I do not own The Hunger Games. I am just a fan with a big imagination!
Chapter 1
I place my hands protectively over my stomach. I am two months pregnant with mine and Peeta's first child. It has been two years since our games. We've been married for about six months and we live in the Victor's Village in the house the Capitol gave me. Prim has been living with me since I returned.
When Peeta and I stepped of the train to where our families were standing, I was surprised to see that my mother was not standing with Prim. When I asked about her Prim burst into tears. She told me that our mother had died a week into my games. Prim had been staying with Gale's family ever since.
Peeta and I became like parents to her. We took her to school, we cooked her meals, we even helped with her homework. Raising her became to one normal thing in our lives. We weren't allowed to take her to the Capitol with us when we returned to mentor in the 75th Hunger Games, so she stayed with Gale's family again. We returned with Natalie, the seventeen year old girl who was reaped for the games.
Peeta stirs beside me, so I quietly sneak out of our room and down the hall to Prim's room. I quietly open the door to see a still sleeping Prim. Buttercup sleeping next to her, guarding her from the world. I watch her chest rise and fall with her steady breathing. I watch her for a while before Peeta comes up behind me. He places his hand protectively around me and stairs at Prim. I look into his piercing blue eyes and see the same worry that I feel.
I motion for him to move, when he does I silently close the door and he pulls me into a tight embrace. I cry silently into his shoulder and he strokes my hair soothingly. She's fourteen, which means she is still not safe from the games. I pull back from the embrace and look at Peeta. He smiles reassuring me that everything will be okay.
We walk into the kitchen and Peeta has me sit at a stool at the counter in the kitchen. He begins making breakfast, and Prim comes skipping into the kitchen. She smiles at us and goes over to help Peeta with the pancakes. I look at her, so young and helpless, imagining her having to face opponents in the games as big as Thresh or as ruthless as Cato. She is so happy, just how a fourteen year old girl should be.