Idk. I've written so many different drafts for chapter 9, but none of them worked. I couldn't write, I'm not sure why. It just felt like anything I wrote didn't have anything to do with the story, so I thought it was time to end it. I think so far this story has left off in a good spot, the PTSD coming under controlish and Katniss learning more about it to cope with it. Sorry this story jumped so far ahead into the future, but I wanted to show Katniss and Peeta as a couple and a family moved on. But on the brighter note, that this is a super long chapter! Thank y'all so much for the unconditional love and support for this fanfic even though I've sucked at updating regularly. Oh and if y'all need a book recommendation, I highly recommend The 5th Wave by Rick Yancey, it's supposed to be a trilogy but the second book (The Infinite Sea) Will be released in mid September. And If I Stay and Where She Went was phenomenal and I am so excited for the movie. And your Mockingjay Part 1 countdown is officially:

Katniss's POV

Peeta and I move on from that fight, and it just became a silly fight to laugh about in the years to come. I've done my fair research on trying to understand someone dealing with PTSD, and sometimes, a symptom could be multiple personality disorder, although Peeta didn't have that symptom severely, I could definitely see how there were multiple personalities living inside Peeta, one moment he would be the most caring father and then the next he could be screaming at our toddler.

After that personality 'passed' he always felt incredibly guilty, especially when he yelled at either Haven or I. I've assured him multiple times that he has never been physical and I trust him that he never will become physical during one of these 'moments'. I have to assure him that Haven is still really young, that she won't remember this moment in five years from now. All she knows that you are a loving and caring father that she looks up to and that her smile is always the brightest when she is able to hear his voice.

"I think we've done good," Peeta randomly says one night. It's a night where you can hear the wind howling outside, the rain pounding against the windows almost sounding like it will eventually shatter the glass. The lights are out, I'm laying on my side. I could have sworn Peeta was asleep.

"What?" I ask confused. I sit up so I'm now facing him.

"We've done good," He says once again, still laying down on the bed. His eyes are still closed. My first thought is that he's just sleep talking and to ignore him, as it will eventually pass as it always does. But then his eyes flutter open revealing his piercing blue eyes, still bright blue even in the dark. "Like look at Haven for example. Look how she's turned out. Beautiful as ever. No guy is laying his hands on her until she's thirty," Peeta shuts his eyes again.

Before I am able to respond, I see our bedroom door starts to slowly open.

"Mama," A little voice pierces through the darkness. "Mama," Haven calls out again before I had the chance to respond.

"Yes Honey?" I ask. Her whole body is now visible. She's three now and still a little small for her age. I see her petite body slowing walking away from the door and back into the darkness. It's not until I feel her hands on my leg under the blanket that I realize that she's right next to the bed.

"Momma the thunder scary," She pouts.

I reach over to turn on the bed lamp on to get a better view. That's when I notice the dry tear stains on Haven's face. "Do you want to sleep with us tonight?" I ask her. Thats when she nods.

Haven hops in the bed, between Peeta and I. I wrap an arm around her pulling her warm body close to mine. I can quickly feel her then tense body go limp as she falls into a deep slumber. I look over at Peeta and see he's turned over on his side too, now facing me.

I don't sleep well the rest of the night.

The next night, the weather calmed down a little throughout the day, it's rare to have such rainy days especially this time of year. At least there isn't any thunder or lightning, it's just poring down rain. I read in bed until I hear the door click shut, Peeta must be coming up to bed.

"Glad to see you came to bed," I comment. Peeta doesn't respond but walk to his side of the bed. With him normally opening the bakery, he stays past closing time and arrives before opening time. He's normally exaughsted by the time he gets home. He tries to spend a little time with Haven, but the whole time you can visibly tell he is fighting away the sleep he desperately wants.

"I'm just so tired." He replies, letting out a yawn.

He strips down his clothes until he's in his boxers. I'm not paying attention to him until I feel him slide into bed. I want to ask him about last night. I put my book down, marking my place. "Peeta, do you remember our conversation last night?" I question. I doubt he does, it was almost like he was sleep talking during the conversation.

"About Haven? Yeah." He casually replies. "I was wanting to ask you how you felt about trying for another baby." He starts up this conversation like it's not a big deal. Like we have these conversations daily. "But then Haven came in the room so I dropped the topic." He turns his face so he's looking up at me. He still looks young, because he is. His blonde hair is still as sandy as it was years ago with the curls that drape around his neck. "How do you feel about trying for another baby?" He questions carefully, acting like this is such a sensitive topic, which it is.

"I've never really thought about it," I say truthfully. I haven't. I've never really pictured myself as a mother to begin with, and even after I had Haven I never really put thought into have another baby.

"But would you like one?" He asks more firmly but still in a sweet and comforting voice. He notices the confusion on my face, he can read me like an open book, and then adds: "You don't have to answer this right now. I just think it would be nice to have another mini Katniss running around."

I shake my head at him, "No, I think it would be nice to have a mini Peeta running around." I lean in and gently peck his lips, "I want another baby,"

For four months, each month I got my period and each month was another disappointment. With Haven, it was only about three or four weeks of trying before we got pregnant. And now it's four months in and still no luck. But with one morning, I wake up and feel different. Not nauseous or light headed, but different. And that's when I know I'm pregnant.

That day, I take four pregnancy tests, all coming back positive. And when I told Peeta that night, his excitement was through the roof. His eyes light up, his smile is as wide as the ocean. He looks almost 16 years old again. We decide to wait and tell Haven when I'm a little further along and to actually have the doctor confirm the pregnancy.

When we tell Haven, almost four weeks later, I'm about nine weeks pregnant. At first she was confused, but once we explained to her that she'll be getting either a little brother or sister, he face lit up almost exactly like her father's. When we tell Peeta's family, they seemed stunned. But of course, Mr. Mellark is the first one to congratulate followed by Mrs. Mellark and Peeta's brothers. Each time the baby is brought up around Haven, she smiles and proudly says 'I'm going to be a big sister.'

Peeta and I rarely have fights, but when we do, they're about big things, not like 'why didn't you do the dishes?' or 'Why didn't you take the dog out?'. But this time, it's about telling my mom about the pregnancy. I never told her about my pregnancy with Haven, I haven't talked to her in years. We don't have anything in common anymore except that we're blood related. All that we ever had in common both died, my father and sister. Peeta keeps bringing up the fact that we might not have anything in common, but I am her only living relative left alive. Her parents are dead, I'm not too sure about her sisters, her husband is dead and one of her daughters is dead.

When I do make the call to tell her I'm pregnant, I'm 17 weeks pregnant. We haven't found out the sex yet, I'm not really sure if I want to know yet. But I make sure Haven is at preschool and Peeta is busy at the bakery before I even think about calling. But I scroll through the contacts on my cell phone and dial my old home phone, I don't think she would have moved, or at least not yet.

As soon as I hear her voice on the other line, I realize how much I actually have missed my mother. She could have been there for me when Haven was born if I would have reached out to her.

When I tell her I'm pregnant she is ecstatic, I can picture her now wrinkly face smiling through the tears. Her blonde hair has probably dulled into a grayish color.

She asks the basic questions, like when I am due, what's the sex of the baby, how's Peeta doing. I also bring up the fact that we already have a daughter. She didn't know that. I thought that at least she would have seen papers or somehow word would have gotten around that Peeta and I had a baby, but I guess not.

"Yeah, she's three years old, her name is Haven Faith Mellark," I explain the littlest details about her. How she had Peeta's hair color, but recently it is starting to darken up, Mom comments that is what my hair did around this age, how she has the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Mom also explains that she did find out that Peeta and I were married even though she didn't come to the ceremony. She also heard on the news on what happened to Peeta, but she says now she regrets she never called me and how she left me alone when I really needed someone at that time. I apologize too because I could have been more responsible and reached out to her too. But before we both hang up, I promise I'll give her updates about the baby and she promises to keep in touch.

That night when I told Peeta I talked to my mom that day, he told me he was proud of me to reach out to her.

Our next ultrasound appointment is today, Peeta and I agreed we would find out the sex, since it would be a lot easier to prepare for a baby knowing what we are having. At 20 weeks pregnant, I'm no where as near big as I was with Haven, I just look fat. Even though Peeta insists daily that I have the same pregnancy glow I had with Haven. I still strongly disagree. Haven is with her grandparents at the bakery, hopefully learning how to bake. But I sternly told Mr. and Mrs. Mellark if Haven comes home with a tummy ache from all that sugar, I'm blaming them.

As the ultrasound technician waves the wand around on my belly, Peeta holds a tight grip on my hand, that if he lets go, he'll fly away or something.

"What do you guys want?" The technician asks.

"I want a boy," I'm the first to speak up, "I want a mini him running around the house," I look over and smile at Peeta.

"I want another little girl, so we can have multiple Katniss's running around the house," He looks down and returns the smile to me.

The technician laughs and smiles, "Well, you guys are having a little boy."

I look up at Peeta and give him the 'told you so' face, she mockingly laughs at me and tells me there is always next time he'll be right.

Our gender reveal goes a very unoriginal way: having a paint fight, with of course blue paint. We let in Haven on our little game, she doesn't know the sex yet either. But Peeta explained to her that pink paint means she's having a little sister and blue paint means she's having a little brother.

We have a camera timer going off to be able to capture the moments. Blue paint comes spilling out covering our t shirts and pants in blue paint. Haven thinks it's fun, to have a paint fight.

We send all the pictures via text message to our family members and post some pictures on social media to await the responses.

I'm nearing the end of my third trimester. And this third trimester of this pregnancy is considerable easier than when I was pregnant with Haven. Probably because of the more support I have from my mom, Peeta's family, and especially Peeta. Even little Haven is excited and always kissing my now huge belly. I didn't start to get big in this pregnancy until I hit my seventh month, that's when I started to grow rapidly out of no where.

Each night when Peeta thinks I'm asleep, he talks to our still unborn son who we decided to name 'Aiden James'. Sometimes I can't help but to chuckle a little and other nights I'm better at containing my laughter.

The night when I start to feel my first real contractions, it frightens me. Luckily that night Haven chose to spend the night with her grandparents. I don't wake Peeta up at first, I want to know for sure. But the one that causes me to slightly whimper, Peeta bolts straight up. That's when I tell him I think it's time. At first, Peeta just stares at me, not truly realizing what is going on.

"Well, lets go to the hospital I guess." And off we went.

I was admitted to labor and delivery for the doctors believing that I am in early labor. Luckily the labor didn't last as long as it did with Haven, because four short hours later, Aiden James Mellark was welcomed into the world. And this time, my mother was in the delivery room too.

Peeta's POV

Tomorrow will be officially four years ago that I was drafted overseas for the American Army. That trip changed my entire life. These past four years have by far been the most rockiest four years of not only my life, but Katniss's life as well. I left my heavily pregnant wife alone to raise our still unborn daughter for almost a year by herself, loosing a leg, dealing with post traumatic stress disorder, having the honor of not only being nominated but winning the Purple Heart award for wounded soldiers. But it was only three weeks ago that Katniss and I had overcame another big obstacle, but this time, we did the whole process together, along with Haven, as a family, we welcomed home another baby, a boy we named Aiden.

Aiden was only born three very short weeks ago. And since then our lives have become even more chaotic. Aiden requires almost round the clock attention and Haven, still at the tender age of three, still depends on Katniss and I on a lot of things in her everyday life. There is not much quiet time anymore and the long nights have gotten to Katniss, especially when she has to deal with a very colicky Aiden who won't stay asleep unless he is resting peacefully in either mine or Katniss's arms. My parents have helped out a great deal with Haven when Katniss was pregnant. For her delivery, Katniss decided early on that she still wanted to try to give birth naturally, with no pain killers unlike her last delivery with Haven when she decided to have the epidural. During her eighteen hour labor, her cries and screams were heartbreaking. I never asked what her labor was like with Haven, but I couldn't imagine her having to go through all this pain when the one person who you truly want to see the most is overseas. She begged me to take the pain away, she even tried to make bargains with me. But each time I assured her that if I could, I would trade places with her in a heartbeat.

When we first announced our pregnancy to Haven, she was skeptical at first, unsure of what to think of another baby in the house. But as soon as Katniss started to show her bump, Haven warmed up to the idea. And when she found out she was going to have a little brother, she was estatic, she could barely keep her excitement down low for the remainder of Katniss's pregnancy. My parents were excited to have more grandchildren, Rye just had a baby with his wife, a boy they named Jackson.

I'm happy that although my mom helped make my childhood a living hell, I'm happy she is here for her grandchildren, especially when Katniss's family isn't in the picture, at least our kids will have one set of grandparents to love them and spoil them rotten at the bakery. Haven has came home numerous times from the bakery from where either I or her grandparents spoiled her so much, it made her sick.

For now, Aiden looks like me, he was a little smaller at birthweight that the doctors originally thought, but after numerous amounts of tests done, he was healthy as can be. This time around, Katniss claims to be a lot slower on her feat. During her labor with Haven and the process of giving birth, she didn't tear but this time she tore badly causing her immense amount of pain on top of her being already sore from a hard fought labor.

The first time that Haven got to meet her younger brother, her first instinct was to kiss him on his head. Which only made Katniss and me smile widely. Our little family is complete.

Two years later...

Haven's first day of elementary school comes by, it wasn't until her preschool graduation that we realized that she is actually growing up, she is no longer the shy little girl I first met in my hospital bed, thankfully she hasn't seen too much of that side of me. Each day Haven surprises us with how smart she is becoming, she learned basic command words at a younger age than most kids and could even count to a hundred in the beginning of kindergarten, she always showed a strong sense of vocabulary to add on to that. Katniss and I are both surprised on how smart she is, not taking after either us, she must have some of her Uncle Rye in her.

Not only Katniss, but Haven and Aiden both showed me that recovering as best as I can from my PTSD is worth it, and each day I keep kicking PTSD's ass. In my spare time, away from helping my family run the bakery and spending time with my family, I run a support group for other soldiers who came back from over seas or even Marines, National Guards, Army, Navy, anyone who needed extra support following their experience serving our country. I often find a lot of young fathers and mothers who, just like me, returned home feeling like a different person but not in a good way. That their family no longer understands them. Why they can't always ride comfortable in cars or waking up from the disturbing nightmares and suddenly finding the urgent need to have their family close together, and in within their point of view of things.

For Haven's first day of school, Katniss dressed her bright pink shirt with white shorts. Her blonde hair started to fade to a really mud blonde color and only a few months ago, we have started to notice more of a brunette color in Haven's hair. Katniss used a few bobbi pins to pin her hair back out of her face, She looks almost exactly like Katniss, exactly how I wanted her to resemble. Although Aiden looks like me with the blonde hair but grey eyes, we will have to wait and see if his hair, like Haven's, turns into a darker shade or to stay blonde.

The drive over to the elementary school to drop Haven off is only about a five or six minute drive at tops, but the ride over felt like an eternity. Haven was nearly bouncing out of her seat and off the car doors when the school came into her sights. Although she won't admit it, she claims she's only excited, but she has the same look her mother has when she isn't very sure or nervous about something. I reassure her multiple times the night before kindergarten that she will be fine.

At first, when Haven steps out of the car, she almost looks lost, not knowing what to do but to follow the rest of the kids. For one of the first times in her life, Haven actually is quiet and not talking to anyone. But all it takes is another young girl, it's probably her first day too, to smile at Haven before she starts to become her talkative and extroverted self.

I turn around and look in the backseat of the car and see Aiden sleeping. His blonde curls have yet to turn into a darker shade like his sisters did. I see Katniss rest her head against the passenger side window before she lets out a sigh.

"One kid down for school, and one more to go," She sighs. Showing obvious signs of disappointment. "I don't want them to grow up," A slight tear falls down her cheek.

I'm not too sure on how to comfort her on this one so I decide to make more of a joke: "We can always have more."

She gives me a dirty look and shakes her head, "No more," Katniss firmly says.

Once we're home and in the doors, Aiden is still asleep. I took the day off from the bakery today to stay home with Katniss and Aiden, but the silence is getting to me. We don't hear the small pounding of feet running down the stairs for breakfast or the table filled with laughter as I say something funny or when Katniss makes her platypus face.

"So, um, what do you want to do now?" I ask Katniss. She's sitting on the leather living room love seat, she's just sitting there and not saying anything. Not watching t.v., it's almost like she isn't even in this world.

Katniss doesn't respond my question, but instead says something different: "We made it Peeta," She looks over at me and I see the sun hit her beautiful grey eyes and makes them shine.

Thank y'all so much for the support for this story. I'm sorry it came to an ending so fast, but I hope you guys enjoyed this fanfic! I had a lot of fun writing it. I start school the 11th, so I wish all of you starting school a very awesome year.