Author's note: Well, I thought I was done with this story. Took me a long time to figure out what I should add. Hope you like it. Read and review. I do not own characters created by Suzanne Collins.

Although the sun was just peaking through the pines, Johanna and Ridge were already up. It had become their least favorite day the year before. While Ridge opted to sit by the fireplace, watching the flames flicker and drinking coffee, his wife quickly got dressed and avoided her family as she walked outside with her axe. She wacked at the first tree she saw, trying to push down the pang of hurt building up inside of her.

With each chop she tried to forget the ones she lost. For her parents. Chop. For her brothers. Chop. For Bear. Chop.

And for Lily. Chop. Tears begin to form in her eyes as she started again.

Ridge got up from his spot on the floor and moved outside after putting on boots and a jacket. He wandered over towards the tree line, the cold February chill paling his face. "Johanna," he said as he neared. She turned, her cheeks now streaked with tears. She dropped the axe and rushed towards her husband. The two embraced. She nuzzled into him, burying her face in his shirt. "It's alright," he whispered. "It's going to be alright." He didn't believe the words himself, but tried to form a brave face.

"No it's not," she made out through the tears. "It's my fault. All of their deaths are on me." Johanna trembled with every word.

"Don't say that," Ridge soothed. He rocked he back and forth. "None of it was your fault." He cupped her face in his hands and bent down so he was eye level with her. "It was nothing you did, okay? Don't go blaming yourself." She nodded moving back into him. "It's getting cold. Logan should be up soon, too. Want to go back inside?" Johanna nodded again, not letting go. Ridge knelt and picked up her axe. He scooped up Johanna in one fluid motion, heading towards the front porch. He didn't stop until he had creeped up the stairs and laid Johanna on their bed. She climbed under the blankets, and he knelt down next to her. Ridge pushed away the hair hiding her eyes. "Want something to eat? I was going to go make some eggs." She remained silent and shook her head. He kissed her forehead like he did years earlier. "Love you."

Once Ridge was downstairs, Logan sneaked into the bedroom. He climbed onto the bed and cuddled next to his mother. She turned to face his beautiful green eyes and bright smile. Johanna tried to put a smile on her face as she wondered what Lily would have looked like at his age. "Mom?"

She pushed his bangs off of his forehead. "Yeah sweetheart?"

"Can we go play today?" At such a young age, the boy didn't understand nor remember what had happened a year before.

"We'll see," she whispered. "Why don't you go help your dad with breakfast?" Logan got up and ran downstairs. Johanna laid silent there for a while, thinking about that terrible day.

Johanna had named her after her red-headed friend in 13. She had gone into labor two months before her due date. Although the actual birth had no complications, her daughter was too small and frail. Lily was alive for an hour, died in her mother's arms. There was nothing they could do, but Johanna still felt responsible for her death. "I know what you're thinking." She hadn't noticed that Ridge had walked back into the room, a tray filled with scrambled eggs, bacon, and orange juice in his hands. "You know that I can read you like a book." He set the tray down on her lap and sat next to her. "Johanna there was nothing we could have done differently." He grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes. "We've been blessed with a beautiful little boy, already. This was just a hiccup in our life together."

She smiled a real smile. "You're too good," she murmured as she leaned in to kiss him.

He paused for a moment, before their lips met. "You're better."