So this is just basically the introduction to the story and a bit of background information! There are many many more chapters to come so please add to your alerts:) I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think by leaving a review! x

I do not own The Hunger Games. There is some content here which was taken from Suzanne Collins' 'Mockingjay' - No copyright intended.

They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the red hair and blue eyes. The boy with blonde curls and grey eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier but not much.

The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built; there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years.

We called her Iris after the bright eyes that match the flower itself. She has beautiful auburn curly hair, and she looks unique compared all the dark-haired, grey-eyed girls at her school. She is a very selfless, loving child and there is no doubt her personality has evolved from her father. She is very intelligent and has a collection of books that she guards with her life. She tells me that I should read more, and that I will be surprised at how much they can change the way you see things. I guess I just haven't had the time.

Peeta has opened a Bakery in the square and he now works full-time frosting and baking cakes. He spent a lot of time with me at home before opening it; teaching me some simple frosting techniques – which I have now mastered and use regularly to help him out. Our 6 year old boy Hugo also loves to come and help throw around ingredients and I see him being just like his father in the future. He has the same messy blonde hair that bounces up and down when he runs around like a penguin in his shiny green wellies. His eyes are so many different shades of grey, some I didn't even know existed and they are unbelievably beautiful. They are also accompanied by the longest set of eyelashes I have ever seen.

I look at them playing together and I just don't understand how we could have created such perfect, beautiful children. They play in the meadow, singing songs with each other and dancing through the flowers. I sometimes catch a glimpse of Prim inside Iris' eyes and have to sit down for a while to let the memories drown me. I still miss her smile, her beautiful golden hair and her ability to make everybody fall in love with her. I miss Rue and her innocence to the violent and cruel world. I miss Mags, and all the other tributes that came with me into the arena for the Quarter Quell. I especially miss Finnick – his golden hair and sea green eyes, his witty and seductive personality. I miss everyone; I miss them so much that I get a shooting pain in my heart every time I think about them.

Peeta and I still occasionally have the nightmares- the nightmares that cause us to wake up with a sore throat from screaming throughout the night. I desperately hope that the children will never hear us. These moments of weakness rarely occur anymore, and I am so grateful as I don't want to scare them - I have to be strong.

Buttercup; our extremely old cat was impossible to get rid of. He would wait at the doorstep crying for Prim when I eventually let him in and cried with him. Every time I mention her name his ears perk up and I have to comfort him when all hope is lost. I often think about what President Snow said about the Rebels dropping the parachutes and that it was Gale's fault that Prim died. I don't want to believe it, I try so hard not to, but there is something inside me that knows it's true.

Gale is still working in District 2 and I do sometimes see him on the television, surrounded by beautiful young ladies. He has had many partners in the time Peeta and I have been together and I can't help but feel sorry for him. I am so lucky to have Peeta and I have done nothing to deserve him. Some people just aren't as fortunate.

So there's just a bit of background information - but stick around for the next chapter for more drama ;)

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