Fair Warning: The second-to-last scene of this Chapter is a graphic sex scene. You've been notified.

"In one week, the Rebellion is starting. And Peeta and I are going to be helping to lead it."

Silence. Confusion. Everyone is staring at me with wide eyes and surprise on their faces.

After a few moments, all of them start talking at the same time.

I hold my free hand up, palm towards them, asking them to stop. They get the clue after a few seconds and quiet down.

"We'll answer all your questions, but we need you to go one at a time," I explain. They nod. "Okay, good. Prim?"

"How'd you get involved in this?" Prim asks. The others look like they were wondering the same thing.

I sigh and look to Peeta.

"You can answer it if you want," he whispers. I nod.

"We've known since the beginning of our Victory Tour," I begin. I hear gasps, but continue. "After our interview with Caesar, we were back in our room. A man knocked and came in, and introduced himself as Plutarch Heavensbee, the Head Gamemaker. Needless to say, Peeta and I were wary. He told us that he has actually been working against the Capitol for years, and he needed and wanted our help. We didn't really believe him until Haymitch came in. Haymitch had told them about our feelings towards the Capitol, and since we are so famous, it would be a huge blow to Snow. That's why we have been doing everything the Capitol has asked of us – to throw off suspicion."

It takes a few moments for them to digest what I've just told them. My mom raises her hand.

"Mom?"

"Why didn't you tell us?" There is an angry tint to her tone. I knew this was going to be an issue of contention.

"We had to protect you," I explain. "Please, just listen. This is bigger than any of us. Peeta and I have had this burden on our shoulder for seven months, and it has been weighing on our minds. We knew how hard the times ahead are going to be, so we wanted all of you to be as happy as you could. But it was mostly for your protection, and the protection of the secret. If you knew, and someone overheard you or you slipped up, it could affect the entire Rebellion. Don't get us wrong – we trust each and every one of you, that's why we're telling you this. But people make mistakes. The less people who knew the better. We're sorry we had to keep secrets from you, but it was our decision, and we made it together."

"I don't like you lying to us," my mom says in the same tone.

"Mrs. Everdeen," Peeta says gently. "I hate lying to people I love. I hate it more than anything. But Katniss is right. We had to protect you. You are our family. We need you to be safe, to be alive. The Capitol is vicious. They have no respect for human life. That's why we kept our babies a secret for as long as we did – we had no idea how the Capitol would react. Please, understand that what we did we did with your best interests at heart. It was not because we wanted to lie, we had to."

My mom seems to understand a little better, and nods slightly. Peeta's dad is next.

"Can you explain this Rebellion?" He asks quietly.

Peeta and I both let out huge sighs.

"You can take this one, Peeta," I tell him. He squeezes my hand.

"Plutarch has been working with a number of people, both inside the Capitol and out. This Quarter Quell, hopefully, will be the last Hunger Games Panem will ever see. On the morning of the second day, rebel hovercrafts and ground troops will attack the arena, and save as many Tributes as possible. Then all of the Rebels and their families will be escorted to our base of operations," Peeta slowly explains.

"What ground troops?" Nan asks. "Where's this base?" It makes me smile a little, because that's almost the same question Peeta asked when Plutarch explained it.

I look at Peeta and we both smile softly. They're never going to believe what comes out of our mouths next. Peeta nods to me, and I nod back.

"District 13," I say barely above a whisper.

Suddenly they're all yelling and speaking again, and I stick my hand up like before.

"It's true," I start. "Apparently a good number of them survived the bombings and have been living underground, rearming and waiting for a chance. Plutarch and his colleagues have been in contact with them for over a decade. They want to overthrow the Capitol and ban the Games, so we are all working together towards that common goal."

Prim asks the next question.

"Why are you two doing this? I mean, I get that you hate the Capitol, but why be so involved?"

Our answer is simple.

"Josh and Eve," Peeta says quietly.

"We're doing it for our children," I expand. "For Peeta and me, it's more about securing a peaceful, Hunger Games-free country to raise our children in. We don't want them to go through anything like what we did, before and after our Games."

"You two are so damn brave," Rye says barely above a whisper. Peeta and I hear it, but don't respond.

"How are you two involved, exactly?" Peeta's dad asks.

"We've been in contact with Plutarch and other Rebels for months," Peeta tells them. "You know Finnick, Annie, Johanna, and all the other Victors that have been over at one time or another? They're all Rebels. We met them in the Capitol after Gale's trial at a secret meeting with Plutarch. All of us are in this together. When we attack the arena, the Victors will be on the ground fighting, saving Tributes. Plutarch plans to film it and use it as a Propo, showing that the people given the most by the Capitol for winning the Games, want to stop them more than anyone."

"You two are going to be in battle!" My mom yells, horrified.

"No," Peeta and I say in unison. I continue. "We are not going into the Arena. We haven't figured out how we're going to get out of it yet, but we'll find a way. There's not a chance in hell that either of us are leaving our children, even for a single second."

Everyone looks relieved at this.

"So you two are in the Rebel army?" Nan asks, and I can tell he and Rye are excited by this thought.

"Yes," I nod. "Actually….Peeta, why don't you run up and grab our vests?" Peeta nods and darts out of the room and up the stairs. "We have tactical vests that Beetee made. It'll explain what we are in the Rebel army."

Peeta's back in a minute with our vests, and he has turned them so the back is showing.

"Whoa!" Rye exclaims, seeing the huge 'MELLARK' on the back.

Peeta gives me mine, and we turn away from them as we slip them on and help each other tighten them. We turn back and walk towards them so they can read our information.

"You guys are Colonels?!" Nan yells disbelievingly.

"Yeah. All the Victors have been commissioned as Colonels," Peeta explains.

"This is so cool," Prim mutters.

"No it's not," I snap. She looks hurt. "Sorry, Prim. But it's not. This is terrible. We're going to war. Thousands and thousands will die. I hate death, but I hate the Hunger Games. I can't risk my children getting Reaped, so this is the only way. But it is going to be tough, dark, depressing, and filled with horrors we can't imagine. So please, don't fantasize what Peeta and I are doing."

"Sorry, Katniss," she apologizes. I lean down and give her a kiss on her forehead.

After they have inspected our vests, and commented on how funny it is we have the same blood type, we take them off and sit back down, holding hands.

"We need to speak with you now about the night before the Rebellion begins," Peeta says. "All of the Rebels' families are going to be evacuated to District 13. Dad, Rye, Nan, the three of you and mom will be picked up by a silent hovercraft at one in the morning the night after the Games start. It will take you to 13, where you will meet the rest of us."

"Mom, Prim," I look to them. "You are coming with us to the Capitol, so you will evacuated that night along with the rest of the Rebel Victor's immediate families that are with them in the Capitol. Hopefully, if Peeta and I are able to get out of going into the Arena, we'll be on that flight with you."

"This is crazy," my mom grumbles.

"I know," I nod. "This is a lot to put on you guys four days before the Reaping. But not only do we trust all of you, we love you and have faith in every single one of you. Peeta and I know you're strong and brave enough to get through this, as long as we stick together as a family."

My mom nods, a look of pride on her face.

"A family," Peeta's dad repeats. "Peeta, Katniss, Rye is right. You are the two most courageous people I've ever met. You are willing to sacrifice everything, even your lives, for the chance to make a better world for your children. I wish I had that kind of bravery. It's truly awe inspiring."

"Thank you," Peeta whispers. I repeat his sentiment.

"There's another thing we need to discuss," I tell them. "When you leave for 13, bring only essential items. We can't waste time packing everything or worrying about trivial things like clothes. We can replace clothes, we can't replace you. Peeta and I are bringing a ton of stuff for the twins, but that's different. We'd appreciate it if you could help us out with this."

"Of course," my mom says. Everyone else voices their agreement.

"Thanks," I say.

"For now, that's pretty much all we have," Peeta states. "Are there any more questions?"

It's silent for a couple minutes while they run through everything we've thrown at them. I feel bad. I know how hard this must be for them, but I'm certain Peeta and I did the right thing in letting them obliviously live their lives for these last few months. We needed them to be happy so that we could feel happy, even if we were thinking about this most of the time.

"You two are absolutely sure this is what you want?" Prim asks quietly.

Peeta and I look at each other, taking our free hands and locking them together so all our of hands are linked. Without breaking our eye contact, we answer together.

"Yes."

"Then we're with you," Prim says confidently. "Until the end."

We talk for a few more minutes, about some trivial details. Prim and my mom have a few questions about the Quell and what they'll be doing in the Capitol with us. They were ecstatic when we told them they will be staying in the same rooms as last time. Prim and my mom head home, then the Mellark men get up to leave. We walk them to the door.

"Dad, how do you think mom's going to deal with this?" Peeta asks.

His dad sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

"I don't really know," he says honestly. "She's still – well – shaken up after you guys talked to her this morning."

"Sorry," I mutter, looking at my shoes. Peeta wraps his arm around me and brings me close, kissing my temple.

"Don't be," he continues. "I was there when she threw the glass at him. I knew it was a matter of time before you showed up, and I was happy when you did. You did the right thing. I think you started to get through to her. She hasn't apologized per se, but she's been calmer and hasn't yelled."

"Yeah, thanks sis," Rye adds. Nan nods.

"I was just protecting my family," I tell them sincerely.

"You are a wonderful wife and mother, Katniss, and I am more than honored, proud really, to call you my daughter-in-law."

I take a couple steps and hug him tight. I whisper my thanks in his ear, and he gives me a kiss on the cheek. Then I do the same with Rye and Nan, and Peeta says his goodbyes. Soon it's just us by the door.

"Let's talk to Haymitch and Effie," Peeta suggest. "Maybe they have an idea about how to deal with our dilemma."

"Good idea, honey."

We walk upstairs and head down the hall towards the nursery. When we're close, I can hear Effie talking quietly. I stop Peeta and we listen.

"So that's why you have the best mommy and daddy in the world," she says. "They not only love each other more than anyone I've ever seen, but they love you both just as much. They would do anything for you. They would go the ends of the earth for you. When you get older, you will understand why they had to what they did, and when you do, you will realize they did it all for you. So that you could grow up in a country that was at peace. So you didn't have to have a childhood filled with horror and fear. They really are the best people I know. When you're a kid, you assume your parents are soul mates. Well, the two of you are going to be right about that."

I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes, and Peeta wraps his arms around me from the back. I rest my arms on top of his.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear.

I turn my head and kiss him on the lips gently.

"I love you too."

We wait a couple seconds then enter the room.

Effie is on Josh's rocking chair holding him, and Haymitch is asleep in Eve's with her also sleeping. We chuckle at the sight of Haymitch sleeping with a baby.

"Hey Effie," I whisper. "Thanks again."

"Of course," she says without taking her eyes off Josh. "I love your children. They're beautiful."

"Thank you," Peeta says proudly.

"Listen, Effie, Peeta and I need to talk to both of you. Would you mind meeting us in the living room? We need to change and feed the twins, then we'll meet you down there."

"We changed their diapers a little while ago," she informs me. "So they just need to be fed."

"Thanks," I say gratefully. "We really do appreciate it."

Effie gets up and hands me Josh. Peeta takes Eve gently out of Haymitch's arms and shakes him awake.

"Wha – what?" Haymitch mutters. He rubs his eyes until he can make out what's going on. "What's up kid?"

"Everyone's gone. We need to talk to you and Effie. Please wait for us in the living room while we feed the twins. Thanks for your help, Haymitch," Peeta explains.

"Of course kid," Haymitch says as he gets up. He leaves the room and I hear him walk downstairs.

Peeta closes the door quietly. I settle with Josh on his rocking chair and begin feeding him.

"How do you think that went?" I ask.

"As well as it could, I think," he answers.

"Yeah, me too. I honestly thought they'd be angrier, but I guess we did a good job explaining ourselves."

Peeta chuckles.

"You know, Mrs. Mellark, you're getting pretty good at this whole talking-about-your-feelings deal," he says.

"Really?" I ask shyly.

He nods enthusiastically.

"You should hear yourself. It's – well – it makes me so proud to be your husband."

"Oh, Peeta," I whisper. "I'm proud to be your wife, every single day."

He leans over and kisses me sweetly.

I finish feeding the twins and we put them down for a nap. We kiss them and quietly exit the nursery, bringing the baby monitor downstairs with us.

Haymitch and Effie are waiting in the living room, talking quietly. Peeta and I sit in the same spots on the couch, hands intertwined.

"So what's up?" Haymitch asks when we're settled.

"Well, first, the families took it well. They're with us," Peeta reports.

"That's good," Haymitch nods.

"Yeah. They were mad we lied and kept secrets, but we explained ourselves," I add.

"You were doing the right thing," Effie tells us.

"Thanks. Anyways, Katniss and I have a dilemma we need to discuss with you," Peeta says.

"Shoot," Haymitch prods.

Peeta squeezes my hand, as I was the one who wanted to explain it. It was my idea in the first place, after all.

"Well, you know that we're expected to go into the Arena with all the other Victors when we attack on the second day."

"Yup," Haymitch says.

"Well, we can't go."

"Why not?" Effie asks.

"Josh and Eve," I say simply. They look like they don't understand, so I continue. "Peeta and I refuse to leave them, even for a second. And since there's no way we're taking them in the Arena, then that means we're not going in. We need you to help us figure out a way to present it to Plutarch so it's more valuable to him having us out rather than in."

They both nod in understanding, and think. We stay silent, letting them ponder the situation.

After a couple minutes, Haymitch speaks up.

"You need to become figureheads."

"What does that mean?" Peeta asks.

"You two need to be the public face of the Rebellion. You need to be on posters, in Propos, on TV, the radio, everything. You are the most famous couple in Panem, and you're new parents to boot. Your defection is a huge blow to Snow. Capitalize on that. If we present it to Plutarch like this, he can't refuse."

We both sigh and think.

"Haymitch is right," Effie points out. "This would work."

We nod.

"Peeta and I also decided if we can, we want to avoid going into combat at all costs."

"Well, sweetheart, then this plan works perfectly. When we talk to Plutarch, tell him that. Tell him you refuse to leave the twins. You'll do all the publicity he wants, as long as you both stay in District 13 at all times, no matter what. We need to demand it in writing, with other witnesses."

"Haymitch, you're a genius!" Peeta exclaims.

"Shhh!" I scold. "The babies are asleep, honey."

"Sorry," he says remorsefully. I take pity and give him a kiss on the cheek to let him know I'm not really mad.

"So, we're all agreed then?" Effie asks.

I look to Peeta and we have a silent conversation. We've been racking our brains, and this is by far the best plan we have. We're doing it.

"We're in," I tell them.

Haymitch and Effie leave to go back to Haymitch's shortly thereafter. They'll be back in the morning to keep help us packing. Peeta and I lie down on the couch and just relax, talking. We purposefully avoid the Rebellion and the Quell, talking mostly about the twins.

We get up a few hours later to change and feed the babies, and bring them downstairs with us. We head into the kitchen to start dinner. The babies are in their carriers, and I'm slowly rocking Eve.

Suddenly there's a loud knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Peeta says, as he's already standing. He leaves the kitchen and heads down the hall. I look down and Eve is calm and almost asleep. Josh is asleep.

"PEETA!" I hear a woman's voice screech. I stand up and start making my way to the door.

"Honey, who's at the doo-" I stop as soon as I turn the corner.

Standing in the doorway, with her hands around my husband's neck, is Sarah Johnston. The bitch. The bitch who tried to convince the court that I was cheating on my husband.

Peeta violently removes her hands and shoves her away from him. He looks angry.

"What do you want?" He asks, agitated. Neither of them have seen me yet.

"Oh, Peeta! It's so good to see you!" She says. "I just got back today, and I just had to see you!"

"What are you talking about? You just got released from prison?" He asks.

"Yes," she nods with a smile. "I still can't believe I went. How unfair was that?"

I walk up to Peeta and put my arm around his waist. He is a bit surprised to see me, but puts his arm around me tightly and pulls me towards him.

"Unfair?" I say. "You lied, on the stand, and tried to convince the judge that I was cheating on Peeta. Not only did you try to help Gale, you tried to break up our marriage. If I were you, I'd turn around right now and never show your face around here again."

"Shut up," she snaps at me. "Nobody asked you, bitch."

"What did you just call my wife?" Peeta asks angrily.

"A bitch," she shrugs. "Look, Peeta, I thought a lot in prison. I figured some things out."

"Like what?" I ask sarcastically.

She glares at me then turns back to Peeta, plastering a smile on her face. Peeta still has a look of rage on his face.

"Peeta, can't you see we're perfect for each other? I had to go to prison to see it, but now I'm here. Leave her, she's just using you anyways. She doesn't really love you."

Without hesitation, I slap her across the face hard. She reels back and raises her hand to slap me.

Peeta catches her wrist in midair.

"Don't even try," he snarls. "Now, once again, you are trespassing. I'm sure you're on some kind of probation, and I'm also sure trespassing would be a violation of probation. So, unless you'd like to be back in your cell by sundown, I'd suggest being on your merry way."

"Don't be like that sweetie," she says sweetly. "I'll make all your dreams come true."

Peeta and I can't help it. We burst out laughing. We're laughing so hard I'm afraid I'm going to shed tears. She stands there with a puzzled look on her face as we break down in hysterics.

"What's so funny?" She asks, angry.

"You really are out of your mind, you crazy bitch," I tell her, still giggling slightly. "I actually feel bad for you. There's something fundamentally wrong in that head of yours. I suggest you go find a good shrink and get it checked out. Either that, or just check yourself into the looney bin."

Just then, Eve lets out a loud noise from the kitchen.

"What's that?" She snaps.

"Our daughter," Peeta says evenly.

"Your daughter!?" She says angrily.

"How dumb are you?" I ask her. "Did you forget that I was pregnant? I was pregnant at the trial, you idiot. Peeta and I have twins, a boy and a girl."

"You actually had kids with this whore?" She points to me.

I feel Peeta tense, and I tighten my grip on him. He closes his eyes, and I know he's reigning in his anger so when he does speak, he does so rationally.

"Look, Sarah," he begins. "This is the last time I'm going to ask you. Leave our house, right now. Never come back again. Don't bother us anymore. Katniss and I just want to live a normal, happy life with our children, and you keep showing up trying to disrupt that. Please, leave us alone. I want nothing to do with you. Even if I weren't with Katniss, I'd still want absolutely nothing to do with you. You're insecure, jealous, and you have no moral compass. Now, for the last time, get the fuck off our porch." He says the last sentence barely above a whisper, with steely venom in his voice.

She actually looks fairly hurt. I'm pretty sure I see tears forming in her eyes.

"You don't mean that," she whispers. "She's just making you say it."

I roll my eyes and step up.

"My husband asked you politely to leave. Are you going to heed his request?"

"No," she says defiantly.

"Good," I smirk.

I grab her right arm and twist it around her back painfully. She screeches in pain, I ignore it. She tries to get at me with her other arm, but I grab that wrist and wrench down, twisting it. I start marching her across the porch and onto the lawn. She's cussing and calling me all sorts of names, but I just ignore her.

I release her and shove her a few feet. She turns to me, rage in her eyes.

"You fucking bitch," she sneers.

"Give it a rest, Sarah," I say casually.

"I'm going to show Peeta who the real woman is!" She yells.

She steps towards me and reaches her right arm back, trying to deliver a haymaker. She telegraphs it badly, and I am able to easily grab her wrist before it even gets close. While I hold her wrist, and she's concentrating on that, I reach my own right arm back quickly and deliver a solid punch to her jaw. I hear and feel the satisfying crack letting me know I've broken it. I let her wrist go and she crumples onto the ground.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I ask, kneeling down to look at her.

"Fuck you," she barely is able to say. I laugh in her face.

"You are resilient, I'll give you that. But be assured, if ever even see your face again, your broken jaw will be the least of your worries. Now go to the Healer's and get that looked at."

She flips me the middle finger, and I roll my eyes again.

I grab her finger and promptly break it.

"I said, you can go now, Sarah," I say sarcastically. "If you'd like, you can stay here and I'll keep breaking bones."

She looks at me, and I have a wide, triumphant smile on my face. She opens her mouth to speak, thinks better of it, and runs off towards town. I watch her retreating figure chuckling to myself. Does it ever stop? I know I have a handsome, famous husband, but it seems like all the crazies get attracted to us. Well, at least that was pretty fun.

I walk back to the house, and Peeta is leaning on the doorway with a goofy smile.

"That was so hot," he tells me.

He reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me to him. Our lips meet, and he kisses me with passion, which I am more than happy to return.

"Yeah, you liked that?" I tease when we part.

He nods enthusiastically.

"Would you like to, maybe, go upstairs and show me just how much?" I say seductively.

His nod somehow gets bigger.

"Let's go get the twins, honey, and put them in the nursery for the time being."

He looks like a kid on Christmas morning as he almost sprints back to the kitchen. I follow, shaking my head at his youthful exuberance.

We take the twins to the nursery and put them in their cribs. Josh is still asleep, and Eve is yawning and her eyes are drooping, so we think we'll have at least a little while to ourselves.

As soon as we're in the bedroom, Peeta picks me up and I straddle him. He walks us to the bed and lies me down, looking down on me with barely disguised love and lust.

"You're so perfect," he mutters.

I shake my head, and he just nods.

"Let's agree to disagree," he smiles as he leans over to kiss me.

We back up so we're both in the middle of the bed. We make out for a few minutes until we can't take it anymore. We quickly help each other strip, and we're naked in an instant.

Peeta grabs my hips and throws me on my back. He hovers above me and is ready to enter me when I speak up.

"Peeta?"

"Hmm?"

"I wanna be on top."

"Okay," he grins.

We switch positions, and Peeta lies down. I bend over and help work him until he's rock hard, and wet him a little with my tongue. I hear him groan. I smile.

When I think we're sufficiently ready, I swing my leg over and hover just above him. I lick my own hand and wet myself a little to aid his entry. I grasp him in my hand and gently sit down, sliding him into me.

"Ohhhh shit," I moan as he slides all the way in.

His hands grasp my hips, and together, we start moving up and down. I raise myself so that he slides almost out, then bury him back inside me. As we continue, my thrusts get more and more passionate, and I come twice.

I bend down and kiss Peeta, and whisper how much I love him. He whispers it back. I sit back up straight and put my hands on his chest to help keep me steady. His hands shoot up to my chest and he starts massaging my breasts.

"You're amazing, Kat," he moans.

"Oh my god, Peeta, I'm going to come again," I tell him. He smirks and promptly dives his hand in between my legs to help me have an explosive orgasm. I buck and ride, moaning and groaning my way through it. I kiss him after, still riding him.

I sit back up, and he bends up forward a bit, capturing my nipple in his mouth. He kisses all over my chest, causing me to moan even louder.

"I'm almost there, Kat," he groans when he lies back down.

In response, I quicken my pace even faster, making sure on each downward thrust to bury him all the way inside me.

"Tell me when, baby," I beg. "I want you all the way inside me when you come."

I see him inching closer and closer, and I'm sure he's just about there.

"Kat, I'm there," he tells me. I thrust down and bury him in me up to the hilt.

"Let everything go, baby," I coax. "All our problems, everything we've been worrying about. Come inside me and let it go. I love you so much."

I feel his warmth filling me up, and it sends me over the edge a fourth time. Peeta rides it out with me, even thrusting a few more times, adding to our mutual pleasure.

When my orgasm finished, I keep him buried inside me, and I lean down to lock my lips to his. We kiss, whisper our love, and giggle.

"That was – well – wow, baby," he whispers.

"I know," I nod. "I guess seeing me fight really turns you on, huh?" I tease.

"You have no idea," he smiles. He tries to start moving, but I push him back down.

"Unh uh," I shake my head. "I'm reveling in having you inside me, Peeta. Don't take this from me yet."

He looks stunned by my words. I just smirk at him.

"God, you're the perfect wife," he mutters. I decide to add to his idea of my perfection.

I quickly lift myself off of him and go to my knees. I take him in my mouth and clean his length with my tongue. I feel his entire body shiver and shudder.

When I'm finished, I look up at him with a smile.

"Now, we can move," I inform him.

We take a quick shower, the baby monitor on the sink. We dress for bed, and check on the twins. They're sound asleep. We go down to the kitchen and eat a quick, easy dinner since Sarah screwed up our original one. We finish, wash the dishes, and head back up to our bedroom.

We crawl into bed, emotionally exhausted after the day.

"You think we did the right thing?" I ask him quietly as we settle.

"Yes," he says without hesitation. "I know you hate keeping secrets from them as much as I do, but it was definitely the right choice Kat. We gave them seven more months of happiness."

"I know," I nod. "I just can't help but feel like we made the decision for them and that's unfair to them."

Peeta's quiet for a moment before he speaks again.

"I understand where you're coming from," he starts. "For you, this reminds you of when you lied to me." I'm about to deny when he shushes me. "Don't try to deny it, honey. I know. I'm not mad or anything, I just want to help you."

"Okay."

"Look, we can't change what we did. We made the best decision given the information we had, and we stuck with it. We both agreed with it wholeheartedly, and if we start second guessing our decision making now, it could affect our ability to make rational decisions in the future by doubting ourselves. One of the things I love most about you Kat is that when you believe in something, you go all the way. Nothing stops you. Don't lose that, honey. To be honest, I follow your lead a lot of the time. I know that your heart is more often than not in the right place, and that you always make your choices out of a place of love and a need to protect rather than selfishness or greed."

"You really think that about me?" I ask shyly.

"Of course," he says like it should be obvious. "Kat, you are not only the smartest person I know, you have the best heart I've ever seen. Remember how I told Sarah she had no moral compass?" I nod. "I use your moral compass as my guide, honey."

I think for a moment on what he's said.

"You're right, Peeta. We made the right choice and we can't doubt ourselves now. We have to move forward and onward, and get our family through this."

"I love you, Kat. Always."

"I love you, Peeta. Forever."

A/N: Okay, so this chapter was mostly discussions, but they needed to happen. It seems that Katniss and Peeta are planning to become the Jays. We'll have to see how the Rebel leadership responds to this.

So we're up to three days until the Reaping. I don't have many more ideas for before the Reaping, so you could see it in the next couple chapters. The story will pick up in action and drama considerably as the Quell and Rebellion start, but you guys know me. No matter what a chapter contains, I always manage to cram in some good old-fashioned Everlark fluff, and that will never change.

Thanks as always for the reviews.

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