I awake from another peaceful sleep. I hold on to what is now rapidly turning into a distant memory, not wanting to ever wake up. I don't remember much of my dream, just odd parts here and there like a pristine golden beach and Peeta, slowly drifting back into consciousness I realise I haven't had a nightmare in over a month. Laying there, relishing in this thought, finally my life is returning to normal.

I will never be able to forget those three years, so much happened, the 74th hunger games, president snow throwing me back in to the arena in the 3rd quarter quell and my being the face of the rebellion, their Mockingjay, Gale, my mother, Prim, I still haven't been able to fully forgive him. I don't think I ever will be able to. My poor, innocent sister who was killed by what I can only put down to Gale and his snare. My thought begin to turn to these years and I begin to think about what good has come from them. It's the only way I can cope with the bad, unhappy memories brought about from everyday life.

It's been almost ten years since the rebellion, and although I hate president Snow and the Capitol for what they did to Peeta and me, I can't help but thank them. If it wasn't for that day 12 years ago when my sister Prim's name was reaped and my volunteering to take her place, I wouldn't have the life I have now. I wouldn't have Peeta. Just to be on the safe side I silently recite everything I know to be true.

My name it Katniss Mellark, formally Katniss Everdeen, I am a survivor of the 74th and 75th hunger games, I was the face of the rebellion, I now live in district 12, in victors village, I have two children and I am married to Peeta Mellark who is also a survivor of the hunger games.

As I become aware of my surroundings, I Being to notice the warmth of my exposed skin, and heat seeping through my clothes and the smell of the the recently flowered primroses Peeta planted all those years ago. I'm outside, I must have drifted off. Close by I can hear my 6 year old daughter, Rue, and my 4 year old son, Fin, playing nearby out in the sun.

"Rue, Fin!" I hear Peeta call from the kitchen, from the smell I can only assume he has been baking again. "Why don't we eat these outside?" and I hear excited squeals from inside, we haven't had a day this warm and bright since last summer and we all plan on taking advantage of the fine weather while it lasts. I hear them running down the back steps, Peeta shouting after them for them not to wake me as a shadow of whom I can only assume is rues blocks the sun from my face. Smiling I open my eyes and stare up into the blue eyes of my daughter, Peeta's eyes. She looks very much like me, having inherited my brown hair, and has a very outgoing personality, very keen for me to teach her how to hunt. Fin on the other hand is much quieter, and looks a lot like Peeta with his blond curls and his smile, he has a fondness for baking and Peeta has promised as soon as he is old enough he will teach him. The only part of me he seems to have inherited is his eyes, my eyes, seam eyes.
"What do you have there?" I ask her, sitting up.
"Daddy's been baking." she replies, taking a huge bite of her bread roll. "they're cheesy!" she exclaims. It wasn't just me who fell in love with his cooking.
"Can i have some?" I ask teasingly, stretching out, pretending to take it.
"She smiles "No!" She exclaims, while stuffing more of the roll into her mouth. I spot Fin over her shoulder trying to eat and play.
"Come on, Fin, come sit down while you're eating." I can't help but laugh as a slightly clumsy Fin bounds over, unable to stop as he crashes onto my lap.
"Careful!" I hear Peeta shout from behind as he's making his way over to us, I laugh and settle him down beside me as he begins tucking into his. Peeta kneels behind be, hugging me and producing another roll, after ten years they are still my favourite.
"For you." He says, kissing me on the cheek.
"Thank you." I say tilting my head back, returning the kiss. He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on my shoulder, I instinctively lean back on him, taking a bite of my roll. It has taken a few years for me to fully feel comfortable and to be myself around Peeta but now we are like two pieces of the same puzzle, 100% in sync with one another, able to read each others body language, reacting as necessary.
Finishing his roll, Fin climbs onto my lap and Peeta opens his arms allowing him to lean into my shoulder as Rue leans against my other side, Peeta and I wrap our arms back around them and within minutes Fin is sound asleep. What I would give to feel so carefree and safe as my children, I guess this is as close I would ever get to that feeling and I begin to feel myself fully relax and I let out an involuntary sigh of content. A long and distant memory begins to surface, it is the day before the quarter quell and Peeta and I have the day off, deciding to spend it on the roof of the training centre in the garden up there.
"I wish could freeze this moment, right here, right now and live in it forever." I whisper tilting my head to the side to look at Peeta.
"OK." he says smiling at the memory. It was one of the few good memories we share during those years. He beings stroking my hair and I drift in and out of consciousness for the next couple of hours. Before I know it Peeta's waking me.
"I didn't think you would want to miss this." He whispers. Sunset.
"Shall we wake them?" I ask, looking down at their sleeping faces, now that I've asked I don't think I could bring myself to wake them, they just look so peaceful.
"No, how about we take them up to bed and come back out, just the two of us?" I like this idea, alone time is so difficult to come by these days. Since I'm pinned by them both Peeta carefully gets up and carries Rue into the house, swiftly returning for Fin. One Fin is in his arms I get up and follow inside. It is beginning to get cold with the dying sun so I grab a couple of blankets, wrap one around my shoulders and head back out to wait for Peetas return.
"Within a matter of minutes he's back settling down next to me and I wrap my blanket around us both snuggling into his side. He has always been better at putting the kids to bed than me, I usually wake them up accidentally or excite them too much so they won't sleep, so we decided a couple of years ago that its just better and quicker if Peeta's the one to do it.
"I love you." He whispers, pulling me in closer. I twist my head up, touching my lips lightly to his, cupping his face in my hand,
"I love you." I reply and we both smile, not taking our eyes off each other. We lay down pulling the blanket on top of us, cuddling up close, silently we watch the newly emerging stars. We stay like this, not talking, unmoving well into the night. The last thing I remember is being picked up as I take my turn being carried up to bed.