A/N: Whoa, guys, sorry it's taken me so long. A few friends and I have been working our butts off on a new Harry Potter fanfic that should be up soon (yay!) Anyway, I figured I just wanted to end our story here and leave all the characters in a good place. I'm still super busy with school, so again, I'M SORRY it's taken so long for me to update! Thanks so much for reading, reviewing, and putting this story on alert. It means a lot to me. I would give you all unicorns if I could. Unfortunately, I can't, so I'll just stop talking and let you enjoy the conclusion. Love, EPC

It's late afternoon when I hear Rose crying from upstairs. Peeta's still at the bakery, so I reluctantly heave myself up off the couch and head for her room.

The twinkling lights shine brightly as I open the door, and shafts of light from the window cast strange shadows on the carpet. I go over to the crib and lift out Rosie, who quiets down immediately. But no matter how many times I walk her arond the room, soothing her gently, she's still fussing and squirming. I need a better plan.

I gaze out the window at District Twelve, seeing a few people ambling down the road on their afternoon walks, and suddenly an idea strikes me.

Still holding Rose, I dash downstairs, grope for a pencil and paper in one of the kitchen drawers, and scribble a note to Peeta. Then I carefully let myself out of the house.

It's relatively mild outside, and I breathe in deeply. Glancing around, I see no one, so I turn on my heel and stride off in the direction of the Meadow.

The Meadow is growing back quickly. Only a few spots of exposed dirt, rich with a deep, earthy scent, show that it's actually a mass graveyard. I hesitate a moment, then step into a patch of wildflowers.

All those familiar, comforting, woodsy scents come alive again here. If I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine again that it was just Gale and me, on one of our regular hunting trips of so long ago.

My eyes snap back open, and I realize my feet have acted of their own accord. I'm standing in the very center of the Meadow, in another patch of wildflowers. But this time, at my feet is a perfect yellow dandelion.

The flood of memories hits me like the tidal wave in the Quarter Quell arena. Peeta, staring at me from across the schoolyard, his eye blackened and puffy. Prim and I, scrounging around this very meadow for dandelions. And suddenly, I'm telling Rose everything about her namesake. How she got the best traits our family had. How she learned to look past the imperfections to the true beauty withing. How she was the only person I knew I could trust.

"Let me sing the song to you," I whisper to my daughter.

Deep in the meadow,

Under a willow,

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.

Lay down your head and close your sleepy eyes,

And when again they open, the sun will rise.

Here it's safe, here it's warm,

here the daisies guard you from every harm.

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true.

Here is the place where I love you.