Disclaimer: Okay, so I know I didn't do this last chapter, but I'm not Suzanne Collins, so I don't own ANY of this. If I was Suzzane Collins, Gale and Katniss would be together, and Peeta would be sitting at home, crying. :)(:

A/N: MyMusicisMyWorld, and drali11, thank you for reviewing. I will make it a KatnissDaughterxGaleSon, not a KatnissxGale. Katniss will be very happy with Peeta. :)(: Thank you for the idea, MyMusicisMyWorld!

Gale P.O.V.

"I missed you, too, Gale. I'm sorry I doubted you." She pulled back and grinned. "Will you and your son come for dinner?" Katniss asked nervously, grinning slightly. I started laughing, thinking about how I was already planning to go over with Carter. She clearly thought I was laughing at her, and she punched my right arm. Long story short, I stopped laughing.

"Your very nice daughter already invited us, and we said yes." I said rubbing my arm, which was bright red. "Is that alright? Or are you mad at me again?" I asked, trying to be funny. I stopped being funny when she punched my left arm, too. "Okay, that's enough! You've gotten stronger in 16 years! Geez!" I rubbed my arm.

"Fine. I'll let you come over because I want to meet your son to see if he's anything like his father." Katniss said, still glaring at me. I smiled.

"So, how's Peeta?" I asked. Her eyes lit up, and she smiled happily.

"He's great! He still has a few flashbacks, but when he feels it coming on, he puts himself into the bomb shelter. Prim and Finnick are used to it now, but they still don't know why it happens. We are afraid they'll hate us for it. You know, since we killed people." Her face clouded over. I wanted to say she was silly, but I couldn't. I felt the same way, and still haven't told my son.

I walked over to her, and gave her a hug. "How old is Finnick?" I asked, trying to get her mind off the past.

"Finnick is twelve. Two years younger than Prim. We like to call him Finn. His character is much different than... Finnick's." She was struggling to keep back tears. Finnick's death hit her just as hard as Prim's did.

"Oh. Listen, I'm sorry about Finnick. At least he died knowing he what he was doing. Prim was... not expecting it." I said, looking down at my toes. So, I have to go find Carter and tell him to start getting ready." I turned to go. "See you at 5:30."