Okay my lovelies! Last chapter of the story! I'll post the sequel most likely this week… If I have time. But spring break started on Thursday! Hallelujah! The words break and vacation are the sound of gospel choirs to my ears. That was cheesy… so here's the epilogue!
Three year later
Katniss POV
People say that time flies by, and now its proven true. Peeta and I married two years ago. Annie and my mother keep us up to date with their lives with their weekly letters. Little Finn is three years old and, according to Annie, is as handsome as his father.
Not a day goes by that we don't think about the people we lost. And it turns out that Prim didn't die. After the bombing she was in a coma. She's up and going again, helping my mother in District 4. We talk occasionally. She'll be coming in a month to meet our little girl.
Rosalie Hope Mellark. She's four months old and the love of our lives. With my dark hair and Peeta's blue eyes, she is the most beautiful child ever. I never thought I would have children, but Peeta changed that. He convinced me that nothing bad would happen to her and there is no chance of her ever being forced into the Games.
"We fixed that problem didn't we?" is what he asked when I told him what I was so scared about. Now I'm glad he changed my mind. I'd like to say we're the best parents, but half the time we have no idea what we're doing. But seeing our baby healthy and happy is worth the struggles.
Okay peoples, that was the end. Horrible ending but I'm writing a sequel. It's mostly about Rosalie. Lots of twists and turns. And I know in the book epilogue it said she didn't have kids until after 15 years but it's a fanfic so I thought I'd add a twist like that. And Prim's alive! I just couldn't believe she died. So the sequel will be on my profile page. Thank you so much to everyone who followed and fovorited! See ya later!