[A/N: All the characters belong to Suzanne Collins. This is just my interpretation of Peeta and Katniss's story after Mockingjay. Pre and Post Epilogue included. Multiple POV's. Some of the ideas and themes are based around my role play account on Twitter. Oh and PLEASE review! Thanks for reading!]

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Peeta's lips curled into a smile as he took her hand, pushing the dark wisp of hair behind her ear.

"Daddy," she smiled up at him with her big blue eyes. "Dance with me?"

"Okay," he agreed as she placed her feet atop of his and he danced her in a circle as I sang for a few more minutes before the light drops of rain began to fall from the sky. I scooped our beautiful blonde boy up in my arms and he giggled before I kissed his nose.

Peeta walked over, wrapping his arms around us for a moment with a soft smile. He took a moment to place a gentle kiss on my forehead before he gathered our basket and gave our little girl the blanket. He reached down taking her hand as we left the meadow, heading towards our home in Victor's Village.

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It was a chilly day in District Twelve, the breeze blew the wavy blonde locks off my forehead as I stepped off the Capitol train, my bag slung over my shoulder and a pencil behind my ear. My fingers curled around my sketchbook, I had needed something to pass the time on the train ride. I had to keep my hands busy so I didn't think too much about where I was returning.

I had only made it a few steps when I saw Haymitch, retrieving a large box of what appeared to be white liquor before he looked up at me with wide eyes.

"Well, look who finally decided to come home. Just couldn't stay away, could you boy?"

Haymitch smirked a little as he said it, hoisting up the box onto his shoulder before walking away from the train towards me.

"Someone has to look out for Katniss now." My eyes strayed to look at the box over his shoulder for a moment before flickering back to meet Haymitch's. "Have you even stayed sober enough to check on her at all since you've been back?" I huffed.

"Listen here boy, I did everything I could to get the charges against her dropped. I kept her safe and helped get her home and out of that mess that she got herself into with Coin, so don't go accusing me of stuff."

His voice was rigid, I knew he cared about Katniss but I also knew he preferred to retreat into a drunken stupor when things got tough. It hadn't been that long ago when Mrs. Everdeen had called me, asking me to check on Katniss, proclaiming that I was the only one who could help her now. I had to politely hang up the phone that day but it only confirmed my desire to come back to Twelve. I had to try and set things right with Katniss. More importantly I needed to make sure she was okay, I still had nightmares about losing her and I wondered if I really had lost her this time.

Haymitch and I walked quietly toward Victor's Village after our confrontation, neither of us wanting to break the silence. The pale light was fading and I knew the sun would be setting soon on District Twelve but I had one stop I had to make before continuing towards my empty home. The bakery.

I hadn't stepped foot in District Twelve since I left before the Quarter Quell. I had numerous reasons for that and for coming back now, though I had seen it on television once or twice. Once my feet found the hard paving stones of the square though I could see it. I found myself dropping my bag, my sketchbook and crunching over glass and ash as I stepped inside what had been my families bakery. It was reduced to a charred lump of an oven, melted down until it was almost unrecognizable.

Haymitch had stopped and put down his box as he saw me pace across the square towards the remnants of my family's livelihood. I ran my fingers over the cool metal lump, looking around for a moment and then closing my eyes. I could still see it in my mind, exactly as it was. I could even smell the bread cooking and then I choked back a sob as I opened my eyes to see all that remained. Somewhere in between all of it Haymitch had made his way over to me and I felt his hand brush my shoulder.

"Come on kid, I'll help you get settled in."