A/N: Sexual content featured.

PEETA POV

Things were slowly shifting back to normal after the Games, for the most part. Katniss went back to work as a midwife when Lark was six months old, and I would occasionally head down to the bakery, where Lark was adored by my parents and my brothers. My mother was doing so much better now, and she looked so much happier. Granted, it was strange to not see that constant scowl on her face, but I loved to see the woman that my mother always wanted to be, rather than what her father turned her into.

Mine and Katniss's first wedding anniversary came and Prim and Agnessa offered to babysit Lark for the day so we could celebrate, which we did by going down to the lake. While I was setting up our picnic lunch, I heard a splash in the water, and when I looked up, I saw all of Katniss's clothes sitting in a pile on the rocks and then Katniss's head bobbing up and down in the water. "You asked for swimming lessons, so come on in and take them!" she said to me, teasing me.

"Not fair, I practically have a rock in my pants!" I shouted at her, and she laughed, hiding her body from me under the dark waves of the lake.

"Well, why don't you come on in so we can do something about that?" she asked, and of course, I obliged her. Once we were finished in the water - in more ways than one - we climbed out and sat on our picnic blanket, fully nude and drying off in the sun, enjoying the meal of cheese buns, sandwiches and strawberries that I had packed. Effie had also sent a bottle of wine for us to enjoy for our anniversary, so we had that in the basket, along with a couple of glasses, too.

"I don't want to go back home today," I told her. "I wish we could stay here all day, even stay the night... I'll bet the sky is beautiful."

"It really is, and lucky for you, that was my plan all along," she replied. When I appeared confused, she tossed my clothes at me, and we got dressed and I followed her to a small concrete structure that looked unstable from the outside, but she assured me that it was perfectly safe. When we went inside, I noticed how quaint and small it was, with only a fireplace and an old-looking straw mattress to fill the space. Sitting on the mantle of the fireplace was a small oil lamp that was full - recently filled, by the looks of it, and on the floor beside the fireplace was a box.

"Did you..."

"Plan this? Just a little bit," Katniss told me, and she took the basket from me and set it on the ground, then sat on the mattress. "How does staying here tonight sound? We can go back in the morning."

"It sounds... wonderful... Katniss, this... this is... incredible!"

"For once, the boy with the golden tongue is lost for words?" she said, and then she stood and approached me, running her hands up my chest until they rested on my shoulders. "Peeta Mellark, it is our anniversary... and you're a wee bit..." She leaned into me, her lips nipping at my ear. "...overdressed... for the occasion," she whispered breathlessly into my ear, and I let out a gasp as I held her in my arms and felt her hands ghost over my crotch.

"You're going to kill me, I swear," I told her through gritted teeth, and she only chuckled and stepped back from me, taking my hands and pulling me closer to the mattress.

"I love you so much, Peeta... You've done so much good for me in the last year. Although truthfully, you've done so much more than that. Peeta, you saved me, in more ways than one. If I didn't have you... I'd still be that cold, heartless bitch I turned into when my family died..."

"You weren't a heartless bitch. If you were heartless, you'd still be a heartless bitch, but you're not. You have a heart after all."

"Only because you have enough heart for us both." She stood on her toes to kiss me, and I accommodated her by bending down to meet her halfway. "I love you, Katniss... Katniss Mellark... My beautiful, wonderful, perfect Katniss Mellark..."

"Peeta, you know I'm not perfect..."

"You're perfect to me." I held her against my chest and raised a palm to her cheek, gently caressing her face, and she placed a hand over mine.

"Make love to me, Peeta Mellark," she whispered to me, and I happily obliged. We made love many times that night, thankfully with a rather large supply of condoms that Katniss made sure we had on hand. We tried all sorts of positions - me on top, her on top, her on her hands and knees, and of course, we went down on each other a couple of times. At two in the morning, we were very well satiated, and we simply held each other in our arms, both nude and covered in a light sheen of sweat as we tried to catch our breath. "Where would I be without you?" Katniss suddenly whispered to me in the dark.

"Still here, and raising our beautiful daughter," I told her, not wanting to think about any other possibility if I hadn't made it back from the Games. I raised a finger to her lips to silence her. "I can't think of it any other way... and I refuse to let you think that way, too." I replaced my finger on her lips with my own, giving her a sweet and tender kiss, and I pulled her close against my chest and held her tightly. "Don't ever leave me, baby... I can't live without you. I need you so much."

"You know I'd never," she replied quietly, placing a kiss on my collarbone. "It's me who can't live without you... You're handsome and charming, you could always find another woman, but I can't find someone else. There isn't anyone I would ever want to be with that isn't you."

"And you think there's anyone else out there for me? Katniss, no! You're it for me! If I don't have you then I might as well be dead because I'll spend the rest of my life in a similar state to Haymitch," I told her. "Stop talking like this... We're together, we're alive, no one is going to come between us ever and we're going to live the rest of our lives together... until I die before you because I can't spend a second without you."

"I don't think so!" she hissed. "Either I go before you or we go together! No ifs, ands or buts. If you get ill with some terminal illness, you have to wait until I'm ready to go, because you are not leaving me alone in this world without you, Peeta Mellark!"

"I'm perfectly content with waiting for you," I told her, and I pressed my lips to her forehead. "Get some sleep... We've got a long trek ahead of us tomorrow."

"I don't want to sleep," she told me, pulling herself from my arms and crawling on top of me, pinning my shoulders onto the mattress. "I want to... how does Haymitch say... 'fuck your brains out' until dawn." I couldn't help but laugh, knowing that a year ago, she would have never said anything like this.

"Can we do it under the stars? It's always been one of my, um... fantasies. Making love to Katniss Everdeen in her woods, under a clear night sky filled with glittering stars." She smiled down at me, taking a deep breath that caused her beautiful breasts to rise and fall, and she nodded. When we left our little hut and laid down on the lakeshore, I hovered over her and ran my fingers over her stomach, feeling my way up to her beautiful breasts and thumbing her nipple. She moaned in response, her dark hair fanned out on the ground beneath her and her leg shifting, hinting at me to aim lower, and I chuckled to myself. "You are... so beautiful..."

"It's also dark and you can't see a damn thing," she replied with amusement.

"Even when I see you in daylight, I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world. You're Katniss Everdeen - no, Katniss Fòlais - and you're a huntress, a victor of the Hunger Games, you're a fierce and loyal protector of those you love, you've sacrificed so much for so many people... and I'm the lucky guy who gets to call you my wife. I'm the lucky guy that gets to be the father to your beautiful children." I could see the moonlight reflect off of her teeth as she smiled.

"I think I'm the lucky one... Peeta, you're a baker, a painter, you like to sleep with the bloody windows open in the middle of winter... you never take sugar in your tea - which is a crime against humanity - and you always double knot your shoelaces... And in addition to all of those wonderful things, my Peeta, you're you ." She raised a hand to my cheek and caressed it softly, and I kissed the inside of her palm. "You have the kindest heart of anyone I've ever known... You're so unbiased. You love everyone equally, no matter who they are. You were able to do something that I'd never be able to do and that was to forgive your mother for the horrible way she treated you... Waking up to your smiling face and those sweet blue eyes of yours is one of my favourite things in the world and hearing your laughter is my favourite sound... along with you screaming my name when I make you come." At that, I chuckled. "But most importantly, I've come to love you more than anything in the world... I was so afraid of love because I didn't want to turn into Agnessa. I didn't get to see what my parents looked like when they died, especially since they likely died together... so Agnessa and Archie were all I had. She almost let us starve to death... I didn't want that to be me. I couldn't let that be me. But then you came along, and showed me that I could love after all, and not be afraid of it. Peeta, you are the one person in the world who has succeeded in melting my frozen heart. Thank you for showing me how to live again... I can survive, I always can... but I haven't lived in so long, not since I left Hebridia." She lifted her head so she could press her lips against mine, cradling my head in her hand.

"Look at you, the girl with the golden tongue... I thought you were bad with words," I teased her, and she smiled.

"You're rubbing off on me," she replied. "I love you so much, Peeta..."

"I love you, too, Katniss..." I whispered to her, and I covered her body with my own and lost both of our lips in a kiss we would never forget. My hands slid down her body to find her little bean for the umpteenth time that night and she let out a muffled cry, gripping my hair tightly. I moved my fingers a little lower and found her entrance, pushing in two fingers at once while my palm continued to rub her little bean.

"Peeta..." she moaned, creating one of my favourite sounds in the entire world. I loved to hear my name on her lips as I pleasured her and brought her through her climax, but she didn't let me do that yet. She stopped me when I knew she was close, and I gave her a rather confused look. "Inside me..." she muttered, catching my eye. "I want you... inside me... I want us... to come together..." I couldn't deny her that. I quickly slipped on another condom (one of very many that evening) and lined myself up with her entrance, then I slowly and gently pushed into her. She gripped my shoulders and moaned rather loudly, a volume that would normally humiliate her, but not tonight. Not when we were miles away from District Twelve and any listening ears. With one hand, I cradled her head, angling us so that our kisses could be deeper, and with my other hand, I reached down to where we were joined and began to rub circles on her little bean, occasionally dipping my finger into the wetness that she was leaving on my cock as I thrusted in and out of her only to bring it back to that bean. Her moans became frenzied, and soon, my own moans were matching hers as the two of us climbed our way to our climaxes. "Peeta... Peeta, I'm gonna..."

"I'm gonna come, Katniss!" I cried out, finishing her thought, and within seconds, we were both overwhelmed by a warming sensation as we reached our climaxes, and together, we climbed back down, locked in each other's arms and kissing away the last of it. "God, I love you... I love you so much, Katniss..."

"I love you, too," she whispered. I don't remember how, but we eventually got up and went back into the little stone structure and climbed into bed, clinging to each other tightly, not daring to let go.

About a month before the Victory Tour was to commence, with it starting out in District Twelve, Katniss and I were, once again, sitting outside on the bench with Lark between us. Lark was so big now, at ten months old and looking every bit like the beautiful little girl she was going to grow up to become. She had the same honey golden curls that I had and Katniss's beautiful stormy grey eyes, and even I couldn't deny that everyone was right when they said she looked more and more like me every day. Finnick was certainly right when he said there was no doubt that this little girl was mine, although I had no doubts anyway. She was seated on Katniss's lap holding a little stuffed bear when she looked up, pointed and made a noise, and Katniss and I both looked up to see Haymitch approaching us.

"Well, if it isn't Uncle Haymitch!" I said cheerfully to Lark, who was now bouncing with anticipation to be held by him.

"Hey, kiddo," said Haymitch to our little girl, taking her when Katniss handed her to him and holding her on his hip. It was strange to see him with a child, but truth to be told, he was excellent with children. Agnessa, Katniss and even my mother both had their doubts about him, but he proved everyone wrong by being Lark's favourite out of all of us. "Boy, I need your help with somethin'. Mind givin' me a hand?" he asked me.

"Uh... sure," I said, rather confused by his cryptic behaviour. Haymitch handed Lark back to Katniss and I bent down to kiss them both on the head. "I'll be back soon." Katniss nodded and lifted her head to give me a chaste kiss on the lips, and then I followed Haymitch over to his house. He led me inside, then up the stairs and then opened the hatch to the attic. Confused, I followed him, and once I was up there, he closed the door behind me. "Haymitch, what is this-"

"Hanna Briggs and Drill Tupper. They were my first tributes that I mentored back durin' the 51st Games," he said suddenly.

"Wh-"

"Digger Phillips and Care Slone, 52nd Games. Suisanna Pitts and Pàidraig McClure, 53rd Games. Ellie Runner and Bask Gifford, 54th Games."

"Haymitch, why are you giving me these names?"

"Because boy, the list goes on and the Games go on, addin' more and more every year, and that list ain't ever gonna end. Not if we do somethin' about it." I froze. What the hell was he implying? "I got fifty-two names on my list. Fifty-two kids that I failed to bring home, and every year, I add two more."

"What is this about?"

"The rebellion, boy. It's time to stop adding names to that list." The rebellion? There was a rebellion being planned? For a moment, I was thrilled because it meant that I could finally fight the way I wanted to keep Katniss and Lark safe, and any kids who could possibly be sent to the reaping. Prim, too, and my little niece or nephew that my brother's wife was carrying. But the fear struck me - if Snow caught any wind that I was even remotely interested in participating in a rebellion, he would take it out on my family. First, he'd probably take Katniss and Lark away from me, kill Katniss and kidnap Lark and who knows, probably even kill her, too. I became frozen in fear at the mere thought of my sweet, beautiful little girl in the hands of the horrid President Snow, and that fear turned to anger as I turned on Haymitch.

"Are you fucking insane? " I hissed at him. "There can't be a rebellion! Haymitch, I have a family to protect! Katniss wants no part of a rebellion!"

"You want your family to keep on livin' the way they're livin' then? In constant fear of Snow and the Capitol?"

"Shh! I won't have any part of this!"

"There ain't no microphones up here, boy, and even if there were, we wouldn't have to worry about 'em." Haymitch pulled a small little remote out of his pocket with a big button on the centre of it. "This is a blocker. It blocks any and all signals coming in or goin' out. We got no ears on us, boy."

"Haymitch, I can't..." I glanced around the room, then lowered my voice. "Do you think I want this for my family? For Katniss and for Lark? Do you think I want to live in fear every year wondering if Prim will get reaped or someone else that Katniss cares deeply about? Do you think I want to add more names to my list of failures? I just can't do it... Haymitch, are you aware that we have fourteen months to have another baby? Snow demanded that of us! Katniss and I have worked so hard to protect Lark and any future children we have. I can't risk that."

"I know you love your family, boy. No one's denyin' that. But if you agree to take part in the rebellion-"

"I won't do it, Haymitch. I have too much to lose." We stared at each other in silence for a moment, and Haymitch sighed. "I'm sorry... I want to help. Really, I do... but I can't risk anything happening to either of my girls."

"You're too damn good for this world, kid."

"That's what Katniss says too, and I don't believe her, either." With that said, I opened the hatch that led to the attic and descended down the step ladder, making my way back down to where my wife was still sitting with our daughter, her back to me. I smiled gently to myself, then began to wonder if, maybe, the rebellion could be successful this time. But Katniss was the one who sparked the fire, not me... She'd be an excellent leader of a rebellion, but she'd never agree to it in a thousand years. Not unless our children were safe. I let out a sigh, then pasted a smile onto my face and approached her, bending down behind her to capture her lips with a passionate kiss.

"What was that for?" she asked me with a smile, one of her hands brushing a piece of hair out of my eye.

"Just because," I told her, and I kissed her again. I couldn't risk her safety, or the safety of our daughter. I couldn't risk it for anything.

When the Victory Tour finally began, Cyrus Tyranny of District Two proudly bragged about his victory over all the other districts in the Quarter Quell, and he spoke surprisingly very highly about Sage, but not in the way we expected. "Sage was extremely clever, and I'll be damned if I deny that. If it weren't for his actions when he raided our stockpile, I might not have made it out, because I would have had more tributes to face at the very end. He was brave, I'll give him that," Cyrus had said. He'd personally been the one to kill Penelope, and I tried hard not to take it personally. It was the Hunger Games, and it was either kill or be killed. I knew that from my own Games. We toured the district with him, taking him down into the coal mines (of which neither Katniss nor I had gone down into since we were children) before giving him a tour of the town itself, and I pointed out my family's bakery. "This district is poor and dirty. How do you thrive in it?" he'd asked us. "Victors have the right to move to the Capitol, you know. That's what I'm going to do. I've never been happier to escape the districts than I am now." Katniss and I exchanged a glance, then pasted fake smiles on our face.

"We'd miss our families too much," I said in response, standing with both hands behind my back beside Katniss, who held Lark.

"My mother was my only family, and now she's gone, so I've got nothing to miss," said Cyrus proudly. It was hard to listen to him speak so lowly of his mother, whom he'd killed in the arena. Just listening to him speak gave me more reason to consider what Haymitch had said about the rebellion. What if there really was a rebellion? I couldn't afford to think like that, so I once again shoved the thought out of my mind.

We were summoned to the Capitol in early February, and when Effie came to claim us, she explained that it was a birthday celebration for Lark's first birthday, as well as a celebration for my eighteenth birthday. "You're becoming a man , Peeta! And sweet little Lark is turning a year old!" Effie exclaimed before rushing us to get ready for the train.

"Don't listen to her. You already are a man and you have been for quite a while. Think I'd know," Katniss told me, coming up behind me and hugging me around my midsection.

"I take everything Effie says with a grain of salt," I replied, smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Haymitch wouldn't be joining us this time, but to be honest, after our talk in his attic, I didn't mind him not joining us, as I had kind of been avoiding him. Instead of me bringing him his bread in the mornings, I sent Katniss over, who certainly didn't baby him the way I had before. As usual, the train ride took two days, and we were put up in the Victors' Suite again, which confused us both. "Effie, I thought we were supposed to be on a different floor this year?" I'd asked Effie.

"You will be, for the Games, but since this is a special celebration, you'll be staying here in the suite while you're here!" Effie told us. Great. I wanted more than anything to stay as far away from this damn room as I possibly could, thanks to the history this room and I had. It had been over a year now since my stay in the Capitol, when I had to please the ten buyers who didn't get the wedding night they paid for. Lark was walking now and she toddled across the floor when we finally set her and our things down, going straight for the giant play arena that had been put in our room. Katniss tensed up when she saw it, as it resembled a miniature version of the arena that we had both survived, and I took her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"It's okay," I whispered to her, although I really wasn't overly fond of it, either.

Because Lark was still only a year old, her birthday party was during the day and had a lot of prominent Capitol citizens' children present as guests. They were all spoiled rotten, wanting to play with all of Lark's toys that she got as gifts from these people, and a couple of them made her cry, so for most of the party, she was either with me or Katniss, clinging to us for dear life. "Shh, honeybun, it's okay. You can have all of them to yourself when we get back home," I told her, kissing her sweet honey golden curls. Katniss and I weren't going to keep all of those toys. What we could discreetly carry to the Children's Home, we would, and whatever couldn't be would be stored in the basement until we found something to do with them.

My birthday party would be later that night. The fourteenth of February, 2161, was a Saturday, so it was as extravagant as a party could get. Katniss and I were dressed in tight charcoal grey outfits, me in a suit and her in a dress, and the whole night, we clung together, dancing and eating and socialising. As the party drew closer to midnight, I heard a voice that I certainly didn't miss - two voices, actually. "Peeta Mellark! What a dashing young fellow indeed!" came the voice of Vesta Glass, a woman with bright orange skin and hair as red as the flames of anger that grew inside of me at the very sight of her. Also with her was the minty green and lavender fool, Serous Magnificent, from whom I tried hard to hide my scowl from. Katniss had never met these fools, and I quickly shifted us so that she was standing somewhat behind me as they approached.

"My, my, look at you , darling! You're a man now! What a shame you're married, isn't it?" Serous Magnificent said to me, and I nodded, closing my eyes to hide the anger behind them. Katniss's grip on my arm tightened.

"Mr. Magnificent, Ms. Vesta, I don't believe you've met my wife yet," I said, trying to change the subject. "Katniss, this... is Mr. Serous Magnificent and Ms. Vesta Glass."

"Pleasure," said Katniss, not even smiling.

"Oh, there's that famous scowl we all love so much!" Vesta exclaimed, and I had to hide my snort of laughter. "The girl on fire! What a pleasure to finally meet you!"

"It's a real shame about that tribute of yours, Mr. Sage Darcy. He was a handsome fellow. Now, where's that beautiful little girl of yours, Mr. Mellark?" Serous asked me. Safe and far away from you, I thought to myself.

"It's late so she's in bed asleep with our district escort," I said in response. Katniss and I wouldn't let anyone else stay with Lark alone, so Effie agreed to watch her for us.

"How responsible! Well, we must be off to try the desserts! Happy birthday, Mr. Mellark," said Serous, reaching out to run a finger down my face. I flinched just a little, and Katniss's iron grip on my arm tightened even more as she resisted the urge to tug me away from that purple idiot. We nodded our goodbyes and Katniss pulled me aside.

"What the hell was that about?" she hissed at me.

"How am I supposed to know?" I whispered back, but I did know. I knew exactly why those two sought me out and I knew exactly why Serous Magnificent sought me out whenever I was in the Capitol, but Katniss could never know. "Let's just... I don't know, go dance some more and maybe people will leave us alone..." As I took her hand and led her towards the dance floor, someone bumped into me, and I looked up into the smiling seafoam eyes of Finnick Odair.

"Peeta," he said with a smirk.

"Finnick," I said, not even smiling.

"Hope you're having a happy birthday." Finnick replied. "Eighteen, huh?"

"Yup. Eighteen," I said, not wanting to engage him. He then looked at Katniss.

"You turn eighteen this year, too, don't you, Katniss?" he asked her.

"Not until May," she replied in her Hebridean accent.

"I do hope the Capitol will celebrate your birthday, too. I certainly do enjoy seeing you both," said Finnick, his eyes mischievous.

"I don't mind if they don't. This celebration was meant mainly for Lark. Peeta's birthday just happens to be the same day," Katniss told him rather matter-of-factly, and Finnick nodded.

"Well, if they do, I very much look forward to my invitation. Enjoy yourselves," he said, and he walked off. Katniss and I left that party as early as we could, wanting to get back to Lark and back to our home in Twelve as quickly as possible. When we were finally alone, Katniss wrapped her arms around my neck and began to kiss me.

"I can finally give you that birthday sex I promised you last year..." she said to me rather seductively, but I removed her arms from around my neck.

"Tomorrow, maybe... I'm a bit tired tonight," I told her. Even though we'd had sex in this room before, I wasn't often up to sex in the Capitol. She understood, thankfully, and simply led me to the shower so we could wash all the makeup and glitter off of us and climb into bed dressed in loose silk pyjamas. On this night, it was her who held me against her chest, but I wasn't able to find sleep.

The next morning, we woke up to find an ornate bassinet sitting in our living area, and when I looked down into it, there was a white card inside of it - a note. It read:

Happiest of birthdays to Peeta Mellark. Remember, you have one year. - C. S.

When we were finally back in Twelve, Katniss and I lay in bed together staring at our ceiling, both of us nude and our arms wrapped tightly around each other. "We have to have another soon," she whispered to me, referring to children.

"I know," I said back quietly. "We can start trying next month."

"What if I can't get pregnant?" she asked me quietly, looking up at me.

"We'll figure it out," I told her, and I pressed my lips to her forehead. "Try to sleep, honey... We'll think about this another time." I hated the idea of creating a family to satisfy someone else. Katniss and I should have had the right to choose when we want to have our children, but then again, the children of Panem deserve the right to not die for the sins of their ancestors. We started trying in early March for our next baby, and in May, the first symptoms of pregnancy popped up in Katniss. She cried when the test came back positive, not because she wouldn't love this baby, same as she loves Lark or me, but because this wasn't how she wanted it. It wasn't how I wanted it, either. I wanted us both to be overjoyed when we received a positive pregnancy test, but it was hard when we knew we were going to be bringing yet another child into a world ruled by President Snow and the Capitol. True to her agreement with Snow, Katniss wiped her tears and called Effie with the news, who was overjoyed and said she would spread the word, and then the phone call was over, Katniss and I sat on our couch in each other's arms, until Lark demanded our attention.

"Mama!" Lark said as she toddled into the room and gripped onto my leg.

"Katniss," I said to my wife, who picked up her head. "She just said her first word!" I couldn't help but smile at this new milestone for my daughter, who was now fifteen months old, and I picked her up and kissed her sweet little cheek and set her down between Katniss and I.

"Mama! Mama!" Lark exclaimed, loving the attention and reaching out for my face.

"No, honeybun, I'm Dada! That's Mama!" I told her, pointing to Katniss, who smiled down at her daughter and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Mama!" said Lark, reaching out for her mother's hair, and Katniss captured her little hand and brought it to her lips.

"See? There's always a rainbow at the end of every storm," I told my wife, who smiled next at me. A couple of days later, we received a card of personal congratulations from President Snow, as well as a message that we couldn't possibly forget:

Katniss Everdeen Mellark will be examined upon arrival in the Capitol for the 76th Hunger Games, and when it is time, the child will be born in the Capitol.

Of course. With Lark, we got lucky that she came early, but Katniss would be more closely monitored this time. This baby was all of Snow's making, while Lark had been all of mine and Katniss's. I hated thinking that this new baby was created by Snow, but it wouldn't be here if it weren't for Snow demanding we have another child within two years of Lark's birth. We didn't get to choose anything about this baby - Katniss didn't want to know the gender, but the Capitol did, so it was out of the question to deny them that. Katniss wanted to have this baby at home, but Snow was denying her that right, too. There were high-paying Capitol citizens who would pay anything to witness the birth of the second child of the Star-Crossed Lovers of District Twelve. We didn't even get to choose the name of our baby. As soon as the gender of the baby was revealed, the Capitol would form a list of names voted on by the people that we would get to choose from, and there would be betting on which name we chose. I couldn't bear the thought of my child having a Capitol name, but what choice did I have?

Suddenly, the thought of a revolution sounded better and better with each passing day.

MESSAGE FROM THETA TO KAPPA

This message was sent using an archaic system called the telegraph and was designed and created by Iota and his partners and set up in secret by mentors of the last District Four tribute in 2155, aided by victors of the rebellion-positive districts.

KAPPA.

THE SEED HAS BEEN PLANTED.

TIME TO SOW.

A/N: Peeta insists that he does not want to be a part of the rebellion to save his family, but will the temptation of freedom be too much for him to resist?

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