing well now. But whenever he has a hallucination, he has to leave. But that only comes once in a blue moon. Sometimes we play real or not real just for a laugh. Peeta isn't like Gale at all. Peeta doesn't insist I say the three words I feel for him like Gale would. I haven't spoken with Gale in a long time because he's the reason my mother is dead.

It was Gale and Beatty who designed the bombs. And it was Gale who told my mother that she should assist the medical team with the Capitol citizens. I will never look at Gale the same. And I don't need to because I have Peeta Mellark. The boy with the bread. The boy who will love me no matter what I do or don't do, say or don't say…feel or don't feel.

But I'm positive about how I feel about Peeta. In fact it was my announcement last night that caused the 'celebration'. I haven't seen Haymitch in almost a month. He's been helping out with some things in the Capitol. And he's beginning to sober up. But he will never fully recover. But he's so busy now a days, he doesn't have much time to drink. Nevertheless he will still be upset when he finds out we took from his stash.

As I look out the window, I see men standing around an empty lot just a few yards away from my house. They're surveying the land. Perhaps it's for a new building or maybe a house.

I still hunt. Not as much because I spend so much time with Peeta and Prim. But whenever I can I sneak into the woods which I'm now allowed in. But I don't usually get much hunting done. I usually sit by the lake and cry. I miss my mother no matter how mad I get over things she did. And I miss my father as well.

This is my safe place. This is where I don't have to be the mocking-jay. Here, I get to be Katniss Everdeen, the girl who won the 74th Hunger Games and successfully got the boy she loved out as well. The girl who, without knowing so, defied the Capitol. The girl who made it out of the arena a second time, and lost the boy she loved. The girl who lost her mother, but got back the boy she loved. The girl who must stay strong for her sister who's torn. This is where I get to be me.

Peeta rests his hands on my shoulders massaging the tenseness out of my muscles. He kisses the top of my head and I feel security. I always feel this when Peeta is around me even after the highjacking. "Are you alright, love?" he asks gently stroking my hair. My heart sinks when he calls me this. Mainly because I've only said it to him for the first time last night. "I'm fine. When are we leaving?" I ask to dodge the subject.

Peeta sighs and moves over to the bed. "As soon as we're dressed. I had the Capitol send one of Cinna's dresses here for you. I didn't think you'd like anything Effie chose," he says smiling crookedly. He's right though. I hate the way Effie dresses but that is her. I sit on the edge while Peeta rummages through the closet. All of his things were moved over here when I forced him to move in with Prim and I. He left his house to Proust who has a daughter and as of today a wife.

Finnick and Annie will be there too. This excites me a little more. Mainly because of their adorable son Trace, a small toddler who loved life. I wasn't sure yet about kids. But Peeta was persistent. He wanted them even if I didn't. And I didn't even know if I didn't because the world has changed so randomly. But after last night, I may not have long to decide.