**Hey guys! I am so sorry for the long break between posting, I've been crazy busy. And I was going to post the other day but I got ill. Anyway, I'm back now and I'll try to update as often as I can. How are you all enjoying the story? :) Anyway, enjoy! And as always, feedback is appreciated**

-TWO WEEKS LATER-

Katniss Everdeen sits in her home, cradling her new baby boy, rocking him back and forth. It's been two weeks since she gave birth to Riley, yet, things have been different lately. And not just because of the baby...

Katniss sits on the couch and cradles her baby boy to her. He snores softly, his face delicate and peaceful in slumber. She can't help but stare at him. He is perfection and it still amazes her how something so perfect, so innocent and delicate can have come from her. She feels her heart burst with love every time she looks at him, a smile plastered onto her face.

Peeta walks in and spots Katniss rocking him, smiling to himself. Everyone had noticed the miraculous change in Katniss since the arrival of little Riley. She had blossomed in many ways. The maternal instincts she had buried away since the loss of Prim had risen to the surface and come out again. She was smiling much, much more which was a wonder in itself. And although Peeta didn't like to admit it, it kept her distracted from all of the drama they have been having lately.

Gale Hawthorne and unwillingly entered their lives and temporarily made it disastrous, yet as soon as their precious baby boy had arrived Gale and his trouble had completely disappeared.

Their life was bliss, well, for now anyway.

Peeta walks round and stands behind the sofa, leaning over it and wrapping his arms around Katniss. She leans her head back and reluctantly takes her eyes off Riley to smile to Peeta. "Hey" She says in a hushed voice, a grin creeping across her face. Peeta strokes his son's cheek and then kisses Katniss' hair. "Hey." He says back, smiling down to him. "He's so perfect." He says with a content sigh, Katniss nodding in agreement. "I'll put him to bed now." She says and stands, carrying him upstairs with her and setting him in his cot.

She tucks him into his little bed, the small boy stirring slightly, little hands outstretching in his sleep. "Shh" She whispers softly, taking a small hand in her own. Before she realises it, she finds herself singing her little boy to sleep. The song reaches her lips before she has a chance to really think about what she is singing. "Deep in the meadow.. under the willow.. a bed of grass.. a soft green pillow.." And even by those few lines the small boy was snoring softly. She finishes the song and wipes a tear from her cheek, not even realising that she'd been crying.

She stands up and Peeta's arms slide around her waist. She leans back against him, their bodies fitting together as a puzzle does. His lips reach her temple, planting a soft kiss. "What's wrong?" He asks, holding her whilst they look to their son. She shakes her head. "Nothing's wrong.. I.. just wish.." She feels her throat tighten up and more tears threaten to spill but she holds herself together. "I wish Prim were here." She whispers.

Peeta turns her around and takes her hands in his, intertwining their fingers, looking her in the eyes. "Katniss.." He whispers, his voice smooth and soft, a hand releasing hers to brush her hair behind her ear. "Prim would be so proud of you." He says quietly, his thumb tracing her jaw. "So, so proud. You're a great mother, brilliant, and if she's watching, she'll be smiling down." He smiles. "She'd want you to cherish the future and leave the past where it is." He smiles softly. "Your sister would want you to be brave again, as you have so many times before." He nods and moves forward, pressing his lips against hers. He wipes her tears with his thumb and pulls back.

Before he can fully pull back, she reaches out and grips his shirt, pulling him back to her, pressing her lips harder against his, deepening the kiss.

Sometimes Katniss didn't need to talk. Sometimes she didn't need words. Sometimes she just needed him to be there, she needed to be reminded that he was real. This was real.

His arms wrap back around her as they make their way to the bed their love slowly evolving into passion.

Eventually, when the night has filtered into the room, they lay entwined on the bed. Two bodies. Two minds. One heart.

Katniss leans her head against Peeta's chest and listens to his hearbeat as she falls into a blissful, nightmare free sleep.

Late into the night. Or early into the morning, a thin bit of wire is inserted into the lock on the Mellark household. Then it clicks.

The door swings open quietly and a figure enters. Dressed in all black, the figure clutches a piece of wood in their hand tapping it in time with their footsteps against their leg.

Fury is written in their eyes, their face a contorted mask of anger. Teeth gritted. Eyes narrowed. Breaths heavy.

WHACK.

The piece of wood collides with photoframes, once neatly aligned on the fireplace. Then the destruction begins.

A twisted, satisfied smile replaces the anger as the footsteps are heard coming down the stairs. And just like nothing happened, they are gone. The click of the door closing off the madness that is about to behold the Mellarks.

P.S- A little different than usual, but what do you all think? :)