ALL RIGHTS GO TO SUZANNE COLLINS, THIS IS IN NO WAY MEANT TO COME ACROSS COPYRIGHT.

So this is basically my first fanfic so don't be too harsh.

I'd love critique and praise but please don't get vulgar or anything like that, if you don't like my fic, explain calmly why and tell me how I could improve!

Peeta's father's name (Kelton) and Mrs. Everdeen's name (Ruth) is taken from another fic: Sing for me, that is both the background story to Mrs. Everdeen's thoughts and the inspiration of this one-shot. So all credit goes to HalfHope, amazing writer by the way.

Please go read it , it's the amazing and romantic story of Katniss's and Prim's parents.

Now, I'll stop babbling and get right down to it (:

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Ruth Everdeen Pov's

So Prim and I take place on our couch because—well, we don't have a choice.

There is a sickly excited tension in our small living room that makes me wish he could be there to hold me through this. But he is. Even if his strong arms aren't around me, his nose muzzling my neck, his scent floating around me, his voice reassuring me, I know he is watching over me and holding my heart in his cupped hands. I sigh as he caresses my heart, willing me to be calm.

My body tenses as the chariots' district number become higher. Although when I see the horses' muzzles appear, I know she will pull this off. She always manages to pull things off, just like him. And I'm right. Prim gasps in astonishment as Peeta and Katniss come into sight. And a sight, they are! Fire is flickering in their hair and on their outfit. They are stunning.

But this child, she is not mine. She is smiling and waving and blowing off kisses. My child hasn't really smiled, let alone wave and blow off kisses, since… Well, since he died. Since too long. Goodness, she looks just like him. The fire, ending her long braid lights up her face and just a mere second, he's there, smiling right at me. I choke down a sob. I love him so much. Prim turns to me, concerned.

"Are you okay, Mom?" I hear her ask.

"She's so lovely," I state, not answering her question. Tears silently start pouring down my face. No. No, no, no. I can't let myself go to this each time I remember him, remember us. It's good enough that the girls are at school most of the day so they don't witness my multiple breakdowns. I can't let this happen in front of them. Well in front of her. I only have one daughter left. The Capitol stole my other daughter away. As they blew up my husband. This rage against the Capitol starts bubling up in me. They took him away from me. How dare they? His loving lips would never kiss me again. His rough hands will never touch me.

"She's so lovely," I whisper again and continue, "You would be so proud of her, of our little girl," my voice is faint and distant but Prim still hears me. She cuddles up next to me and gives me a peck on the cheek

"And he is," She says, getting my attention back.

"He's proud of you too, you know?" I say.

"He's proud of all of us," Her sweet little voice says matter-of-factly.

I look down to her sweet face and smile. Our eyes turn back to the screen and this time I observe Peeta. He looks so much like his father, Kelton Mellark. Blond hair falling in waves over his forhead, friendly blue eyes, broad-shouldered, well built with a muscular frame: he is handsome. Strikingly handsome. Poor, Peeta… It's no secret to me that he likes my daughter, I've seen the way he looks at her. He's been looking at her this way since kindergarten. And Kelton was that way too… Only with me. I wonder what it is with the Mellark-Everdeen family crossing. But this time, Peeta might have a chance… Kelton was a goner since my eyes met his. That boy from the Seam. Kelton was no competition against him, my heart was set.

I sigh, thinking of his strong hands on my body, his tasty lips on mine, his thick black hair gripped by my porcelain fingers, his olive skin so smooth and warm. I look down at Prim and I can feel him in her. Her little face is in awe, still glued to our tributes. I smile. This is why I came out of my lethargy; because she, along with her sister, is a piece of him, they are the embodiment of our love for each other, the proof that a town girl and a Seam boy can be in love.

When we turn off the television Prim asks if she can sleep with me tonight.

"Their stylists are geniuses!" Prim states as we lay in the night.

"Yes," I agree, their stylists is a genius, there's no doubt in that. They just gave district 12 tributes the best gift they could get: sponsors.

So here we catch a glimpse of the deep love Ruth Everdeen for Pheonix Everdeen (that awsome name comes from Sing for me as well, all rights go to HalfHope), imagine going through that every day. You've got to feel sorry for Ruth; she's abandoned everything in her town life for the man she loves and he dies too soon, leaving her brokenhearted…

Well, you know what to do…

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