Disclaimer: I do NOT own the rights to Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins DOES. I am just adding onto her story, where she left off.

(Two years after the epilogue)

Chapter 2

Our children both know about the Games. She has known of them for a few years now, he just learned about a month ago. They are truly a blessing to Peeta and I. They are my reminder of the wonderful choice I made to choose Peeta, many years ago. I would never in a million years change that day, that heartbreaking yet wonderful time of my life. The day he asked, "You love me. Real or not real," and then my answer. I feel so safe and protected with him. Yes, he still has the flashback from the Capitol's cruelty.

I so wish that there would be a way to undo the time he was with the Capitol. We still play the game of "Real-Or-Not-Real", like today.

"They saved you over me. Real or not real?"

With a sickening feeling in my chest, stomach and throat, I manage to reply, barely holding back tears of pain. "Real."

"Why," he asked, not knowing the answer. I can see in his face and eyes that it pains him to think and ask this of me.

So I tell him, crying and regaining composure again and again. I just wish I could offer him a more peaceful relief. I know I am doing the best I can do. After all, I played his feelings during the first Hunger Games. I was so confused about my feelings with Peeta and Gale. Now there's a name I haven't thought of in years. Gale. I could care a less about that monster. A million thoughts and memories flood my mind in seconds. Painful, tearful, happy and then sad.

"I saved you in the Games. Real or not real?"

"Real," I say with a smile. He's done so much for me in my life that I don't even deserve it. To risk his own life for me when all I wanted to do was survive the Games, then protect him no matter the cost the second time; even if it cost me my life then. This is so painful to do. For both of us. I don't let him know of what invades my mind when he asks, but I can see he wants me to let him in now; so I open the door.

"I'm sorry, Peeta. I'm so sorry." He's next to me on the couch, holding me now. Our house is in the fields now. Where the fence used to be, lining the end of what was once District 12. Now green and beautiful. No coal mines to work in anymore. No more explosions.

The Capitol is in harmony with the rest of Panem. With no more Games, people in the Districts and Capitol live with different hobbies. I still hunt and have even sharpened my hunting and trapping skills. Peeta is always baking. Breads, cakes, pies, main courses now too! District 12 is now doing so many things. We have discovered rare jewels deep in the earth, and it's less dangerous than the coal. We also harvest herbs for the Capitol to make sophisticated medicines. One could say we're all the districts combined into one.

I feel Peeta's warm embrace around my body; his arms always make me feel secure. He tells me it will be alright and we'll be ok no matter the circumstance.

"Katniss', Peeta starts, 'I don't care what you did in the past. I know that you are a good person and that you did what you had to survive."

I am a monster, I think. Rotten little Katniss, who should've died ten times over in the past. But he's right. I did what I had to survive. Now look. Peeta was hijacked by the Capitol. Prim is gone. Peeta's family is gone. Madge is gone. District 12 is gone. Even Rue, Finnick and everyone else from the Quarter Quell. Haymitch died of intoxication last fall. Even though we won the rebellion, I guess the images and the past got too much for him to bear. Annie and her baby are now living next door, about a mile away. Their son is so adorable. He looks identical to Finnick, might I add. Our children are best of friends, and I sincerely hope it stays as such.

"Mom! Dad!"

Peeta and I jump up. Run out the door, our children are running up the hill and racing for our arms.

"What's wrong? Everything alright?" Peeta asks, with terror in his voice, he looks around. As do i. We go into the house. We sit in the cute little sofa all grouped together. Now this bring back memories, painful ones at that, too. My days with Rue, Peeta and I in the cave, waiting for the rain to let up; waiting to die or win.

"What happened?" I ask.

"We were in the square as you know, with Miss Wilkis. We were walking past the library and something caught my eyes," says Ivy.

"Which was what?" asks Peeta.

"A plant that you once told us about. That plant Rue helped cure your stings with," she stopped.

"And," we ask in unison.

"We think that it can help with his memory problems," says Blaze.

Of course! Why did I not think of that years ago! Why did none of us think about that plant?! But, the only time I have seen that healing plant is in the Games and obviously, Rue's district. But no one knows where the 74th Games were held at. No one but … I stop. I see Peeta almost in tears of what you think to be of joy and happiness.

"Peeta," I ask. He smiles.

"Katniss, we can try,' he says. 'We can't be worse off than I am now." I know he means to be funny about that last part, but it makes me sick. The whole idea of our kids coming to that conclusion and not any of us, it makes me feel stupid yet proud; proud of the love for their father. For the one they know risked his life for mine, more than once. And, now to know that there could be another way to help Peeta ... I will do anything to make it all better. Even risk my own life, like he did.

"I'll be right back," I say. I hurry off the sofa, and bolt for the kitchen, which is two rooms south of where my family is. I pick up the phone and dial. It rings in on the other end.

"Hello."

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