"She stinks!" Haymitch shouted from downstairs.

"Haymitch, stop!" I yelled back.

"I don't wanna babysit your kids anymore if all they do is shit on my fingers!" He yells.

My kids, Lilac and Clay burst into laughter.

I walked down the stairs. I made Haymitch change Willow's diaper. She was born 2 months ago and like every time one of our kids was born, Haymitch was always there to un-willingly babysit them.

Lilac had a striking resemblance of Prim. She had long, flowing, blond hair, like Peeta's and like Prim's. Her eyes were bright blue. Her voice was high and soothing.

But, she wasn't like Prim at all. She fought with her little brother Clay for the majority of her life.

She gets it from you. Peeta always says.

Clay looked more like me. He had rough dark hair with Seam gray eyes. He was shorter then Lilac and he was quieter.

I took Willow from Haymitch and into my arms. She had darker blue eyes.

I took her upstairs into her room. Peeta had painted Willow's room a light pink with gorgeous yellow primroses covering the walls.

I walked downstairs.

"Thank you for babysitting, Haymitch," I told him and gave him a hug.

"Your welcome. Next time I want money." He smiles.

The next morning Peeta was making cheesy buns in the oven. He went outside and got the mail out of our mailbox.

"Mom! Clay is being annoying!" Lilac shouts from her room.

"What now?" I shout back upstairs. It was normal nowadays.

"Clay's being weird. He's just dancing to Moves like Jagger! I swear, it's just to annoy me!"

I could hear the faint music coming from her room.

"Clay! Take it to your own room!" I wasn't really in the mood for their fights. I didn't have a nice night last night. Like always nightmares haunt me and I wake screaming.

Peeta comes into the kitchen.

"Can you go take care of their fight for them?" I ask him pleadingly.

"Sure," He starts to go upstairs.

Then I hear a shriek.

"Clay! What the hell?" Peeta screams. "Pull your pants back up!"

"I told you!" Lilac shouted.

That doesn't sound good. I think to myself. I start to make my way to the stairs and before I can, I see Clay rolling down the stairs.

"Ow!" he shouts.

"Did she just...push you down the stairs?" I ask. He nods.

Peeta comes running down. He pulls Clay up and I run up the stairs.

"Lilac! That's not acceptable!" I shout and slam the door open to her room.

"I'm sorry!" she shouts. "Pigs aren't allowed in my room!"

"What'd you say?" he cries.

"Nothing!" she cries back.

I can hear Peeta shouting as Clay stomps up the stairs. He walks into her room with a water bottle and pours it over her head.

I gasp.

"I'm sorry!" he says, dropping the empty water bottle on the floor. "I thought the witch would melt."

Peeta comes up the stairs. He grabs Clay by the shirt and screams.

"Clay Mellark! You do not annoy your sister with sexual dance moves and then pour water all over her! You're grounded. One week."

Clay drops to the floor and cries.

"Crybaby!" Lilac laughs.

I glare at her. "You're not getting off the hook either! One week for you too! You don't push people downstairs. When I was young I was outside trying to feed my family!"

She shouts on the top of her lungs and slams the door closed. Clay does the same.

"When you want breakfast come down here!" Peeta shouts as together we walk downstairs. I put my head on his shoulder when we sit down.

"None of them won that argument," He smiles. I smile back.

Peeta grabs the pile of letters from the center of the table. He looks through them.

"Hey!" he suddenly says. "You have a letter from District 2. It's addressed to you."

"Huh?" I reply. I didn't know anyone from District 2. Well...except one person. But I haven't spoken with him in 15 years.

I open the letter.

"It's from Gale," I say softly.

"The hot hunter dude?" he asks.

"Thats him," I say.

The letter reads:

Dear Catnip,

Hi. I hope you and Peeta are doing well in 12. I've been wanting to come home to District 12 to visit for a while for my whole life. You're the only reason holding me back. I miss you. But not in a love way. I'm not trying to get in the way of you and Peeta. In fact, like a stereotypical teenage boy, I'm over it. I got engaged to Caroline Matthers. I think you might know her. She did training with us in 13.

I look at my days of hunting with you with nostalgia. I miss them so much. I am trying to hunt in District 2 but I have no reason too. I am the head officer in 2. They pay me well, 10 times better then any coal worker I would have been if you hadn't pulled out those berries.

I'm sorry for everything. The last I saw you, I wanted to say more but I didn't know how. You were right when you said killing a bunch of kids from the Capitol was wrong. Even though, it's what made us win the war, you were right. I should have came up with another way. My stubborn plan is what got your sister killed and everyday I think about how stupid I was.

I just want to get in touch with you again. I know thing's won't be the same between us again but I don't want to live with the guilt of indirectly being responsible for the death of your sister and so many more.

Sincerely,

Gale

District 2

Hamilton Street 96

Attached with the letter is a photo of him with his arms around a girl with brown eyes and dark hair. He was right. I recognized her from the training in 13.

As tears come to my eyes I hear Haymitch.

"Damnnn that girl is hot!" He says. I turn my head.

"Haymitch!" I shout. "When the hell did you get here?"

"Few minutes ago," he says ever so casually.

"Why?" Peeta asks.

"I dunno. Wanted food. Didn't feel like making it. So here I am." Haymitch says.

Of course.

"Yes and now you're turned on by a girl who is 20 years younger then you because your virgin ass finds everything sexy," I reply.

"That's not true! I hooked up with a girl in the Capitol not so long ago!"

"I did not want to know that," Peeta mutters.

"Anyway," Haymitch starts. "Gale seems eager to be your hot hunter boy again."

I sigh.

"You're not gonna write him back. Right?" Peeta seems worried.

"I don't know. He seems pretty over it," I say looking at the picture of him, tears coming to my eyes. I never realized how much I missed him. I remembered the days when he was like my brother and I was his sister.

Of course it can't go back to the way it was. I could forgive him but I wouldn't be able to look at him and not be thinking; "If he listened to me, Prim would be here"

But then slight guilt came over me. I was what was stopping him from visiting his home. Where he grew up. I was going to write him back.

Then I hear crying from upstairs. Willow woke up. I went upstairs and put her in my arms and sang to her the lullaby I sang to everyone of my kids.

That night I sit at a desk with a piece of paper.

Hi Gale.

I'm sorry for being the reason you haven't come to to visit home. Peeta and I are well. We have 3 kids now. Willow was born 3 months ago. Clay is 10 years old. We named him after one of Peeta's brothers. Lilac is 12. Lilac and Willow are named after lyrics in Prim's song.

Lilac and Clay fight a lot. It's just a normal thing that Peeta and I put up with.

Haymitch is the usual. He is typically to lazy to do anything around his house so he hangs out with us a lot.

I miss hunting with you too. I still go out and hunt each day. I haven't been doing it lately though. I'm still sore from giving birth to Willow 3 months ago. I should be fine is a few weeks or so.

You were like my brother and I miss it. I know that you're sorry for everything you've done. I saw it in your face last time I saw you. I don't know how to forgive you. But maybe I can.

Like you said, I don't think things can be the same again. But I hope you will come to District 12 again soon. I don't want to be in your way. I would like to see you. But I don't know how Peeta will feel about it. Eh. Come anyway.

Sincerely,

Katniss Mellark

District 12

Victor's Village 19-06

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Chapter 2 coming out today!

Gale's gonna meet Katniss and Peeta and her kids after nearly 20 years.

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