When I wake the next morning Peeta isn't next to me, he was probably up early or something. As I walk downstairs I hear laughing, giggling and shouting. As I walk into the kitchen all there is, is mess. Peeta's standing in the corner with his hands over his face. Rosanna is standing in front of him and laughing while threatening to throw an egg at him. Alex is standing on the table laughing and jumping up and down on the surface of it. None of them notice me when I walk in. "Um, what are you doing to my kitchen?" I call. Rosanna and Alex freeze and swerve round to look at me in horror. I don't look at them, I look at Peeta. "Well?"
"Technically this is my kitchen." He points out. And suppresses a smile.
"Very well but what are you doing to it?" I look around and see Alex still on the table. "And how did Alex get up there he's only two?" I walk over to him and lift him off the table and hold him in my arms.
"The first question's answer is, it was their fault." Peeta says pointing at the children. "Second question, I have no idea." He says grinning.
"Well seeing as you all made this mess, you're all cleaning it up." I say to them.
"But mommy there's so much mess." Rosanna moans.
"Well Rosie you should have thought of that before you created all this mess." I say gesturing the whole kitchen.
"Mommy, what about me?" Alex asks.
"You and I'll sit and watch them." I say smiling at the innocent face I love so much.
"But mommy he helped!" Rosanna says loudly.
"All he did was jump on the table." I say laughing at the cross look on Rosanna's face.
"Come on Ro, it's not that bad." Peeta says nudging her.
"Yes it is!" She shouts at him.
"Rosanna!" I shout at her. "Do not speak to your dad like that! Apologise!"
"Sorry." She says quietly.
"Now start cleaning." I say and walk out of the kitchen.
"Mommy, who was that man yesterday?" Alex murmurs.
"What man?" I ask him after a slight hesitation.
"The man who looked cross with you." He asks innocently.
"Gale. My best friend." I say quietly.
"He didn't seem like he was your friend." He says confused.
"He was upset."
"Why?" He asks.
"Sweetheart Gale's always liked me and when he found out that your dad and I had, had children he was very upset about it because he still liked me." I smile slightly at him.
"Ok." He says brightly.
"Why don't we go check and see how Rosie and daddy are doing?" I take his hand and lead him back downstairs. When we go into the kitchen Peeta and Rosie are still cleaning up, well at least Peeta is, Rosie's sitting on a chair looking very agitated.
Peeta looks up looking annoyed. "What's happened?" I sigh.
"Will I ever be good at telling someone off?" He asks.
"No" I say smiling slightly. "What did she do?"
"I am right here you know?" Rosie mutters. I ignore her.
"She's too much like you." Peeta murmurs.
"Ah that's not too bad." I say nudging him slightly.
"Yes, yes it is." He says.
"Rosie, Alex upstairs now." I order. Once they leave the kitchen I look back at Peeta. "What did she do?"
"Firstly she threw a huge tantrum after you left and while I tried to calm her down she just got angrier and started throwing eggs everywhere." He says loudly.
"She's a child bear in mind." I mutter.
"Yeah, she's your child." He smiles slightly.
"She may be my child but she's also yours, she must have some good in her." I say.
"I don't know." He shakes his head slowly. "Do you think you could give me lessons on how to be mean? As that's all you're good at."
"No. Partly because that is very offensive, and partly because we need a kind person in the house." I say.
"Yeah your right." He sits down on a chair. "Since when did you change?"
I smile. "I haven't I'm just different." I say.
"Same thing." The phone starts to ring. I walk over to it and pick it up. "Hello?" I say into the phone.
"Hello Katniss." Says a voice I recognise well. Plutarch Heavensbee.
"Plutarch?" I say confused.
"Yes it's me and we have a problem." He sounds worried.
"Look Heavensbee I can't do anything to help you." I'm bored of calls that just ask for help.
"I'm afraid Miss Everdeen that even if you don't help this is going to include you and your family." Plutarch says sadly.
"Fine what is it?" I say exasperated.
"Panem is at war." He says.
"With who?" I say a little quieter.
"That's the problem, we don't know. But they want you dead." He murmurs.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"A message was sent from somewhere, not sure where though, but they said that unless we pass you over, if not there'll be war." He says.
"So be it." And I hang up.