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Rated T for some language and mentions of sexual situations but NOTHING explicit.
Authors Note- This is the end of For Love or Security the final chapter my lovelies I hope you enjoy!
Peeta pov-
When I was 16 years old I could only scarcely imagine being happily married to my elusive love Katniss Everdeen. Back then it was merely a strong crush and fascination, I admired her deeply. At 12 I wasn't sure I would live and fearing to get picked to compete in The Hunger Games. I feared for the songbird of a girl too. Now at 36 I am married to her and deeply in love with two wonderful children to show for it who mean more to me than anything.
Marrying Katniss I also gained a sister of Prim, who is one of the most wonderful people I know and a great friend in her husband Rory. I gained a loving Mother figure in Mrs. Everdeen that I didn't find on my own. Gale and I grew a respect for each other not a friendship but mutual respect and we can stand each other.
Katniss makes me the happiest man I could be, some days I can barely believe our love is real. She might have married me for security reasons, for a warm house and food for her family but it quickly grew to love.
Katniss-
I look at our children now growing so fast at 12 and 15 years. Rye our 12-year-old son who sits on the other side of me sleeping and soaking in some sun looks just like his father but with my eyes and few other features and my olive-toned skin. He's much more serious like I am and quiet but he's less compulsive and much more contemplative like his father and can move someone to tears with words when he wants to like Peeta can.
He can rival me with his shot with a bow and arrow with great hunting and scavenging skills as well as an amazing baker and good with numbers. He dreams to make Mellark Bakery's in almost every district and to spread the love and warmth of our bakery. He may not seem to be the warmest and most loving person when you first meet him but when you get to know him he has the biggest heart ever. He's a good person.
Our daughter Willow is clever, talkative, and quite oblivious at times like I know I can be. She looks just like me and just a little of her father that makes her even more beautiful. She's a great painter and overall artist but she can't bake at all. Hunting is out of the question because she doesn't want to hurt a fly.
She dreams to go to district 1 or the Capital where there is a booming art industry someday to pursue her art career unlike her father it's more than just a hobby to her and I'm proud of her passion for it.
I smile at her while I eat my turkey sandwich as we have a picnic under the willow tree Peeta named her after which he rightly chose because it's her favorite place on earth. Peeta compliments an element of her drawing and she beams and looks over at me and smiles big. Peeta looks over at me with a smile identical to our daughters. I squeeze the hand that I'm the hand of his Peeta's hand and grin back at him happily. Our love is real, not just for security.
Love.
Authors Note
I enjoyed writing this story I hold it close to my heart and I want to thank everyone who followed, favorited, left positive reviews and supported this story and my wonderful editor/beta Chelhb. I'll say this one last time for this story please, fav, follow, and review if you want. Thank you!