AN/ Hey guys I'm glad to be back with this short OS. I wrote it a like 2am a few weeks ago. It's just something full of sweetness and I guess that's all :) Enjoy ;)

I'm waking up, screaming and sweating. I take a minute to calm myself down. I look around and see this familiar room which relaxes me, Peeta's arms are around me and I see his concern in his look. I take a moment to breathe normally again. Then I speak up:

- It was her, I mutter.

I see sadness and a mix of others emotions going through his face. Then he looks at me, with love. His love, which for a second, made me forget about the nightmare I just had. My little sister, who burned right in front of me fifteen years ago. I used to have this nightmare every night after she died. So I don't cry like I used to. I just hug Peeta harder while he says comforting words in my ear.

I hear our door opens up. Finnick climbs up onto our bed and says:

- Mommy, it's okay we're here. I love you Mom.

He is ten but sometimes it seems like he's much older. Especially when he comes into our bedroom after Peeta or I have a bad dream. I've explained him a few months ago why we had so many nightmare. I didn't tell him the entire truth but he'll learn that in a couple of years at school or we'll tell him.

- Go back to sleep honey. I say with a smile. And please Finnick be quiet, you wouldn't want to wake Rue up ? Wouldn't you ? I add still smiling at my beautiful and clever son.

I know he loves his little sister (who will turn seven this year) more than anything, and he wouldn't want to wake her up. Especially now that he's sharing his room with her because Peeta is making him his own bedroom before Cinna's birth (our third child). So he, silently, leaves the bedroom. I see Peeta's look and speak up before he does:

- I don't want to talk about it, hon'. Can we just go back to sleep ? I ask even if I know that he won't force me to talk.

- Sure babe, I just wanted to know if little Cinna was alright ? he says looking at my enormous belly.

- Well, he is since he can't stop kicking, I say with a smile.

- I love you Katniss Everdeen, Peeta says with love and passion.

- And I love you Peeta Mellark, I respond with a kiss.

It's our tradition after a nightmare. We say that we love each other; it's a reminder that no matter what happened we're still here and in love. I guess it's what we call life.

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Kisses -Lalo