Hey guys! Welcome to my third and final book of my trilogy! I'm so excited to start this one, it's going to be action packed the whole time :D

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"Let me go!" I snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp.

"I can't," he says."

-Don't you just absolutely love Peeniss? I do. Katniss and Peeta Forever *Fangirl squeal*

"Look at my baby! I can't believe you are already 8 years old!" I say, beginning to cry.

"Mommmy! Stop! You're embarrassing me!" Trixie whines. Since when is my little girl embarrassed of me?

"Fine, Fine. But I'm still holding your hand. You're still my baby, Trix." I say, grabbing her hand and interlocking it with mine. We are waiting on Finnick to go to the reaping. I can't believe in four years my daughter will be eligible for this nightmare.

I'm 24 now, Finnick's 23, and even though we are still young, we both feel old.

The past 4 years have been long; each year we would lug ourselves to the capitol to mentor and sell ourselves. Trixie is bound to find out soon enough; she's a very smart girl and she keeps wondering why her daddy has to go away for business trips in the Capitol every few weeks. She doesn't notice it when we're at the Capitol, because she's always with some other victor.

I've been forcing myself to take my medication regularly, for Trixie's sake, and I haven't been back to one in more than three years. It's too much for me to handle. I have no idea how my father is; I ask Esmeralda about him from time to time, but she hasn't seen him.

Annie has gotten better, especially when she's in the water or around Trixie, but she still says they are going to get us. Trixie has grown a strong bond with her godmother, and she loves her a lot.

Annie is one of the lucky ones; none of her family has died since she won, and she hasn't had to sell herself. Yes, me and Finnick help with that each year.

Each year it gets worse and worse for me; Snow makes me take more and more drugs. Everyone is still head over heels in love with Finnick, not knowing that he is mine and I am his, so he doesn't have to take them. Lucky bastard.

"Dadddddddy!" Trixie screams out to try to get Finnick to come down; even though we are not married, she still refers to him as daddy, and she always will. I pray that one day we will be able to get married.

"I'm coming, gorgeous!" He screams back, thumping down the stairs. Trixie giggles.

Finnick runs over to us, winking at Trixie on his way, and wraps his arms around me. I smile and kiss him. "Ewww!" Trixie shrieks. Me and Finn laugh and separate.

"Come on then, you want to meet up with Addie before we go?" I ask Trixie, interlocking my hand with Finn's. She nods and I open the door, "Go. We'll meet you on the walk over." She grins and runs out the door, screaming for Adalee.

I sigh while leaning my head on Finnick's chest, "Do we really have to do this again?" I say.

"Yes, baby, we do. But it's going to be fine. Okay?" He leans down to my ear and breathes, "It will be over soon, I promise."

I look up at him hoping he means a rebellion is soon coming. He just shrugs and gives me a disappointed smile. I sigh and grab his hand. "Let's go."

He's barely got his shoes on when I'm dragged him out the door. "We are so old Finnick! Trixie is 8! Where did the time go? It seems like she was only one a few weeks ago!" I stop straight in my tracks, when shudders over take my body.

My eyes glaze over, and I'm back in my games. I've been doing this a lot lately; the doctors said it's just an effect from the drugs in my systems – that I'd have flashbacks.

"Carter." I groan, struggling to get out of this nightmare. I hear Finnick talking to me, but I can't understand what he's saying. "I'll come back to you Carter…" I groan again.

Then suddenly I'm shaken, and I come back to reality. Finnick strokes my face, "You okay?" He asks me.

I nod. "Why do you love a mental girl, Finnick?" I ask him after we begin to walk hand in hand again.

"You aren't mental. You are only mental when you don't take your medication."

I ignore him and continue on with our previous conversation, "Anyways, back to what I was saying. How is she 8 years old already? That's crazy. Before you know it she'll have a boyfriend!" I say.

"Sh. It's okay. It'll be fine-"

I cut him off with my gasp, "Finnick! What if… What if she gets reaped? Oh my gosh! Her first reaping is in four years! We need to start training her!"

Finnick looks around then grabs my waist, bringing me to him. Despite our conversation I find myself giggling. He smirks, and then hisses. "She won't ever be reaped. This will all be over by then."

So he did just admit that there will be a rebellion within the next four years. Interesting.

"We're going to be late!" I hear Trixie shriek with Adalee's giggles close behind. The come running in under our arms, and we laugh. "Come onnnn! We have to go! Mommy come on!" She says.

I smirk, "We're coming! Hold your seahorses, Trixie. We have plenty of time!"

We make it to the square with time to spare. I kiss Trixie on the forehead and bid her goodbye, before leaving her and Adalee with Adalee's dad.

The only good thing about the reaping this year is that nobody I know can get reaped. Just two more innocent children. Great.

We walk onto the stage, a arms length apart. Everyone in the district knows we are together, but whenever it comes to being around Capitol people, it is quite obvious we can't show our full feelings.

The escort walks onto the stage; I've gotten to know her very well over the past years. Her name is Tille, and right now she is 32, but she doesn't look a day over 25.

I've figured out that it's easier to just go along with everything, too. To not object. I get beaten much less that way. I'm lucky that Trixie doesn't remember all the times I was beaten; but she sees the scares every day. I've told her how I got each one, too.

"Taylor Hickens!" Tillie announces. A medium sized girl struts to the stage. She's obviously a career. Good luck to Mags training that one- I'm sticking with my district one people this year.

Then she moves onto the male tribute, "Timothy Luke!" A little tiny boy, he's probably only 12 or 13, walks onto the stage. I don't like him instantly; he's cocky and arrogant, but he really has no right to be. He's so small with that little afro on top of his head. There's no way in hell the careers will be having that runt with them.

I clamp down on my tongue to keep from saying anything, to the point where I taste blood. I hear Finnick snort when he's up onto the stage, and me and Mags elbow him –hard- in the ribs, at the same time. His hands fly to his rib cage, and he gives me a sad look. "Ow!" He whispers.

"Shut It and listen, pretty boy." I hiss. He snickers, and I raise my eyebrows.

"Thank you thank you!" Tillie finishes.

We walk to the audience to get Trixie. "I'll miss you!" Adalee says, latching herself onto Trixie.

"Come on Trix… you'll see her soon. We have to go." Finnick says, rubbing the arch in her back.

I hear her sniffle and she pulls away. She gives a quick wave, and we begin to walk towards the train.

We get onto the train, and Me, Finnick, Trixie and Tillie go to the dining car. "You hungry, Trix?" I ask her.

"Yes! I want ice cream!" She says, plopping down at a cushioned table.

The three of us sit beside her. "What kind?" I ask.

"Ummmmm…" She considers this for a moment, until it comes to her, "Oh! Chocolate! With that caramel sauce!"

Something clicks in my mind, and all I can think of is Annabelle. Tears come to my eyes and they start to burn. Finnick leaps up and grabs my shoulders, jerking me to look at him.

"Gemma. Stop. It's okay."

I fight the force in my head that is trying to force me to think of her. I push it away, and squeeze my eyes shut, letting the tears pour out of them.

I open them back up to see the three of them gaping at me. "Sorry, I'm ok. I just… I thought of Annabelle. I'm fine."

Tillie puts her hand on my arm, "It's okay, deary."

At the same time Trixie jumps from her seat to my lap, "Mommy don't be sad!" She says from her spot on my shoulder. I stroke her hair for a quick second before placing her back in her seat.

"Chocolate and caramel it is." I say with a voice crack.

Scared I'm going to fall apart, Finnick calls over the avox. He orders Trixie's icecream, me some oreos and honey, and us all hot chocolate- well, besides from Tillie. She says that hot chocolate is un lady like and that we should all have tea instead.

I politely decline by saying, "Ha! I think you're the crazy one here! Hot chocolate is ahh-some!"

The avox brings us our food, and I dig into the plate of oreos, just as Trixie eats her icecream. I can't look at it, so I focus on dipping my cookie in the honey. Just as I bite into the deliciousness called an orea, the tributes arrive.

They stop and give us weird looks when they see us pigging out on junk food. I shrug and say with my mouthful, "Sit." Crumbs fall from my mouth and Tillie goes into one of her fits. "Oh, stop, Tillie. The tributes are here!"

She huffs but follows along.

"Where's Mags?" Finnick asks to the tributes.

"She was behind us when we came in. I think she's gone to her room." Finnick nods slightly.

"Do you like ice cream?" Trixie perks up and asks the girl, Taylor.

She smiles sweetly (Wow. She doesn't seem like the type!), "Of course, little girl. I love ice cream. What's your name?"

"I'm Trixie!" She says. I remember when she couldn't say Trixie, so she used to say Twixee; god I miss those days.

"That's a cute name. I'm Taylor." They continue on talking for a while, before the tributes get up to go to their rooms.

We just hang around for a few hours, until diner. It goes by smooth, and I take a dose of my medication. The tributes give me confused looks, "When I came home from my games I went psycho, so now I have to take medication. Want some?" I say, sassily.

Finnick slaps my arm, "Gemma!"

I rub my arm, "Ow…" I grumble. We don't talk much after that.

We go to watch the reaping recaps then. My tributes seem strong; Their names are Marvel and Glimmer. Both definite careers. The tributes from two are even bigger, more blood thirsty. Their names are Cato and Clove; good luck to Enobaria and Brutus.

The rest of them are boring, really. District 11 has a huge boy name Thresh, who Finnick automatically likes because of his size, and a little tiny girl named Rue, who is 12.

"Rue! I'm going for her! You can win Rue!" Trixie yells at the screen.

Then District 12 comes up. Oh my god. Haymitch starts off by making a fool of himself; he tries to hug their escort, but ends up falling off the stage, obviously drunk. Me and Finnick start to roll around the floor, laughing. We aren't able to contain it. Guaranteed Haymitch was thinking of us when he tried that one; tried to brighten up our moods by not being here. We will definitely tease him about that one.

Then the reapings actually begin, and a little tiny girl name Primrose gets chosen. "I volunteer as tribute!" A bigger, obviously stronger, girl screams out, pushing little Primrose behind her. Primrose makes a scene, yelling and screaming, and another big boy, who is probably their brother, comes and drags her off of the girl.

She announces her name is Katniss Everdeen. Then they move onto the boy tribute. "Peeta Mellark!" The escort says.

Where have I heard that name before? Peeta Mellark… Mellark… Mellark! Oh! Mellarks Bakery! The best bakery in all of Panem (according to Haymitch). That must be the bakers son!

He has blond hair and blue eyes, he's actually quite attractive, just like the boy from two. "If that kid wins, or Brutus's kid, you might have some competition, love." I say, grinning up at Finnick.

He just smirks at me, and the Tv goes off.

"Come on! Time for bed!" I tell Trixie, Taylor, and Timothy.

Trixie moans but agrees- this is her first year she has her own room. Of course, Me and Finnick each have our own rooms, but we'll sleep together anyways. I go with Trixie to get her ready for bed, tuck her in, and tell her that if she needs me I'll be with Finnick.

She nods and yawns sleepily, and I kiss her forehead.

She looks so young right now; that's when I remember her nickname I used to call her… I haven't called her that in years.

"Goodnight, little monkey."

Well, that was the first chapter! Tell me what you think! Review! :)