Hey all! This is my first fanfiction! It takes place about 6 years before the epilogue in Mockingjay. I don't know how long it will go on, but we'll see! Please read and review! I'd LOVE feedback! :)
Chapter one:
I don't want children. I could never forgive myself if I brought a child into the world and the games returned or something equally as horrible or worse took their place. I never want another child to have to go through that kind of terror again.
For fifteen years I have said no to Peeta's subtle asking's. The quiet comments or looks whenever young children are around. I always just smile and quietly brush it off. He does understand though. He knows the kind of terror the children of district twelve and all of Panem dealt with.
One night, after dinner, as we're quietly sitting, he keeps returning to the subject of Thom and his wife's new baby boy. He asks if I saw how happy they looked. Yes, I saw. I saw, and as we get ready for bed, I find myself returning over and over to how happy and blissful the small family looked. I realize I want to feel that. I need to feel that. Just as I need the dandelion in the spring. All at once I decide I do want children.
