This fanfiction is basically my version of the epilogue. This is about Katniss and Peeta's marriage and how they end up starting a family after the rebellion. There still trying to heal but they've found happiness with each other. Personally when I read the epilogue was wanting a little bit more closure and romance. So to those of you who came here looking for those exact things, this is for you.
I really, really, really hope you guys enjoy this. Please give this fanfic a chance, and if you like it, review/like/follow
And this first little excerpt is what I'd like to call the prologue to the epilogue.
Disclaimer: Suzanne Collins is a complete genius. I am not trying to steal her work, I promise. She created all of the characters and I am just kind of branching off of her brilliant work. And yes I did insert a few lines from the book in here but the rest is all of my original work.
We're alright. Some days are better than others. Each day seems to bring about a new challenge, but we've learned to cope with it.
The nightmares still come. Peeta has one of his episodes every so often. But when I awake from a nightmare, I find Peeta's protective arms wrapped around me. And when Peeta comes to after an episode, I'm always there to tell him what's real and what's not.
The most important thing is, we're happy. We've learned to never take each other for granted. Well at least I did, Peeta's known all along.
Our story is not one I find the most pleasant to tell, but it did have its good moments. And as long as I keep those in mind, I'm able to move forward.
I've learned to love. By love, I mean in a way that I never would've dreamed of before. A kind of love that lights a fire within me, one that burns and aches with passion and longing that not even the usual kiss can put out.
Of course I should've seen this coming, but on that first night that I feel that thing again, that hunger that overtook me on the beach… I realized that what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is a dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow meaning rebirth instead of destruction. That it can be good again. That promise of hope. And only Peeta can give me that.
So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I tell him, "Real."