A/N: Hi! So this is going to be a post mockingjay fanfic! Hope you enjoy! Also, Some songs for this fanfic are Wild Life and I Will Never Let You go, by Hedley. I just think they represent everlark so well!

Disclaimer- I don't own The Hunger Games, because if I did, I'd be way cooler then I am right now.

The games left Katniss and me many scars, wounds that we would never completely recover from. I have a prosthetic leg, and I haven't completely recovered from the trackerjacker serum that the Capitol tortured me with. I'm still having nightmares but I'm no longer in a state of paranoia or psychosis. Katniss's scars are more on the inside. She is still suffering from severe PTSD, and manic-depression, better known in the Capitol as Bipolar disorder. The medication has helped her, but she is still reluctant to have kids. I've tried my hardest, but she still is scared of losing them. After each nightmare, a scab is picked, and the healing would bleeds. I still think of the games and my time in the Capitol, and they cause me psychical pain. Annie wasn't as lucky. She killed herself 2 years after the end of the resistance, which has replaced the word rebellion, as it makes us seem like we has something to rebel against. The marks they left on us, when they tortured us, stuck, and without Finnick, she couldn't stay strong. I don't think I would've made it this long without Katniss.

It took me two years to ask her to marry me. I asked her twice before she said yes, and even then she was hesitant. I remember the very first time we both felt complete. It was when we danced together for the first time as wife and husband. Our song was I Will Never Let You Go, by Hedley. I picked it, and was trying to get a message across. It was only then when she completely trusted in me, and stopped being so scared of losing me.

It's been 7 years since then, and I still am trying my hardest to help her. I've almost given up on the possibility to have my own children, and to teach them how to bake.

There are some day's when she still doesn't get out of bed, or goes and think's she can conquer the world. The first manic episode was a few years back, when I found her in my bed with Gale.

We've been rebuilding district 12, and live in victor's village. The empty houses have been sold to other's spreading across our country. We still have both the houses. Katniss prefers mine, but she can't leave Prim behind. Now, our primary industry is medicine. I can see it makes Katniss remember Prim, because the researchers have found a lot of cures and medicines for illnesses using our plants. where the mines were once, are now factories that make our country's finest antidotes.

I walk through the market, which was once the hob, and buy some of the staples in the Mellark household. I usually bring home baking supplies from the bakery, and Katniss still hunts and gathers sometimes, but we still love our Capitol Imports. I spot Greasy Sae, and when she asks her how Katniss is doing, I tell her that she's great. She asks where she's been, and I tell her she's had a nasty stomach bug, and been in bed. That part is partly true. The other day I heard her throw up in our bathroom while I'm in the spare room. She came home from her appointment, and locked herself up. It's like her illness is keeping her prisoner. She gives me a sympathetic smile, and it is then when I know that she can see through my lies.

I run the rest of the way back to our lovely home. The sun is beginning to set, and it's a beautiful July day. It is only then when I realise how long I've been working in the bakery. We are quite well off, but I get so bored, and it gives me a distraction.

I knock on the door, just to make sure I don't scare Katniss, and then open it. The aroma of Katniss's specialty, lamb stew, fills through the air.

I walk towards the kitchen, through the living area, and into the dining room. I can't help but smile when I see her.

Katniss has her hair in a braid, and wipe's her hands on her fireproof apron- a joke from Haymitch. She smiles at me, and I remember the very first day I saw her, with two braid's instead of one. She is still one of the most beautiful women in Panem, if not most. She doesn't believe me, and though her face has aged, she still is as beautiful as she was 10 years ago.

She stir's her stew, which she claim's is the only good thing that came out of the games, and open's her mouth to say something.

"How was work?"

We've tried to talk about the episodes, and usually it helps, but I can see from the distressed look on her face that this isn't the time.

I sigh walking towards the kitchen, "Fine, busy. I'm really excited for the new location. Katniss, are you feeling better?"

She responds with so much enthusiasm she could pass for a Capitol newsperson. "Much better! Great even! The new medication is working!"

She's been part of a clinical trial for a new herbal medication that is supposed to 'cure' bipolar disorder.

The sudden excitement shocks me. I set down the bag of groceries on the island and say, "That's amazing. I love you Katniss." I pause and then take a deep breath, "Greasy Sae was worried about you."

She and Greasy Sae have developed a mother-daughter relationship. She is always is the first to help me and Katniss out.

Katniss walks towards me and smirks, "That's because she helped me pick this out." She hand's a box, which she obviously had the help of Effie to wrap.

"Katniss, you shouldn't have. Really, it's not a birthday or anything." I start to unwrap the delicate wrapping.

"We do have a reason to celebrate."

I open the box, which holds a shirt. Its white, with sunset orange writing that read's, Panem's Greatest Daddy. I go and give Katniss the biggest hug I've ever given. Everything click's into place. That wasn't an episode that was her. Her terrified about her baby having to endure what we did.

With tears of joy streaming down my face, I say, "Katniss, we are going to be parents."

"Yes, Peeta, we are."

"You'll make a great mom."

She laughs, "Of course I will. But what if the system fails?"

I try to supress the same fear, and laugh back, "It won't I promise."

That night, after a celebration with stew and sparkling apple juice, I lie down and smile. In 9 months, I'll have a little girl or boy. I can teach them to bake, and paint. They will never have to fight for their lives. I'll keep them safe, forever. No more Hunger Game's, ever. And if the game's return, I'll do whatever I can to ensure that they don't get reaped. Or I'll run. I'd take Katniss and your future child with me. I still worry that the system we worked so hard to fix will fail, but when Katniss grab's my arm, and wrap's herself with it, I just decide to lie there and forget the world.

Chasing Cars reference!New chapter will be up shortly:) Please review and rate. More review's make me want to update faster!