"Come on Rye." I say as I tell my six year old son to follow me to the kitchen. Peeta went to work. His work you ask? I do not know. I do not ask. After he got injected and went crazy, he's always been a little off. He has a temper. He gets angry if I pester him with questions. I think his "work" is just a walk to calm himself down and think about things and straighten stuff out.
Me and Rye walk to the kitchen where we find Willow, my nine year old daughter, sitting at the kitchen table. "Good morning, sweetheart." I say to Willow. Sweetheart. That's what Haymitch called my in the Games. I shiver.
"Are you ok, mommy?" Rye asks in his sweet innocent voice. I nod. I haven't told Rye about the Games yet. Only Willow knows. She overheard me and Peeta discussing it one night. She asked my questions, forcing me to tell the whole story. I only told her about the first Games. The 74th Annual Hunger Games. Oh, how I miss Effie. Not her demands, but how she always kept the mood light. And Haymitch, not sure if I miss him, but I know deed down I do. Although I also hate him. We made a promise. To keep Peeta safe. And he broke it. I don't talk to Willow about the 75th Games. It hurts to much to talk or think about Finnick.
I go to the pantry and pull out oatmeal and cook it on the stove. We live out away from people. No more Games. No more guards. Just me. Willow. Rye. Peeta. And the pet goat. Prim. Every time I look at that goat. I think of Prim. She loved goats. And I hate Gale for it. I hate him for designing the bomb that killed my sister. I hate him for not knowing she was there when the bomb went off. I can just hear her screams. I shiver again. Willow comes to me and hugs me. I never told her about Gale or Prim either. I keep a lot of secrets from her. Only to protect her. Peeta knows everything though, because we talk about it.
That night Peeta comes home around 5:00. "Hello." I smile and he gives me a kiss on the cheeck. This is good. Life is good now. I need this. My kids. And Peeta.
"The kids are outside playing with that stupid goat." I say, forcing a laugh. "Dinner will be ready soon."
"Great. It smells good. And yeah, I saw them and they came up and hugged me. How was your day?" He asked me.
"Fine. We didn't do much, as usual." I say. Me and Peeta have promised to tell eachother the truth from now on. "Do you feel like we're keeping their lives from them? Should they be with other kids? Get more involved in acitivites? Should we move closer to the city?" I ask. I know what his response is going to be.
"We don't need other people. We have everything we need right here." He says. I nod. Of course.
"But was is "here"? Out here? Away from society? To keep the real world secret from our kids? To hide them from evil and dangers of the world? They'll ask questions as they grow older. What are we going to say? I'm scared Peeta. I've lost a lot. I almost lost you." I tell him. He just stares at me.
"Ok. I'll go to the city in two days and find a new place to live. Don't tell the kids yet. What don't even know what has happened in the city." Peeta explains. I smile. I know he'll try his best.
Me and Peeta tuck the kids in bed. We walk to our room, shut the door, lie down in bed and close our eyes. Another nights rest. Good.
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