This is a small outtake in Prim's POV.

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**P21

Hours later after the crowds went home, Prim was searching for her sister who had disappeared. "Ma-Hazelle have you seen my sister?"

Hazelle gave her a funny look. "Why don't you look for Vic, I'm sure he'll know."

Prim nodded. She began looking for Vic; she found Gale and Bristel down the road, near her house. They were kissing.

"Hey, you two. Have you seen Vic or Katniss?" Prim asked.

Gale groaned. "Dammit Prim, do you have to be so annoying?"

"Have to be, I'm your little sister," Prim said.

"Good grief, I think I liked her better when she was frigid." Gale got hit on the arm by Bristel for that comment.

"Vic is further down the road, by some of the tables near the barbecue pit, helping out Rory and Cal," Bristel said.

"Thank you." Prim walked down the road until she found the site. There were a half a dozen people, including Delly, cleaning up.

"Delly, have you seen my husband?" Prim asked.

"Sure, he's with Cal down that way. I'm sure going to miss all of this," Delly said.

"Delly, are you sure you and Cal want to leave?" Prim said.

"We're going to give it a try, and if it doesn't work out, we've decided to come back. Though living by the beach can never compare to the satisfaction of seeing Ivy getting walloped by Bristel." Delly laughed.

The image of Ivy falling on her butt in mud was permanently in Primrose's memory.

"Are you guys moving back?" Delly asked.

"Yes, Vic's right. I need to come back home." Prim looked around and took a deep breath. She loved the fresh air.

She caught sight of him. He was helping with the barbecue pits. She stopped and appreciated his tall, lean, muscular body. "Hey, sexy legs."

Vic stood up straighter and turned around. "You talkin to me?"

"You see anyone else with sexy legs?" Prim hugged him.

"Well, I guess not." Vic shrugged.

"Have you seen my sister?" Prim asked.

Vic looked to her. "She's was headed to the Meadow."

Prim looked down the road. She tried to get away, but Vic wouldn't let her go. "Vic, I wanted to tell Katniss we're moving here."

"Really," Vic let her go.

She took advantage and leaned up and kissed him on the face before darting down the road. She was a fast sprinter like her sister. She made it to the Meadow and stopped to take in the beauty of the tall grass and the lush green trees and setting sun. She missed her home so much.

"Katniss," she called out but was received by silence.

Prim knew her sister was out here. She walked forward through the tall grass; that's when she heard the fleeting husky laugh. Prim walked toward the direction of the sound. It was when she reached the crest of the small hill she caught first the sight of her sister's hand. It lifted in the air before gently sinking into the tall grass. Frowning, Prim walked a little forward. The wind shifted the tall grass, and her eyes widened.

Katniss' locks were spread out on the ground, her dress hiked up to her waist. Her knees were spread wide apart to accommodate Peeta Mellark's head. Small gasps came out of her sister. Then Peeta surged forward and she noted his pants were not where they were supposed to be.

Prim covered her mouth with her hand, and she was suddenly yanked back. She looked behind her as Vic was dragging her away. "Vic, Vic…"

Vic didn't listen to her until they were on the side of the road.

"Vic, Peeta was…he was… with …my sister…they were…"

Vic laughed at her.

"Wait, you knew?"

"Prim, whose pickle do you think your mom was talking about?" Vic raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh," Prim then understood. "OHHHH…" she grinned then giggled.

"Now leave those two alone. If you ask me, they are just completing Evelyn's last wishes. Who knows there might be a little Mellark already inside of her," Vic said.

In the field, Katniss smiled as she fell on top of Peeta. His hand gently stroked her back. "Katniss?"

"Hmm," she lazily answered.

"Do you think you can make an honest man out of me?"

His question made her laugh, "Hmmm, well you have proven to be very creative with your hands and other appendages."

"That is true." Peeta carefully slipped his hand over her bunched up dress to her exposed bottom.

"I do suppose I should lock you up now that Mr. Brown is out of circulation. Who knows what those desperate widows can come up with to try to trap you? Your pickle is a hot commodity."

"Yes, it is a very hot commodity, but it only services one woman."

Katniss raised herself up to look down into his blue eyes. "Well, would that woman be your toasted wife?"

"I would say that." Peeta smacked her bottom.

"Well, then we should do it now since all of our family is in town." Katniss hoped he would say yes. She had nothing to worry about because Peeta was committed to her. He would never stray, and even months later when she was heavily pregnant and big as a house, he chased her around the bakery. His excuse was he had a lot of time to catch up on because he loved Katniss just the way she was.

The End.