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Chapter 2

Peeta POV

Katniss just sat there. Even as I shook her shoulder vigorously and called her name. Rye remained completely oblivious, sitting on the floor and eating muffins, while Willow stood next to him, licking her fingers the get any remaining crumbs, and stared at us. Willow sheepishly walked over to Katniss, her little mouth and cheeks covered in muffin crumbs, quickly pecked her on the cheek and said, "I love you, Mommy."

Rye heard the words and leapt up. "I love you too, Mommy! And you, Daddy! Yaaaaay!" He yelled at the top of lungs. I grinned, momentarily forgetting about Katniss and swooped down and picked up Rye. He squealed with delight. Willow was at my side, grabbing my leg immediately. "Pick me up too!"

I looked over at Katniss, laughing at our children. She still sat motionless. Her voice was a monotone. "Pick her up, Peeta."

My laughter stopped and I reached down and hoisted up Willow as well. She giggled and tickled Rye and me. I laughed half-heartedly. I still stared at Katniss's back. I jogged into the living room, whinnying and making horse noises, and dropped Rye and Lo onto the couch to play. I walked back in to the kitchen to Katniss. She just sat there, staring.

"Katniss..." I started. "What's wrong?"

"Peeta... You wouldn't understand." She answered shortly. Suddenly she became panicked. "Peeta! Nooooooooo! NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Why?! Nooooooo! She was only twelve! Nooooo..." she went from yelling to whispering as she barely spoke her last no. I didn't know for sure, but I think that Prim's death had made her slowly go a little… off the wall…

Rye smiled and crawled over. "Mommy, who was only twelve?" His voice came out garbly.

"Your aunt, Prim, but she passed away when she was twelve." I said quietly, picking him up and ruffling his hair.

Katniss's eyebrows furrowed and she finally looked into my eyes. Her eyes were a dark grey, like a thunder cloud. "No, Peeta. She was murdered!" Katniss was shouting now. Rye's and now Willow's eyes became wide. "Prim was killed! She was! Prim was…" she trailed off and I pulled her close to me. She sobbed into my shoulder. I rocked her and Rye back and forth for a long time…