Now when I think about it, sitting on my porch watching Peeta play with our two kids, I can't believe it took me so long to figure out that I loved him through everything. The sun reflects on his blonde curly hair and bright blue eyes as the boy and girl chase him around in circles. The eyes I lose myself in. When I was pregnant I prayed that they would both look just like him and nothing like me. The girl has my hair but his beautiful eyes and the boy has his blonde hair but my eyes. So it is an even mix. I breathe out a peaceful sigh and smile when Peeta falls and the kids fall on top of him and start laughing. Peeta really is the best parent in the world. I'm glad I could give him what he wanted most in the world we live in right now. I also know that even though I didn't want kids at all in the beginning, my children along with Peeta helped me heal. Become repaired again. Not normal but close to it.
The boy and girl are now running away from Peeta as he jogs to try and get them. They run on a graveyard that turned green on its own, but they don't know that.
"Katniss," Peeta calls out, with our children in his arms tackled to the ground. He has a huge grin on his face and I can tell he wants me to join in on the fun. The girl laughs when the boy tickles her and I start laughing along with Peeta. "Come join us." He then flashes me his one dazzling smile he saves only for me because he knows I melt whenever he does it. My stomach flips and does summersaults.
"I'm fine just watching you guys, go on and play," I tell them shaking my head still smiling. Thinking about how lucky I am to have these three people in my life and where I would be if Peeta never came back and healed me.
"No momma! Come help us get daddy!" The girl yells out in excitement. The boy just laughs and smiles not being old enough to talk yet. The girl's eyes just like her father's light up but her face is in a pout waiting for me. I really can't say no to these three. Peeta winks at me when I get up and jog over to them and start chasing him.
Later when I'm washing the dishes after dinner I find Peeta on the couch with our children sleeping soundlessly. The boy and girl are both sprawled across his chest and he has his arms around them protectively. Usually, I would wake Peeta up and we would put them in their beds where they belong but today I just feel more at ease. So, for now I sit by the fireplace and just watch them dream happily. Sometimes I think of what would have happened if Peeta was not reaped along with me. If we would have ever really talked to each other and fell in love like we did now. Before I thought I would marry Gale without a doubt but like I said Gale has too much fire like me. He wouldn't be able to tame me like Peeta can. Also, I know I would have only been fully satisfied with Peeta in my life. Hunger Games or not. If there were no Hunger games I think I would have gotten the nerve up to talk to him or vice verse, because I really cannot imagine a life without Peeta. Or if Peeta was not reaped with me and I came home a victor I don't think I would be able to love Gale at all. I wouldn't love anyone if I came out of the arena by myself without Peeta.
But, I am with Peeta and we have two beautiful children. I am happy.
"I love you Katniss," Peeta mumbles in his sleep smiling. I smile, love oozing out of me.
"I love you too Peeta."
