Hey guys! Ive decided that this will be the last chapter. Thank you for reviewing and reading my story! I wanted to give a couple of shout outs to ladaane, Peetamellark'skstniss, and a whole bunch of others! You know who you are! I have written other stories though. Just search my name and find them In my profile, Now I wanted to now say that this chapter takes place in Mockingjay, after the epilogue. I hope that you enjoy it. And it is kind of sad so be prepared to cry some. Thank you! Love you all!
"You were right Prim. She does love me. You were right all along." I talk to the painting I am working on. It is of Primrose Everdeen, holding a primrose, getting ready to take flight off a steep green hill. "I just wish you could have been alive to see it."
The door opens, and entering comes Katniss and my children. I love being able to say that now. My children.
"Hi daddy!" squeals Adara, my almost 6 year old daughter. She comes and sits on my lap. I smile down at her, She looks exactly like Katniss, except for those eyes. Those are mine. "Hi sweetheart." I reply, and kiss her on the fore head.
I look up at Katniss. She is more beautiful than ever, carrying my sleeping son, Orion. She smiles at me. "He didn't want to let go." She explains. I nod understanding.
"Daddy, who's that?" Asks Adara. I hesitate. Katniss comes over and stares at the painting. Sadness upon her face. "That's your aunt honey. Her name was Primrose." She tells our daughter. I can tell she is hurt, but I had to do something to remember Prim. Today is her birthday, and I have to honor her somehow. Almost as if she understands she looks at me and nods her head.
"Where is she momma?" Adara speaks up again. I look at Katniss and she nods. "She died a long time ago baby. But we will still remember her and honor her. In fact today was her birthday." I inform Adara.
Her face falls as she turns to Katniss. "I'm sorry momma." Katniss smiles. "It's alright sweetie."
Adara turns to me now. "Can we sing happy Birthday to her daddy?" I look to Katniss and she nods so we sing.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy Birthday dear Primrose.
Happy Birthday to you.
By the time the song ends, adara is sleeping as well. So we put them to bed and come back to the painting room, with Katniss in my lap. Her head in my chest and our arms around eachother.
"I'm sorry for the painting and the song Katniss. I knew that it hurt you a lot." I say to her.
"No. Don't apologize you had to do it and it was sweet. Thank you." And her voice caught in her throat as she began to cry. I soothe her and tell her its all right and hold her tighter against me. "She didn't deserve to be killed." I tell her.
"N-no, she d-didn't." Katniss cries out. "I know she didn't. I loved her too Katniss." I soothe her. "Do you remember that day when you were watching television and we came through the door with cheese buns?" Katniss laughs softly. She sniffs. "Yes. I was surprised at how she had described a group pf girls and how shw had wanted me to shoot them with my bow and arrow."
"Yes Katniss, remember how when I was getting ready to leave, how she gave a hug and whispered something in my ear?" I ask my wife. She nods and then asks, "what did she tell you?"
I move Katniss head for her eyes to meet mine, and I stare into those intense grey eyes that have been through so much these past years. "Prim told me that you loved me and that you hadn't known yet. I was hoping it was true and here we are. She was right all along Katniss." She smiles sweetly. And our lips reach for a small and sweet kiss. Then we settle in the position that we were in.
"Peeta" Katniss tells me. I look down at her. "You know, you remind me a lot like her. Your personality, your kindness." I smile. "But one thing that just hit me is that you both have blonde hair and blue eyes."
THE END