Epilogue
The day I first saw Katniss, I knew I was a goner. I knew I wanted to marry her. And that's what I did. On Katniss's twentieth birthday, she became my wife. And I love her more than anything.
I always wanted children, Katniss didn't want them. But fifteen years after the war, look where we are. In District Twelve's hospital waiting for our child to come into the world.
Because Katniss is stubborn, she decided she wasn't going to have this baby easy. That's my wife for you. We've been waiting here for hours, because our baby is also stubborn.
When Katniss first found out she was carrying our child, she was scared. I had been thrilled. And I know she's still very scared, but every now and then, I can sense that she's getting excited to meet our baby.
After several more hours, my daughter is born. And for the second time in my life, I know I'm a goner. She looks so much like Katniss, but she also looks a lot like me. She has Katniss's dark hair, and my blue eyes, and she's beautiful.
Katniss seems at peace holding our daughter in her arms. I lean down and give my wife a quick kiss. She's the love of my life. It's crazy to think that I may not have ever worked up the nerve to talk to my wife if I hadn't been chosen for The Hunger Games.