So I had planned on updating Tuesday- Wednesdayish but since I'm on spring break I've had a lot of time to write lately, so I'm able to update a lot sooner. Here's the next chapter! Make sure to tell me what you think!

Cassia loosened her soft grip on my hand the moment she saw the bakery. It was large and white, and in orange big letters at the top of the building it read Mellark Bakery.

Inside the building, the front room had a large counter and glass case holding pastries and cakes. After Cassia had begged for a treat and eaten her fill of a blueberry doughnut, she once again led the way to the kitchen.

"What are we going to do today Daddy?" asked Cassia happily. She was like me more than Katniss in this way; she loved baking, and though she was more skilled at hunting than me, hunting wasn't one of her fortes.

"Are you sure you want to work today?" I asked her. "It'll be hard work, and it is your birthday after all."

"Bake, bake!" she clapped her hands.

I looked at the order sheet hanging on the wall. "So the first thing we're going to bake today is a wedding cake, so we need 8 cups of flour." I walked over to one of the cupboards and pulled out a bucket of flour, a large mixing bowl and a few measuring cups. "Do you think you can handle some of the flour?"

Cassia took the measuring cup solemnly, as if this was a job she had to be completely serious with. She stuck it deep into the flour bucket; it went all the way up to her shoulder. When she finally pulled out the measuring cup, a near little mountain that nearly doubled the amount of flour in the cup decorated the top. She handed it to me, in the process sweeping a cloud of flour into the air. "Here you go, Daddy."

Of course, things only went downhill from there. With sugar, Cassia knocked over the bucket. With vanilla she dropped the teaspoon, spraying vanilla everywhere. When we added cinnamon, I started laughing. She looked at me, confused. "Cassie, do you know you were named after cinnamon?"

"What? I was named after cinnamon? Why?"

"You'll have to ask Mommy about that." Katniss always commented on how I was amazing at speaking and storytelling and I had an amazing gift over words, but the story of how Cassia was named was one story Katniss told better. The name was her idea, after all.

Cassia shrugged and went back to adding ingredients. When we finally got to eggs, Cassia dropped one of the eggs and buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry Daddy, I just keep messing up."

I pulled her towards me into a hug and kissed her forehead. "Hey, it's okay. You know, I didn't back perfectly when I was your age. I didn't perfectly when I was older than you are either. Once, when I was 11, I burnt some bread then threw it to Mommy."

She pulled out of the hug and looked at me, scrunching her nose in a silly way. "Why would you throw bread at Mommy?"

"Well…" Why did I throw the bread at her? She… she… burnt down… District 12… She was a mutt…Fire…. Danger….

"Daddy?" I didn't realize I was having a flashback until Cassia's sweet voice was able to bring me back to reality. My fists were clenching the edge of the counter hard. Cassia was staring at me, frightened. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I'm fine sweetheart, just maybe it's time for us to take a break. We can go home and work on your birthday cake instead, how does that sound?" The truth was, the few things that helped me after a flashback was painting, baking, and Katniss. It didn't make any sense to me how a woman like Katniss could ever like a guy like me, who's memories were damaged for life. I wanted to keep baking, but I needed to be back by her. I needed to make sure that… that she still loved me. That was always a common worry I had after flashbacks. I knew by now that none of the flashbacks were real, of Katniss being a mutt and such, but when it came to flashbacks where she told me she was faking, and she didn't love me… those ones really got to me.

"Yay!" Cassia cried. I smiled, took her hand and walked her out of the bakery again, back home towards our house. But we were intercepted. A teenage boy, Chane, who had just moved to 12 came running up to me. He gripped his side, breathing heavily.

"What is it, Chane?" I asked.

"Its… Katniss… Mr. Mellark," he gasped. "She's gone into labor."

Suprise ending! What do you think's gonna happen? Any thoughts on the chapter? So right now not only am I writing this story, but I'm also writing an SYOT called Time is of the Essence. Its about the Hunger Games with the Capitol right after Mockingjay. If your interested, check it out and submit a tribute! (I need a lot of tributes so please do that, haha) Can't wait to see what you guys think! Love you! - Maddie