This is my first fan fiction, so I am still getting used to using this part of ! I really hope you enjoy my first chapter, and please leave any constructive criticism or comments! Both are extremely helpful for me, and are much appreciated! Thank you for reading, and hopefully more chapters are to come! -Phily

Chapter One

Katniss

We both awake to the sounds of two children jumping on our bed, the universal symbol in our family that it's time to start the day. I turn my head to the left of me, where I meet those blue eyes. Peeta reaches for my hand, and we both share an exasperated sigh at the antics of our son and daughter. "Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!" Primrose, our five-year-old practically screams. She hops off the bed. "I'm going to the bakery, I'm going to the bakery," she chants as she dashes around the house. Today, Peeta wanted to bring her to the bakery, the Mellark Bakery, in order to teach her some of the things that his father taught him. I laugh, and John William, our three year old who is named after both of our fathers, wriggles in between Peeta and me. We stay like that, just the three of us, until Peeta says he needs to get ready for the day. He leaves to take a quick shower, and I turn my attention to Jack, our nickname for him.

"Jack, do you want to help me in the woods today?" I ask, thinking about Primrose and Peeta going to the bakery. I know he's only three, but I'm thinking about taking him to the lake, the one where I learned how to swim. His face brightens immediately, and he nods his head in delight. I get up off the bed and scoop him up. "First, we need full tummies," I tell him, tickling his stomach. He laughs and I put him down, pulling out some leftovers and preparing breakfast. Rose and Peeta leave for their father-daughter baking day, and Jack and I are left to finish breakfast.

I pull out my game bag and empty its contents, only to refill it with a towel and other essential things for my day in the woods with Jack. Once that's finished, I pull on the closest thing to a bathing suit that I can find and some clothes to cover up. I then do the same for Jack, and with my game bag on one shoulder and him hanging on to my other, we make our way to the lake. After some fifteen minutes, I eagerly lay out the towel and place him on it. He may be only three, but he's still heavy.

"Today, I'm going to show you how to swim," I tell him, and he looks confused but is excited nonetheless. I take his hand and lead him to the shore, where the water feels like a welcome gift in the hot weather. I stop us when the water reaches his stomach halfway. "How does the water feel?" I ask. "Good," he responds as he splashes around. I start off by showing him how to float on the water, and gradually we make progress. By the end of the day, he can swim to the shore and back to me. We'll work on it some more when we get back from the trip. The trip! I completely forgot! I manage to get Jack out of the water after a bit and hastily dash back home. Peeta will begin to worry if we don't get back soon.