Here's Chapter Three! I just wanted to thank you for the three lovely reviews; they were really encouraging! I also wanted to thank you for the Enobaria idea, and I think it's fantastic! I'll be sure to add her in!
Chapter 3
•Katniss•
I'm back in the Capitol, right infront of Snow's Mansion. I see the flash of blonde braids through the swarm of medics. I call out for her, and she turns. There's fear in her eyes. "Prim!" I scream. "Prim!" I'm too late. Flames engulf her body and she's gone. My little sister is gone.
I wake with tears staining my cheeks. Turning, I realize Peeta's not here. Peeta. I scream for him. Why isn't he here? Where is he? Instantly, his figure appears in the doorway, rushing to my side, taking me into his arms. "Shh. It's okay. It's okay, Katniss. You're safe now. I'm here." His words calm me, but I'm still shaking. "It was Prim," I say. He immediately understands and says nothing. "Why weren't you here? Why didn't you come to bed?" I feel angry now. He knows I can't sleep without him by my side. "I was packing. For our trip tomorrow," he says calmly. Right. I completely forgot. "It took a bit longer than expected, but I'm done now. We can worry about it tomorrow," he elaborates. I make a mental note to thank him tomorrow. I feel bad for being so rude, but I'm too tired to worry about it. Falling into a deep sleep, I feel safe, knowing he is right there by my side.
•Peeta•
I wake up early to make some breakfast. I begin making some cheese buns, Katniss's favorite, and I'm focusing so hard on kneading the dough that I don't even notice when Rose enters the room. "Is mommy okay?" she asks, and I'm not sure what she's talking about until I remember last night. Rose, even though she's only five, understands what Katniss and I had gone through when we were younger, as well as our infrequent but intense nightmares. "Yes, Rosie, she's okay," I answer in a soft voice. I find it very sweet how she's so protective of us, even at such a young age.
Yesterday at the bakery, she was a big help. I taught her how to knead dough, just like my father did when I was her age. A tear had rolled down my cheek as I watched her make a mess with the flour, managing to get herself a white face and even getting some on me. I had smiled, remembering that I used to do the same thing. Later that day, I had showed her how to frost cupcakes, which I think was her favorite part. I saved the lesson on how to put things in the oven for another day.
Primrose tugs at my pant leg, and I pull up a stool for her to sit on. Helping her to the top, I cannot help but let a smile spread across my lips. I have a daughter. She's here, right now. She's helping me to do one of my most favorite things, baking. And I have a son, who, when he's older, will help me with this as well. I could not be happier, knowing that this was possible because of the one person who lights up my life. Mrs. Katniss Everdeen Mellark.