Please take into consideration that this is my first Hunger Games fan fiction, and I am not Suzanne Collins.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games.
"Mother?" Lucy asks me, I shake out of my daze quickly – trying not to remember the nightmares. "Yes, dear?" I reply, softly; which still surprises Peeta, I guess he still has Mockingjay images in his head. "When are we going to school?" Lucy asks me, I look directly in her face, savouring a lasting image – her dark hair and blue eyes, pale skin standing out in her red dress.
"Soon, very soon. Remember, Lucas will be going a few years after you. Nothing to worry about." I tell her, as soon as I've said my son's name, I look around for him urgently- it is the first time I haven't noticed him today. It's only the afternoon- but he gets into trouble quickly, epically as a toddler. "Mum?" Lucy asks me again, I reply evenly, "Yes?"
"You do remember Daddy was taking out Lucas to the bakery, right?" She says, I gently slap her wrist and go of saying something about of course I do. I have to keep up the act, sometimes the nightmare's slowly creep up on me and fade my current memory- But I am not going to let my past control my future, not the way my own mum had. I must make an effort, I must help protect Lucas to, Lucy mustn't be left on her own.
"Mum? Hello?" Lucy replies from across the room, I find myself on the other edge of the room, standing- I can't remember getting up, just these few things in the day scare me. Thank goodness I have Peeta, even if he's fighting the nightmare's to. "Yes darling, I do remember. Should we go join them?" I reply, I am pretty sure Lucy was just about to sigh with relive, but she hides it quickly, but not quickly enough that I couldn't see.
"Okay! First, I will do your hair though." Lucy quickly answers, I throw her a confused glance until I glance in the mirror to see what she's on about; my hair's everywhere. The plait's come un-done, I can't remember the last time I- I am Katniss Everdeen, I am married to Peeta Mellark, I have two children, Lucy and Lucas, and I still have a living mother. Not real or real? Real. It scares me I still have to do this, just to grip on reality, it almost reminds me of Haymitch, when myself and Peeta first meet him.
I blink, I find Lucy staring at me worriedly, but I quickly sit down to let her run her fingers through my hair, ever since mum's taught her how, she volunteer's every chance she gets to do my hair. Lucy reminds me of Prim sometimes, Prim; I still hate Snow- but now I let it go, it could have been Gale's bomb, I won't blame him; so I can't blame Snow, I can't blame someone for something they may or may not have done.
"When can I go hunting? With you?" Lucy suddenly asks, I glance in the mirror quickly, she's already nearly done. "Just have to be a little bit older Lucy, just a few years. Not too many." I reply, she grins at me. Unlike Lucas, she's inherited my shooting skills and Peeta's cooking; Poor Lucas doesn't seem to have a very good aim for shooting, but this is just a guess- he tried to throw a rock at Buttercup once, missed totally; they do not get on at all.
"Come on Mum. Let's go before they've used up the icing!" Lucy shouts at me from the front door,
I try to be brave and stand up, thankfully my mind hasn't taken over my body- yet.
I grab my coat and purse, I find Buttercup sleeping on a chair, I leave him there in peace- it's probably better to be inside at this time of the year anyway. "Coming!" I shout to Lucy as I quickly lock the back door and trudge to the front door, in frustration I bang myself on the toe on the way out, but I don't mind the pain- it holds my mental image onto reality, and the fact I've had a lot worse.
"Are you alright mummy?" Lucy asks me, she looks a bit stunned- I guess she thinks that should have hurt, but she's never had to go through what I have. I swear on my life I wouldn't let her go through mine, with so much grief and hardship- no wonder Haymitch couldn't cope at the start. "Yes Darling, I am fine. Let's hurry along before it gets dark."
She holds my hand and skips alongside next to me, this is the one thing she never questions- my sense of direction. She never has a doubt about that, at all. We can hear the birds signing from the forest, and we see most people walking about. I say hi to everyone that passes by, they all hear me but don't talk back, most of them know what I have been through. They probably think I will break down after a word spoken, I admit at one time I nearly couldn't speak- but that's in the past, not now.
"Mummy! Look what Daddy do!" I hear Lucas speak, I glance up to find myself in the Bakery – already, Peeta notices this, he notices everything. "Wow honey, yours is pretty good to." I reply in all honesty, Peeta's weeding cake for newly engaged couple looks wonderful, it reminds me of Annie's and Finnick's wedding cake; except for the fact that he's deliberately changed the colour's and pattern.
As for Lucas, he's tried to ice mini flowers onto the top of his own mini cake, it's almost like a mini version of Peeta's, there is no mistaking that Lucas is Peeta's son, there blonde hair makes them almost noticeable in every crowd.
"Thank you Mummy. Mummy, I made this for you." Lucas suddenly says, from behind his back he produces a cookie, it's flat- with chocolate, I smile at him and take it gratefully, even if he's still little, he has a knack for cooking, like his father. "Thank you so much." I reply, Peeta sends me a message through his eyes, I instantly know what this means; I am supposed to eat it, somehow- Peeta is better at this parent stuff than me. As soon as I take a bit the chocolate swirls among my tastebuds and I can taste the texture of the cookie, it's a tiny bit burnt but the miracle of the chocolate hides it quickly, just like Lucy's sigh of relive.
"Mmmm. Yummy!" I reply, this makes Lucas face light up with a grin that is so much like Peeta's I would have mistaken it for his, if it wasn't for his innocence eyes, free of killings and blood. But this doesn't stop me from loving Peeta, I have been through the same and this will never change.
I hope you have enjoyed this chapter, I might make it into a two-shot. Constructive feedback is welcome, no flames please.
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