Summary: Peeta and Katniss are a married couple with two beautiful children and a dog named Buttercup. Everything is fine until one day their daughter, Primrose and Buttercup, make a discovery that starts our story.
"Mom, look what Buttercup found!" My ten-year-old daughter, Prim said while leading our golden retriever, Buttercup inside.
"What did he find?" I asked, smiling as I noticed her appearance. Her blonde was in a long braid down her back and her clothes were all muddy and messy.
But my smile faded as I realized that her clothes weren't covered in mud and dirt. They were covered in ash. Ash, from my broken childhood, ash from the past, ash that meant they had found the remains of my broken home.
I took a deep breath before I did something stupid. Like cry. Then with my most casual voice I called out the name of the man who had saved me so many times, "Peeta!"
My dark haired son, Gale came out of the kitchen first laughing, "Sorry, Mom. Dad can't come out right now he just got beat at a flour throwing contest."
I smiled, but the smile didn't reach my eyes..
"It was not a contest!" Peeta said as he, too, came out of the kitchen laughing.
Then he noticed my smile. To any other person it would've looked like I was smiling worriedly, because I was thinking of how long it would take me to clean the kitchen. But Peeta knew me better than that. We've been through enough together to know when something bad just happened.
"Kat." He said 'casually'.
"Let me guess. You want me to help you clean yourself off?" I said shoving him 'playfully'.
He laughed as I walked in front of him towards our room. But once the door closed we both dropped the act.
"What happened?"
Again I took a deep breath before telling him about the ashes on Prim's clothes.
"Should we tell them?"
I was ready to tell him, "no, they're too young," but then I realized my little sister had been very young too. So I had to admit that it was time to tell our children the story of the Hunger Games.