A/N: This is my first published story on here so it's probably a little rough. I would love some reviews to help my writing skills improve! Thanks yall!

"I still get nightmares. In fact, I get them so often
I should be used to them by now. I'm not.
No one ever really gets used to nightmares."
-Mark Z. Danielewski,House of Leaves

He has her. President Snow is holding my sweet baby girl. He is holding her in one hand while his lithe fingers trail their way towards her delicate neck. I try to scream but nothing comes out. Maybe if I run I can save her, but his hand is wrapping around her neck now. I lift my right leg to protect her when someone grabs me from behind. The mystery person spins me around and I'm face to face with Gale; my best friend who I haven't seen since the war, since his bomb killed my sister. I open my mouth to ask what he's doing when he holds up a finger as if telling me, 'just wait.' He turns me around so I'm watching Snow strangle my daughter again, my sweet Rosie, his strong hands putting pressure on my shoulder so that there is no way I can escape him. A slight sparkle falling from the sky catches my eye and my eyes double in size. Snow laughs as the parachute falls in front of him and exploded on impact. The flames lick my skin as I feel the tears start falling down my face. Hands are on my shoulder again, gentler this time. I feel his lips under my ear next before I finally hear the only voice that can pull me from these nightmares.

"Katniss? Katniss please come back to me. It's alright it was only a dream." He whispers and my eyes flutter open. Once his blue eyes lock with my tear filled grey ones he pulls me close and holds me against him.

"Oh Peeta." I sigh as he kisses the top of my head and smoothed my braid back down my back. "He had her, Snow had Rosie! He was choking her and I couldn't save her." I whispered and he let me cry for a moment before continuing to sooth me.

"Oh Katniss everything is alright. I just checked on Rosie she's safe and sound in her bed, sound asleep. Snow is dead, the nightmare's not real." He whispered and kissed my temple. I pulled back from his arms and searched his eyes for any sign of lying. Funny how the Real or Not Real game the other soldiers had invented during the war to help Peeta with his memories was the way he now comforted me from my ever present nightmares. Peeta stood up and grabbed my hands in his. "Come here, I'll show you that she's fine." He said and I nodded and followed him down the hallway in our home in the Victors Village.

Peeta had spent years trying to convince me that everything would be fine if we had a child. The Hunger Games were over and Paylor would make sure that no harm ever came to a child of a Victor; we had already suffered too much he had told me. Once I felt our sweet Primrose, Rosie for short, move inside of me the fears set in again but I knew she was safe as long as she was still inside of me. As soon as she was born I started having the nightmares that my past adversaries were trying to kill her. Peeta stopped walking, opened the door, and pulled me in front of him. There in front of me, just like Peeta said, Rosie was laying on her back her tiny stomach rising and falling with each breath. Peeta wrapped his arms around my midsection and I felt his lips on the back of my neck. I sighed and melted back into him. "Now how about you let me take you back to bed?" He whispered in a voice full of something that was definitely not sleep. I nodded with a quick laugh and Peeta's right arm moved from her waist to the crook behind her knees. He picked her up and carried her back to their room down the hall.