Yay! We've reached 50! You guys are what motivate me to write so many chapters so thank you so much for all your support.

Katniss pov

Peeta takes my hand and asks,"are you ready for your surprise?"

I nod and he smiles saying,"okay!"

Alone, Peeta takes me down a familiar road. "What about everyone else?"I ask.

"Well see them later. I wanted it to just be you and I when I give you your present. No kids, no siblings, or family. Just us."

I lean forward to kiss his cheek.

"Where are we going anyways?"I ask.

"Do you recognize this road?"He asks.

"Yeah, I used to walk this way to get from school to the seam..."

"I used to watch you walk down this road from the bakery."

"Creep."He just laughs and says,"but you love me."

"I do. I do love you."

"Are we going to town?"I ask.

"Nope."

"But the only other place that this leads to is the seam."

"Exactly."

"But the seam was reduced to ashes. Some of the buildings were rebuilt but most people moved...including my old house."

"I know."

He continues to lead me all the way to the spot where my old house was. A familiar building stands in its place. I have to do a double take because my house burnt down. I gasp, because there stands an exact replica of my old house. The house my dad lived in and fixed as much as he could. The house where my childhood memories were formed, well what small childhood I had. I matured fast.

Peeta leads me inside and inside is a table with a box on it. When I look inside I gasp out of shock. Pictures fill the box. I've never seen these pictures. Ever. I remember having a camera, it broke a few days before my dad died. He was supposed to fix it but never got to it...

"H-how?"I ask confused.

"I was talking to your mom once. She told about pictures that she had. Most were so old you could barely see what was trying to be captured. Dust and dirt had made them fade and most weren't printed out because the camera broke and it wouldn't print out the pictures they took. She never had enough money to fix it and was to far gone to care. So I took them to be restored. You deserve to seem them."

I wrap him in a tight hug and kiss him passionately.

"I love you so much Peeta."

"I love you too, Katniss."

"Lets look at them!"I say excitedly.

He smiles at me and helps pull out pictures.

"They're in chronological order."

I look at the first to see a picture of my mom and dad. It's obviously when they first got married. Before wrinkles etched their way into my parents faces. Before the hard times. My mom was 17 when she got married to my dad. He was 18, it was when he first started to work in the mines. My mom's hair was pulled up into the same style she made for me on reaping day. They both looked so happy.

"I've never seen them so happy."I say.

"It's amazing how time how can change things."

I pick up the next to see a picture of just my dad. He's in his coal mining outfit. On the back in my mom's handwriting it says,'John's first day in the mines'. The next picture is of my mom healing my dad's arm. I remember the story to that. He had fell out of a tree because of a branch snapping.

The next picture is of my mom smiling at him as she mixes herbs. Another one is of grandparents I've never met. I pass through many pictures of my parents. Then I come upon one of my mom when she was pregnant with me. My mom has always been very thin because of lack of food, so it was different to see her while pregnant. I have brief memories of when she was pregnant with Prim, but I don't really remember it.

Then there are several pictures of my mom or dad holding me as a baby. Teaching me to walk, feeding me, me brushing my dad's hair, me on his shoulders, us in the woods, me shooting an arrow, us picnicking, and then I come to a picture that brings tears to my eyes.

This picture is of me when I was 11. It was the last week I had with my dad. Right before the camera broke and a few days before he died. The picture is of my dad hugging me, we were about to leave to go hunting. it was one of the best days of my life.

"Ready to go, Katniss?"

"Yeah, Dad. Let me get my boots!"

"It's a little chilly. Do you have a jacket?"

"It has holes in it."

"Here, take mine." My dad says shrugging off his jacket and putting it on my shoulders. I quickly slip it on and hug him. That's when my mom had snapped a picture of us.

My dad had smiled brightly at my mom before hugging and kissing her. Then he bent over to kiss Prim on the cheek. He takes my small hand, completely engulfing his around it. My boots were a little big and the rubber cluncked together as I walked. Hopefully I'd grow into them soon or else I'd scare away all our pray.

"Want to go to the lake? We might be able to get some Katniss tubes."

"Okay."

We had spent hours searching through the mud for them. He had told me,"as long as you can find yourself, you'll survive."

And we did.

Then after that, we had gone hunting. He shot every single one in the eye. A clean kill. I was still slightly off, but I was getting there. Nearly as good as my dad.

When we got home, my mom fried up the tubes and meat and it made for a very good dinner...

Peeta wipes my tears as they stream down my face. Then picks up the pictures and box. "Eveyone is waiting, so well bring these home, okay?"

"Okay."

"Happy birthday, Katniss."

A/N I thought this would make for a great 50th chapter. Honestly I cried a little writing this because I have a close relationship with my dad and so worrying this, I thought of my own dad. So I feel like this chapter has a great meaning to it. I hope you liked it, give me some of your thoughts and opinions!