Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games.

Author's Note: After writing this, I realized that it was actually more than five years before Katniss and Peeta had their children. Oh well. For the sake of this story, let's just say it was less than five years. ;D

Their Worst Nightmare

Chapter One- The Announcement

I sat outside next to Peeta, admiring the primrose on the side of the house. Many things had changed since I returned home five years ago after killing President Coin, but the primrose remained the same. The house had remained the same, too. Peeta, my two children and I lived in Victor's Village, in the same house I had lived in with my mother and Prim. District 12 was flooded with people after the Rebellion ended. From what I was told, it made people feel safer ot be closer to the Mockingjay. I knew I could never protect all these people on my own, but Peeta said to just leave well-enough alone. District 12 was now the most populated District in Panem and many of the other Districts depended on 12 for their industrial needs. The atmosphere around Twelve had changed, too. It was..happier. Prim would have loved the new District 12.

Prim. I couldn't help but think about her, even though she died more than five years ago. It was strange not seeing her walk through the door after school anymore. Or hear her carry on about her goat, Lady. I still felt her presence every time I walked into her old room. My daughter, Rose, was sleeping there now. She reminds me so much of Prim. Her laugh, her long blonde hair, everything about Rose screamed "Prim" at me.

"Are you okay?" Peeta asked me, his eyes filled with concern.

"I'm just thinking of Prim," I murmured quietly. Tears began to well up in my eyes.

Peeta grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently, "She wouldn't want you to cry over her like this."

I jumped up, releasing my hand from his, "I have a right to mourn my sister."

"I know," Peeta said innocently, "I'm just saying that Prim would want you to be enjoying life instead of sulking over her. You have two wonderful kids, and a husband who loves you. District 12 is better than it ever was. Prim would want you to be celebrating all of this, not mourning."

Even though I didn't want to admit it, Peeta was right. Prim wouldn't want me to be mourning her. She would want me to be out, enjoying the life I made for myself. "She would have loved the kids," I muttered, sitting back down and grabbing Peeta's hand.

"I know she would have, and speaking of kids, Finnick seems happy about something."

I looked up to see my son, Finnick, happily skipping up the front walk towards us.

"Hi Mommy and Daddy! Guess what?" he asked, beaming.

"What?" Peeta asked, picking Finnick up and putting him on his lap. Peeta always did have a way with kids.

"I won the drawing contest today at school!" he announced excitedly, pulling a drawing out from his pocket. In the drawing were four people, sitting on a patch of grass with butterflies and wild flowers surrounding them. Even though Finnick was only in his second year of school, he had a knack for drawing. "That's you, Daddy, Rose, and me!" he said, pointing out each person on the drawing.

"That's very good, honey," I said, pushing his long, black locks out of his piercing blue eyes.

"We're very proud of you, Finnick. Now, where's your sister? She's supposed to walk home with you," Peeta asked.

Finnick frowned, "She won something, too. I think. Everybody went down to the auditorium and Rose's name was picked out of a hat," Finnish frowned, trying to remember.

"Do you know what she won?" I asked.

"No, but," Finnick's face brightened, remembering something, "Mrs. Filch said that there was a special announcement on TV today and that we had to tell our parents to watch it. And that if you didn't watch it bad things would happen."

Peeta and I exchanged a confused glance.

"Did Mrs. Filch say what this announcement was about?" Peeta asked.

"No, but I think it's got something to do with Rose," Finnick said, staring proudly at his drawing.

My heart started to beat wildly as I told myself to calm down. I didn't like my children participating in things I didn't know about. It put me on edge.

"What time is the announcement?" Peeta asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Three-thirty!" Finnick said happily, oblivious to his parents' distress.

Peeta looked down at his watch, "It's three thirty-one. Let's go."

He picked Finnick up, and giving me a worried glance, lead the way into the house.

We turned on the television just in time to see Rose making her way onto a stage with a bunch of other children. The camera turned to a man not much older than Peeta and I. Everything about him was dark. His hair, his eyes, his clothing, even his smile. My heart began to beat faster. I didn't like this. Peeta must have felt my distress and grabbed my hand.

The man on the screen motioned for the crowd to quiet down and then said very simply, "Audience, you are looking at the tributes for the first ever Reinstated Hunger Games."

Author's Note: Wow. That was the first chapter to my first ever fan-fic. Sorry that it's short, but I wanted it to end where it ended. You gotta love cliff-hangers. Review, please, and tell me if the story is worth continuing. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks =D