Authors Note: Hey world! I used to write on here a while ago under a different penname, but I wanted a fresh start… well, that and I sort of forgot the password & email. (Smart one, I know). But welcome to my little story, this was all based off one idea – so I have no idea where it's going.

Plot: It's been over thirty years since the revolution, and Katniss and Peeta haven't spoken to Gale since the end of the war. What happens when life brings the two families together in a way that none of them predicted? Rated M, because of strong language and themes, later on. Katniss/Peeta's Daughter/OC

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I don't actually even own the computer I typed this on.

Peeta's POV

Nineteen Years Ago

I awoke to the sounds of the birds chirping outside of the window, my hand searching the bed for my wife. Feeling nothing but the empty space, I opened my eyes up and as I stared at the ceiling, I began to work on reminding myself of who I am and everything that has happened over the last few years.

My name is Peeta Mellark, I'm 32 years old. I competed, and won the 74th annual Hunger Games and was a competitor in the 75th. I was taken by the Capitol during them, and hijacked, my memories distorted and I tried to kill the girl I've always loved. We took part in the rebellion, which eventually lead to the end of the Hunger Games. I married Katniss two years later, and even though our life has been full of rough patches, I can't bear to be away from her. I still meet with Dr. Aurealis because while I may be able to sort my memories, between the real and fake – I'm still taunted by the ghosts of my past.

Katniss and I have slowly tried to rebuild our lives here in 12. I reopened the bakery, and she hunts, providing many with fresh game. It took nearly 13 years, but I was finally able to convince her that she would be an amazing mother. And as I watched our baby grow inside her, I knew that I was right, Katniss is definitely the maternal type. She gave birth a few days ago to a precious little one, who we named Agnetha Brea… but we call her little Brea. She looks just like her Mama, but she's got my eyes.

My life may not ever be perfectly normal, but I know that I'll never be bored.

I sat up slowly in bed, after finishing my little morning ritual. Katniss had told me about it once, years ago, because she used it as a method to remind herself of the good things. I had started to use it as a method of reminding myself what was real and not real. And while for the most part, I was free of the hijacked memories; although they would never completely go away. The nightmares were still there after all this time, but they always got worse if I was away from Katniss.

I shook my head as I stood up and stretched, before turning to smile at my beautiful wife who sat in her rocking chair, nursing the little baby in her arms.

That rocking chair is something else though… Once the place Katniss wouldn't leave, that became something we hid in the basement to finally, a repainted treasure that's Katniss' favorite spot to hold little Brea.

"Good morning, my two favorite girls," I smiled, leaning down to kiss Katniss softly, "And how long have you two been awake?"

"Good morning, honey," Katniss smiled softly, as she adjusted the position of the tiny girl, "Not long, I was trying to not wake you as I got up to feed her."

I chuckled softly, "You weren't the one that woke me this morning, dear. Nor was this little one, I guess you didn't tell the birds of your plan to let me sleep?"

Katniss grinned as she stood up from the chair, "No, I told them alright, but forgot to get it in writing," She laughed, leaning up to give me a kiss, "Now, can you take Brea while I run to the washroom?"

I nodded, arranging my arms to allow to hand me Brea. I leaned down softly, and planted a kiss on her tiny little head, her little eyes looking up at me. And as I looked into the piercing blue eyes of the baby girl – my baby girl, I knew that I never wanted any harm to come her way. That I would do everything in my power to protect her, that I would be the father that she deserved.

"I love you, Agnetha Brea."

A/N: Sorry its relatively short, I felt that was a good place to stop it for now. Please R&R, and be nice :] It's been quite awhile since I wrote anything that wasn't a paper, haha.