"She smells!" yelled Haymitch from upstairs. I gave Peeta look and he nodded, as he took the stairs two at a time. Oh, Haymitch. I cannot leave him alone with Lilah for ten seconds.

I decide to go join Peeta and Haymitch after I hear laughing. As I go into the nursery I see Haymitch holding Lily out like she is poisonous. Peeta is cracking up, clutching his stomach. I look closer and I see that Haymitch has poop on his cheek—I crack up.

"That is the last time I change a diaper," Haymitch said as he walked out of the room, handing me a confused Lilah.

"Uncle Haymitch is silly isn't he?" I asked her as I began to change her diaper properly. Peeta wrapped his arms around my waist. I giggled as he began to plant kisses down my neck.

"You are both silly," I say as I finish changing the diaper and turn to face Peeta. He smells like frosting and paint, a mix only Peeta could have. He gives me a light kiss on the lips.

Peeta gives me a genuine smile as he kisses me once more, and then takes Lilah into his arms. She smiles at her father, and Peeta kisses her forehead. Seeing them together was just so natural, so normal. I hope I look like that with her; but I get a feeling in the pit of my stomach that it's not true.

Peeta turns to me and frowns. "You need to hunt," he says immediately.

"How do you know?" I asked him quickly.

"When you look worried you crease your brow, when you hunt it usually helps you. Sweetheart, I know these things about you," Peeta replies.

He is right. It's been a long time since I have been in the woods—just me and the wilderness. I miss it so much. "Your right," I admit to him.

"Go, Lilah and I will be just fine," Peeta assures me.

I smiled thankfully, so glad that Peeta understands me. Probably more than I understand myself. "Where would I be without you?" I ask him as I kiss his cheek and race to get my bow.

The woods are alive. I breathe in the fresh air, and take in the sights. I sit on a rock, simply thinking of memories. Sometimes it hurts to remember life before, but then sometimes—very rarely—it helps. This time I think of Prim, and the way she would wrinkle her nose, the same way Lilah does. I think of Peeta and how far we've come. I think of Cinna and his brilliance. I think of Gale and his artful skill. Then I think of the corrupt system that took it all away from me. They took everything except Peeta, the boy with the bread; he was always someone they could never take from me. I got him back to me in the end. Always.

I got three kills, all of which were rabbits. I collected some Lilac flowers and some fresh fruit then headed back home, the sun was setting and I did not want Peeta to worry. I took a short cut through town, I passed Haymitch's house I saw him through the window watching TV intensely, luckily no alcohol in his hand. So, that was a good sign I suppose.

I opened the door, and it was quiet. "Peeta?" I called as I set down my kill and collecting's. I wandered through the house to find Peeta in the kitchen, glass shattered at his feet and his hand was shaking. I knew that look on his face, flashbacks. I immediately began to panic, where was Lilah?

I rushed over to Peeta, and made him look me straight in the eyes. "Peeta, you are right here. With me, Katniss your wife, now come back to me. Come back to me okay, I won't hurt you," I tell him, trying to calm him down.

His blue eyes return to normal, and he looks at me. "Is Lilah okay?" I ask immediately.

"I put her to bed before…before I had an episode," Peeta said as he began to pick up the glass.

I nodded, trying to calm myself as I sat down at the table. His episodes were rare but they still happened, once or twice a month Peeta would leave me for a few minutes, and nothing scared me more. No one else can leave me, or I might just fall apart again. And if I fall apart again, there will be no one to glue me all back together.

Peeta cups my face in his hands and kisses my forehead. "You know I will always come back to you," he promises.

Okay, so sorry it took so long. Please, review!

-Megan