Epilogue

5 years later…

I was making lunch with the bread Peeta made when I heard, "Mommy, I'm hungry. How much longer?" I smiled as I was turning around to see my daughter, Willow, and my son, Cinna, waiting for they're sandwiches. Willow is 5 and has brown hair and blue eyes, a mix of both me and Peeta. Cinna is 3 and has blonde hair and grey eyes. "Okay, okay. Ta-da!" I said as I was placing the plates on the counter. Cinna took one look at the sandwich and dug in. Willow giggled. All of a sudden, Peeta walked through the door. "Daddy!" the kids screamed, while running to him. They latched on to his legs like leeches. He managed to escape there squeezes and walked over to me. He grabbed on to my waist and pulled me in. "Ewww." I pulled away and told the kids to go outside. They ran out into the Meadow, where our little cottage stood. We moved here a few weeks after I told Peeta I was pregnant with Willow. He said we would have a better life here. We walked outside hand and hand and saw Willow blowing dandelions. She reminded me of Prim. Actually, she always reminded me of Prim. The way she talked, the way she dressed, the way she acted. I named her Willow because of the song I sang Rue and Prim. Based on everything that happened to me in the past, my life now was perfect. I was married to the love of my life, I have two beautiful children, and I live in a cozy cottage. And to think this wouldn't of happened if Prim was picked for the Games. Maybe, just maybe, the horrible thing isn't just so horrible after all.