Disclaimer: I do not own the hunger games or any of the original characters.
Katniss POV
I sit in the window seat of our large house in victors village watching the rainfall. It makes me feel peaceful and calms me down when I start to feel stressed. Peeta walks up from behind me and embraces me. "I just got some bread out of the oven, your favourite." He says with a smile. I take a deep breath in, "It smells amazing peeta, thank you." I stand up and our lips lock, we won't get caught. Willow, Rye, Joseph and Landon won't come home from school for a while yet. After we finally stop kissing, Peeta brings out the freshly buttered bread into the main living room. He knows I love the way the butter melts onto hot bread that melts in your mouth...
About two hours later, our children come bounding through the door soaking wet, it's been raining all day and as soon as Willow and Rory Hawthorne get inside, they sit on the sofa and start snuggling up together. Peeta doesn't like it when they do this because he is very protective of Willow, sometimes I think he's a bit too protective. She is 14 after all, but to Peeta, she will always be his baby girl. The twins Joseph and Landon are nowhere near as peaceful! They come in bounding around the room like a deer chasing it's prey. I step between them, "Calm down you two! You're going to end up knocking over grandmas vase! My mothers vase is one of the few things she still has left from her times in the merchant class of district twelve before the war. It takes pride of place on the beautifully carved solid oak mantle piece. "Sorry mom!" the twins say in unison and instead go up to their rooms to chase each other instead. Rye just sits at the kitchen table looking rather down. "What's up rye?" I say worryingly.
"It doesn't matter..." He replies staring at the table. Something's obviously wrong love," I say now even more worried. I'd usually get Peeta to have these sort of conversations by he had to go to the bakery because he's been closed all day and people like to get fresh bread from him for their dinners round here. Rye doesn't answer so I resolve to talk to him later and carry on making dinner. "Are you planning on staying for dinner Rory?" I called into the living room. "If you don't mind Mrs. Mellark," he calls back. I always tell him to call me Katniss but he's a very respectful boy.
Later, when we are sat round the table eating deer stew, I ask the kids how their days went. Rye just stirs his food around and Rory whispers something in Willows ear that makes her giggle. Peeta immediately starts glaring so I put a hand on his shoulder and tell him to calm down. The twins immediately burst out laughing in unison. It freaks me out sometimes, it's like they have some sort of twin telepathy thing. "Well you two sound like you had a good day! What happened?" I asked curiously.
The twins carry on laughing hysterically, "Mira Smith happened" Landon eventually managed to say between breaths. "What do you mean, Mira Smith happened?" I said even more confused.
"Well, she was asked to stand up on stage in assembly but she got so scared that..." (More hysterical laughter) " She wet herself!" Joseph cried. They both put their heads on the table nearly fainted with all of the laughter! I don't think I will ever understand ten year old boys... "What about you Rye? How was your day?" I asked, attempting to get more out of him than I had earlier but instead of the peaceful response that I usually get, he stood up and started to yell "I told you already! Nothing!" And then he ran up to his room.
"I'll go talk to him." Peeta said. "Thanks," I replied, giving him a peck on the cheek.
Rye POV
My dad knocks softly on my door and says "Can I come in Rye?" I walk over to the door and unlock it but then climb back onto my bed. He tries look at me but I keep my head down. "Rye, can you look at my face please?" Dad says. "I don't want to..." I mumble.
"Rye." my dad persists in a caring voice. I hesitate but then I look up at dad, he sees my black eye, his eyes glaze over and I cry out for mom, because I know that he is having one of his visions. I hear mum running up the stairs and bursting through my bedroom door, but not before my dad throws a chair at me and I am knocked unconscious...