*First Hunger Games fanfic! Explanation is in the description, if I make any mistakes in the story line I apologize ahead of time. Credit to SilverLuna1997 for giving me this idea and helping me with the plot. I picture Katniss's daughter like, carefree and wild, but reserved and soft and caring, a mix of Peeta and Katniss(: *

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

The day was warm and bright, shining over the trees and stretching over the meadow. The new and improved District 12 was blooming, underneath a new, fair Capitol. The new gardens with food have been supporting this new town for years, and it's been the most prosperous it's ever been in District 12. The population was about 300, increased from 235 right after the rebellion.

I was happily married to Peeta, with 2 children inside the Victor's House. Both of them had their own room. Eleanor, Ellie, was to the left, and Finn was to the right. It took me forever to agree, all I could think about was my children enduring what I had to, even though I knew they wouldn't have to. It was hard carrying Ellie, but it got easier, then I had Finn. Eleanor was Peeta's grandmother's name, and Finn was named after Finnick. Peeta has a bakery again, in the same spot as his family's old one. I hunt once a week, if I have time. Ellie wanted to learn how to shoot. At first, I was apprehensive, but I softened after a while. She wasn't a bad shot either.

So here we were, over 15 years after the rebellion, still living in Victor's Village. Peeta rarely has his trackerjacker moments, but very rarely he balls up his fists or grips his hands to his chair, breathing slowly and closing his eyes while I speak to him comfortingly. My nightmares are very sparing too, but whenever I have one he's always there, comforting me and holding me right away.

I got up and braided my hair, pulling on my worn skinny jeans and a long sleeve tunic, belted at the waist. I was still attached to my signature leather boots. When I finished, I heard clanging from the kitchen. Immediately I knew it was Peeta, cooking breakfast like he always does. I walked over to Ellie's room, "Come on, El, get up for school." I called through the door.

I walked to Finn's room and saw he was already up, quickly finishing his homework. "Finn, what did I tell you about finishing your homework BEFORE you sleep?" I sighed, leaning in the doorway.

"Sorry mom, I really wanted to help dad though!" he said, hurrying to finish the last problem.

"Well your father should have told you to do your homework earlier, but hurry up and finish so you can eat breakfast and get on your way to school." I finished, leaving the room.

When I got to the kitchen, Peeta was already at the stove, making scrambled eggs and setting out the goat cheese and buns with apples. That sadly reminded me of the arena, with a pang in my chest. Peeta looked up and smiled, "Morning, Katniss," he said, leaning across the table and giving me a kiss. Sparks still arched through my body and my stomach still got that hunger like it always has.

"Morning," I smiled.

"Gosh, guys, it's only 6:30 tone it down," laughed Ellie, who just made it downstairs. Her straight brown hair fell below her shoulder blades and just brushed her back. She insisted on cutting her own hair, so she had side swept bangs, which just covered the corner of her bright blue eyes, which sparkled just like Peeta's. People say she looked a lot like me, with her slightly olive/tanned skin, and hair, but I think she looks like Peeta with his smile and eyes. She acts like him too, with his humor and warmth. Needless to say, she hasn't given us many problems, but some.

"Alright, El, quick eat your breakfast and get ready," said Peeta, who rolled his eyes. I sat down and poured some tea, and got myself a piece of toast.

"Mom, will you take me out to shoot again tonight?" asked Ellie, eyes brightening with excitement. I didn't really want her to learn, but she was just so intent on learning from me. Having her know how just made me nervous thinking if she had to use those skills to defend herself. She was 15 now, almost 16 in a week, and Finn was only 7. I couldn't bear the thoughts on them having to defend themselves from anyone.

"I don't know, El, I'll have to see. It also depends if you can get your homework done in time before sundown." I smiled, but Ellie huffed.

"I seriously hate homework. It's like cruel and unusual torture." She muttered into her eggs.

"There are worse things than homework, Eleanor, now finish your breakfast and get your butt in gear!" called Peeta, who was pulling out their lunches.

"Ugh, fine!" exclaimed Ellie, stuffing the rest of her eggs in her mouth and running back upstairs.

I laughed, "Sometimes, I think she's too much like you."

"Oh really?" countered Peeta, "because everyone says she's a spitting image of her mother."

"Well, I guess Finn is a bit more like you." I turned and smiled, "speaking of, why would you keep him in the shop knowing he had homework to finish?"

"He just wanted to help, so I let him stay a little later to help finish the batch of bread we started," he defended. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a kiss, and he smiled.

Just then we heard footsteps thundering down the stairs, and our two children burst into the doorway.

"We're late we have to go!" called out Ellie, in her skinny jeans and loose shirt, wearing my old leather boots I gave her. Finn wore a blue shirt and khakis.

"Alright, come home right away!" called Peeta, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Be safe!" I called, as they were running down the dirt road and past the medicine factory.

Over the next few hours, I cleaned the house and got out to hunt, bringing back 2 rabbits and 4 squirrels. After selling them to the new butcher, I made my way back home, to see Peeta mixing a pot of stew.

"Oh, hey, what are you doing home?" I asked, putting my bow, hunting bag, and jacket in their usual place in the closet.

"Just came to get a jumpstart on dinner, can you stir this every hour?" he asked.

"Yeah sure, did you close the bakery?"

"No, just left Ethan in charge for a minute while I ran back," he said, walking over and grabbing my hands.

"Alright, well I'll see you later," I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Will do," he said kissing my forehead. There was a knock at the door, I went to get it and Peeta walked with me so he could leave.

I opened the door to see Gale standing on my doorstep, like he never left.

"Hey, Catnip."

*Okay guys, give me feedback! Review and favorite for me! BTW don't worry, there's no Katniss-Peeta-Gale love triangle in all this, like there is sometimes.*