A/N: So this is my first fanfic ever. Like ever. I am a big fan of Harry Potter but I never ended up writing a fanfic about it. I just have strong feels for Everlark right now. So, please spare my grammar, punctuation, capitalization, disorganization errors. I am kind of confused about the tenses so forgive me for mixing tenses too. I'm new to this. Reviews are highly appreciated. I already have chapter 2 written out though. :) So, a couple of reviews will probably urge me to post the second one up. Constructive criticism is highly welcomed :)

Love, Sophia-Emm

And oh. I don't own the HUNGER GAMES. Suzanne Collins is the owner :)

CHAPTER 1

It is raining on the first day of spring and I am standing inside my husband's bakery helping him hand his sweet pastries to his loyal District 12 customers rather than be in the woods and securing us a heartily good game for dinner. But I couldn't complain, seeing him work in his space is more than enough to brighten my day.

I marvel at how his shoulders flex, his muscles bulge, and how his face shows an insurmountable amount of concentration when he's working on his sweet pastries. Thinking of him this way sets this fire inside of me again – the fire that nobody else can put off except him. I was about to make my way to him and indulge myself a little bit when the bell rang, indicating a customer was inside.

"Urggh", I think to myself annoyingly as I turn to face whoever disturbed what I was about to do. But instead of annoyance, I am surprised to see who walked in the bakery. A little girl and a little boy are making their way towards the counter, hand in hand, giggling to themselves as they try to decide which delectable sweet to take.

"Oh see you're back for another pastry little guy?", Peeta suddenly appeared beside me, grinning as he wipes his hands full of dough.

"I'm not weettle anymowe Mistew Mellawk!", says the little boy who was obviously furious being called well, little.

Peeta laughs. "Oh alright. Big guy it is." He says as he shoved the boy's hair and then he turns his attention to the little blonde girl. "Hey Rosie! That's a pretty dress you're wearing! Who made it for you?".

The little girl's eyes look up and then her lips flash us a smile that reminded me so much of the little girl that I loved more than my whole life. Prim. It has been years since the rebellion, 8 to be exact. But the pain of losing my sister is still throbbing inside my veins. It's a wound that ceases to be closed. Prim. My only sister. I sighed deeply.

Peeta seemed to notice my uneasiness and he squeezes my hands and shot me a worried look. "I'm okay", I squeeze his hands back and gather up my courage to look at the little girl standing across me.

"Thanks Mistew Mellawk, my mommy made it for me", the little girl say proudly and she let go of the little boy's hand and touched her pink floral dress.

Then, a flustered worried man made his way inside the bakery and relief was found on his face when he spotted the two little kids.

"Daddy!", exclaim the little girl as he ran towards her daddy's arms.

"There you are Rosie! I told you not to walk away from us". The man then plants a kiss on his daughter's forehead as she giggles. "Never do that again Rosie! Your mom and I were so worried about you. You know mommy is not allowed to be so worried right now, do you?" He kisses the little girl on the cheeks again.

I feel the cold air on my hand as Peeta lifted his away from mine. I seek for his again but I can't seem to find it so I turn my gaze to him and see that look again - the look that he has whenever he's around children. That soft gleam in his eyes that indicated longing for one of his own. I sigh to myself again. I know he wanted them, so much. He opened the issue to me 2 years after we made us official. I gave him a strict "No" and he never pushed me into it ever since. But I still see it in his eyes though, everytime moments like this present themselves.

I was distracted by my train of thoughts when the little boy tugged my pants and said, "Uhm. Miss Mellawk, can you pwease give me two of the pink cookies and two of those blue cookies? Wosie's daddy is about to take hew away"

Peeta is about to change places with me when I decided to handle the order myself, shocking him and well, myself for a little while. Both of us know that I do not want anything to do with children; it's not that I don't like them, in fact, I do so dearly. It's just that I'm too afraid to fail them, to taper their sweet little innocence. I shrug my thoughts aside, grab a brown package and crouch a little to get the little guy's orders.

"Two blue and two pink coming up", I say smilingly. The little guy smiles back at me and I hand him his package.

He reaches into his small pockets and hands out money to pay, "Hewe you go Miss Mellawk", he says as he hands me the little payment he has.

I close his hand and crouch down to his level and said, "Nah, Jared. This one's on the house. You keep it. "

"Really?", his green eyes widen.

"Really", I let out a small laugh. "Now, go give Rosie hers before she heads home. Wouldn't want a girl waiting", I wink at him.

"Thanks Miss Mellawk", and then he kisses my cheek and hugged me hardly and then he went and give the cookies to Rosie.

I was caught in the moment and I don't know how to respond. A warm feeling envelope my being – not the kind of warm Peeta gives me, but a different kind. I try to search my heart for whatever thing that is when I'm jolted by another bell sound.

A very pregnant lady came in with the same worried look as the man who previously entered the bakery. She run her eyes over the place and quickly cried tears of relief when she sees the little guy, Jared.

"Jared! Baby!" she embraces the little guy. "You got mommy worried again!"

"I was just taking Wosie for cookies Mommy", Jared explains as he shoots Rosie a glance.

Rosie's father put her down then Rosie made her way towards Jared and his mommy with a cookie in her hand.

"Yes, he did Miss-Jawed's-Mommy", she smiles and then she looks at the lady's bulging tummy and says "Oh! You havin' a weettle bwothew too Jared?", she curiously asks as she touches the belly.

"No, I'm havin' a weettle sistew Wosie, I'm naming hew Wose for you", he smiles and then he turns to me. "Miss Mellawk, you want to touch my little sistew? She moves a lot in my mommy's belly!".

I half-heartedly smile and turn to Peeta and I saw how a tear trickle down his face. I hurt him again. I can't take that look in his face. I just couldn't. I don't deserve Peeta at all. He deserves a child, he deserves a woman who can love him enough to bear him a child. Tears are threatening to leave my eyes so I give Jared a little smile and say "I have to go".

I take my apron off and run as fast as I could away from the bakery in the pouring rain. I don't have anywhere in mind, I just let my feet take me wherever it would as tears trickled down my face. I run and run and run until I can no longer keep up with my pace and found myself stumbling in the bright yellow meadow.

Prim, I think to myself. Oh how I long for my sister. Images of her laughing, her blue eyes, her untuck shirt are running in my mind. I miss my Prim, the only person who I'm certain I loved from the very beginning. Why did she have to go away? Why did she have to burn? Why? I cry myself underneath the rain and the last thing I remember is singing her song as my tired eyes give up until I see nothing but darkness.