Fair Warning: Near the end of this chapter there is a graphic sex scene. It seems like I give this warning every chapter, so maybe we should just start assuming that the chapters contain smut. Ha ha. You've been notified. Enjoy.
"Do we really have to go?" I whine as we finish getting dressed.
Peeta sighs.
"You know I don't either but we have to honey."
"I know," I mutter.
We're in our suite getting ready for dinner. It's some fancy well-to-do banquet before the final interviews. The Games start tomorrow. That means the Rebellion starts in two days.
"I wish we could just stay here and have a quiet meal with just the four of us," I lament quietly.
"Me too," Peeta agrees as he wraps his arms around me from behind.
I look into the mirror I'm facing at the two of us. His strong, familiar hands around my torso, my own hands covering them, our wedding rings touching. Despite the circumstances and where we are, I can't help but smile softly. No matter where I am or what's going on, I'll always be happy with him.
Peeta leans down and every so softly kisses my neck, exposed by my hair, which I've kept up for the evening. It makes me shiver with delight. He starts trailing kisses around to the nape of my neck.
"Oh god," I moan. "If you don't stop we're never going to leave this room."
He gives me one last lingering kiss then rests his forehead against my neck.
"Are we doing the right thing Katniss?" He asks me quietly, his voice muffled by my skin.
"You tell me every day that we are," I answer.
"I know, but do you believe it?"
"Yes," I reply without hesitation.
He picks his head up and rests it on my shoulder, our eyes meeting in the mirror.
"I'm not lying," I defend. "Whenever I have doubts, I just look at you or our children, and I know we're doing the right thing, honey. I want that future we dream of. We will have that future, Peeta, and you and I will do anything to get there."
He nods solemnly.
"Okay."
I turn my head and kiss his cheek, and he grins.
"Now let's go, you can show your wife off to all these idiotic Captiol men," I tease.
"I do love the jealous looks I get," he smirks.
"You should see the hateful looks I get," I retort with a scoff. "Seriously, the women here are animalistic."
"You know you're the only woman for me," he jokes.
"I'd better be," I threaten. "I didn't have your children for the hell of it."
"Kat," he says, alarmed.
"Oh shut up," I wave him off. "You know exactly why we had children, and why we're going to have many more."
He gives me a relieved smile and I reward him with a peck on the lips.
"Honestly, baby, you need to get past this. I'm your wife, Peeta. The mother of your children. I didn't end up with you by default. I fell in love with you, and you're the only man I will ever love. We both need to work on our insecurity."
"I know. It just gets hard, especially when I see all those other rich, good looking men eyeing you."
I sigh and let out a deep breath. I honestly am at a loss for how to comfort him.
"I'm sorry honey," he whispers. "I'll try harder."
"Me too," I whisper back. "Come on, let's get going."
I reach out and take his hand, but stop him before he can start leading us out of the room.
"What is it?" He turns to me.
"I love you," I tell him with complete honesty, staring him in the eye. He smiles wide and his eyes sparkle, turning them that beautiful bright shade of blue he only gets around me or our children.
"I love you too."
I smile back, and we kiss once more before we leave. We stop at Prim's room and kiss the twins good night, thanking Prim once more for watching them. Honestly I think she is more thankful than us. She really is a wonderful aunt.
We exit through the rear of the hotel and get into the limo. As we ride to dinner, we hold hands but stay silent, neither of us needing to say anything.
The restaurant where dinner is being held is huge. It's lavish, of course, and the entire place is dedicated to the banquet. Not surprisingly, Peeta, Finnick, Annie and I are seated together at a very prominent table.
The food is good, but Peeta and I still prefer game from the woods and his baking over anything here. Throughout the meal, men and women attempt to proposition both of us for dances, but we continually politely decline. I could care less if it seems rude. I'm not dancing with anyone but my husband. Maybe Finnick, but not tonight.
"I need to use the ladies room," Annie pipes up. "Join me, Mrs. Mellark?" She smirks.
"Of course, Mrs. O'Dair," I smirk back.
Annie's been teaching me how to be a 'girlfriend', and apparently going to the bathroom in pairs is normal. So we go together, leaving our husbands with kisses. They both whimper as we walk away, purposely putting extra sway into our hips.
In the restroom, Annie insists on 'touching up' her makeup, and even goads me into doing so as well.
"This is stupid," I groan. "Peeta could care less about makeup. He loves me just the way I am," I say indignantly.
"Oh be quiet about your perfect husband," Annie smiles. "You already got me jealous with that talk about your wild sex life the other day."
I blush deeply, which I'm sure was her intent.
Before I can speak, the door opens, and four typical Capitol women, probably in their mid-twenties, pile in. Their outfits are, predictably, ostentatious and fairly ridiculous.
We try to gather our things and leave the restroom quickly, but they block the door.
"Excuse us," Annie says politely.
"You two really think you're so great, don't you," the apparent leader says snidely.
I roll my eyes dramatically.
"We just want to get back to our husbands," Annie replies calmly. I can sense she's getting nervous though.
"Don't worry about them," she waves her hand. "Our friends are taking care of them."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I snap angrily.
"We paid a lot of money to be here tonight, and we don't intend to let it go to waste," she explains.
"Meaning…," I prompt.
"Victors are famous for their abilities," she smirks. "Especially Finnick O'Dair," she looks to Annie, who's eyes have gone wide. "Peeta Mellark, I'm sure, will be just as good."
"Finnick doesn't do that anymore. He's married," Annie almost whimpers. I take her hand and squeeze it to try and reassure her.
"Oh on the contrary," the bitch replies. "I'm sure I can convince him otherwise."
"Look, just get out of our ways," I say as steadily and evenly as I can.
She reaches her arm out, intending to put it on my shoulder, but I'm already way past the point of civility. I let go of Annie's hand and grab the woman's outstretched wrist and twist it hard downwards. She lets out a strangled cry.
"Move," I order.
The other three women scamper out of the way.
The woman, who is apparently still defiant, tries to swing at me with her left hand. I grab her fist before it even gets close, forcing it back down. She doesn't try to hit me again, and I keep her wrist in a tight grip.
"Look, I don't know who you are, and frankly I could care less. I'm sick and tired of you fake, done up women thinking you can have whatever or whoever you want. Our husbands would never even contemplate dancing with you, never mind what you're implying."
"Do you know who I am?" She snivels.
I roll my eyes.
"No. Didn't I just say that?" I turn to Annie. "Really, how stupid are these people?"
"If you hurt me, you'll pay," she threatens.
"Oh no!" I say sarcastically. "I'm so scared! Annie, we'd better let them have what they want! We're just helpless women! It's not like they forced us into Arenas to fight for our lives and we somehow survived!"
Annie laughs and the other three women look downright petrified. The leader, however, still won't capitulate.
"I bet the worst thing you have to deal with is a broken nail, am I right?" I ask her mockingly. She sneers at me.
"Bitch," she spits. "I'm going to make sure you pay for this. I'm going to fuck your husband in front of you."
I can't help but let out a belly laugh. These women.
"Can I show you something?" I ask her calmly.
"Fuck you."
"Now now, don't they teach you to be polite in the Capitol?" I ask sarcastically. "Well, where I come from, if someone threatens you like you've been threatening me, this is what you do."
I promptly grab her index finger and break it. She screams out in pain.
"That's one finger. You have nine more," I warn.
"You broke my finger!" She yells in agony.
"Your powers of observation are overwhelming," I deadpan. Annie chuckles. "Now, are you going to give up this ridiculous game and leave us alone, or must I continue?"
"Fine," she huffs. "But this is far from over."
"Believe what you wish," I tell her. "But if you come near me, my husband, or my best friends ever again, I promise I will be far less restrained."
She nods glumly and I shove her aside. As we walk past, Annie surprisingly kicks her hard in the shin. I grin and she shrugs.
When we exit the ladies room, we're falling over each other in laughter.
"Thanks, Katniss," Annie tells me between giggles. "She was a bitch."
"No worries Annie," I tell her. "What are best friends for?"
She gives me a hug and I happily return it.
As we saunter back to our table, we hold hands, and I don't find it awkward in the least. Annie has really become my best friend (besides Peeta, obviously), and this just seems natural.
I can feel the eyes on us, but I ignore them. When Peeta and Finnick come into view, I can see the large number of male suitors hanging around, obviously waiting for Annie and me. Seriously, does marriage mean nothing to these people?
"Shall we show them who we belong to?" I whisper to Annie. She smiles conspiratorially.
We use all our faculties to walk as sensually and seductively as we can for the last few paces to our husbands.
I reach Peeta and lean down sideways. I grab the back of his head and attach my lips to his, forcing my tongue in his mouth. With my other hand I gently cradle his cheek, making sure my wedding band is visible to anyone looking. He responds eagerly. I exaggerate my movements, making it as obvious as I can who I'm deeply in love with.
Without breaking the kiss, I slide into Peeta's lap and continue making out with him. I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me close. Time stands still, I forget where I am and why I'm doing this, and the only thing my mind registers is us. Peeta and me. Me and my husband.
Eventually we slow down and part our lips, and I rest my forehead against his. I ignore all the looks I can feel at the back of my head and just whisper words of love to my husband.
"What was that about?" He asks finally.
"I just missed my husband," I smile and give him a peck.
"Well I missed my wife," he smiles back. We chuckle softly.
Eventually the vultures around us get the clue and disperse, leaving us to finish dining in relative peace.
Back in the limo, we head to Caesar's studio for the interviews. We will be sitting in the audience this year, with all the other mentors. We made sure our seats are next to Finnick, Annie, and Johanna of course.
Taking our seats, I'm thankful I'm not the one who has to get up there in front of the cameras again. I've become much more comfortable with public speaking, but I still refuse to do it alone. I need Peeta right by my side. He's the same way. When he did his interview solo with Caesar when I was pregnant, it was obvious how distressed and nervous he was (at least to me).
The interviews begin. Caesar attempts to keep them lighthearted, but he fails. It's incredibly angering and overwhelmingly sad. He's asking these young children about the lives they've left behind, knowing all the while that tomorrow they'll be thrown into an Arena and expected to viciously kill one another.
The only Tribute that actually seems eager to be here is the boy from 2, who got the eight in his training score. He reminds me of Cato. It sends a shiver down my spine. Peeta notices, and grips my hand harder, comforting me as is his habit.
"He's dead Katniss," he whispers into my ear.
"I know."
It helps, and I slowly calm down by the time our Tributes are interviewed.
Annabel goes first, and is cordial and sweet, but it's fairly obvious that she's sad. Caesar asks her questions about her family, which she answers tearfully. I want to scream at him, yell for him to stop. He senses her trepidation and asks her some stupid questions about how she likes the Capitol. Thankfully her time is up and she exits.
Grayson comes out and looks very handsome in his suit. He is also polite, but it's easy to see his downcast mood. He thinks he's going to be dead in a matter of days. I know the feeling all too well.
"So tell me, Grayson, how do you like your mentors?" Caesar asks.
"Haymitch is very helpful," he answers. "He's been around for a lot of years, so he has a ton of experience."
"What about the Mellarks?" Caesar follows up with.
"Mr. and Mrs. Mellark have been great," he replies. "They want to help us as much as they can. Mr. Mellark helped me in my private session, and Mrs. Mellark is always there to answer any questions about survival skills. Plus they let us play with their kids, which is always a lot of fun."
"Isn't that splendid," Caesar gushes. "We were hoping to meet the famous Mellark twins, but we've been unable to persuade their parents."
Really? Even if we're not the ones being interviewed, they still have to try? But, to my surprise, Grayson sets him straight.
"I agree with them Caesar," Grayson says with a hint of frustration. "Their children are just babies. Innocent, sweet babies. They don't deserve what you'd do to them. They're absolutely right in keeping them away from all this nonsense."
Caesar is taken aback, but recovers after a moment. He asks a couple more idiotic questions then it's over.
We meet with Annabel and Grayson back in the Penthouse, along with Haymitch and Effie. We go over last minute details, as this is the last time we'll see them before the Games begin.
They've been told about the Alliance and the plan, and both understand what needs to be done. They still don't know anything else, but we've assured them repeatedly we're going to do everything to keep them safe and alive.
We say our goodbyes, which leaves all of us, even Haymitch, in tears. It's harder than I thought. We've gotten close to these two kids, and it feels like two members of my family are going into that Arena tomorrow. I know it would be much easier if I was emotionally detached from them, but that's just simply not possible. Because I am invested in their futures, I'll try that much harder and fight that much more on their behalf.
Peeta holds me close during the ride back to the hotel. He strokes my hair and kisses my head softly. He lets me sob into his shirt as I let out my frustrations and emotions, not caring that I'm ruining his new suit. He hates it anyways, just like I hate everything about the Capitol.
In the elevator, Peeta reaches to hit the button for Prim's floor, but I stop him. Instead, I push the button for the roof. He looks at me questioningly.
"I just need some time with just the two of us, okay?"
He doesn't answer, just wraps me up in his embrace tightly.
Once on the roof, we find a comfortable spot to sit. He sits behind me, and I back up into his chest, his back against a wall.
We're silent for a long time, just looking out over the city, thinking about everything. The past, the present, the future. What might happen. What could happen. What should happen. What has happened.
"A year ago we sat on a roof not unlike this one," Peeta breaks the silence. "I thought it was the last moments I'd ever get to spend with you."
"I know," I reply softly.
"Even though we were most likely heading to our deaths, that was one of the best nights of my life. I got to talk to you, the girl I love, without anyone looking over our shoulders or cameras filming every second. I got to tell you how I really felt about the Games."
"You haven't let them change you, Peeta," I assure him. "Look at us. We're married, even though they probably expected that. But we did it on our own, in secret, because it's something that belongs to you and me. Not them. And we're about to embark on a journey that hopefully will end with all this being stopped."
"The next time we come here I pray that it's to liberate it," Peeta sighs.
"It will be."
"You know, I really wanted to kiss you that night," Peeta smiles against my cheek.
"Why didn't you?" I tease.
"Ha. Kat, do you forget trying to kill me after I admitted I love you? How do you think you'd have reacted if I tried to kiss you?"
"Fair enough," I smile. "But you're more than welcome to kiss me now."
He does, and it's slow and sweet. It's a kiss of love and promises. Promises of our future together, a life filled with children and laughter.
"If you could go back, would you change anything that's happened in the last year?" He asks quietly.
I think about it. I would volunteer for Prim a million times over, I know that. Would I change how I acted towards Peeta? Probably, but at the time, I didn't know any better. I was only thinking about how to get myself out alive, while all he was thinking about was how to die so I could live.
"I wouldn't have been such an utter bitch to you."
"Katniss, you didn't know what I was doing."
"But still, I could have been nicer to you. Even if I thought you were trying to kill me, odds were we were both going to die. Plus, by then, I knew how you felt, and I basically ignored you."
"It's okay. I didn't take it personally," he grins. "I'd like to think after all these years, I know you fairly well."
"Too well sometimes," I smile. "Honestly though, if I could go back, I wouldn't have lied to you on those train tracks."
He nods sadly, remembering that horrible moment.
"I'm so sorry Peeta," I sob, turning to try to bury my face into his chest.
"Shhh," he soothes. "Honey, I forgave you for that so long ago. Forget about it."
"I'll never forget about it," I cry. "I did that to you. Me. I stood there, looked you in the eye, and crushed you. I knew exactly what I was doing. I knew what saying those words would do to you, but I still did it. What kind of person does that make me?"
He doesn't answer, just rubs my back and my hair and lets me vent.
"Seriously, how did you ever take me back? And so quickly? I was at your house for like ten minutes before we started kissing. What did I ever do to deserve forgiveness like that?"
"Baby, you made a mistake. Everyone does. You had the courage to come to me, admit it, and ask for my forgiveness. I'd be a terrible person not to give you a second chance. Especially considering that I was, and still am, in love with you. That's what love is sweetie."
"You called me sweetie," I point out happily.
"I did."
"I liked it. Sweetie."
"Me too."
"Would you change anything honey?" I ask, looking up at him.
"No," he immediately replies.
"Really? Nothing? Why not?"
"Because where I am, right here with you in this moment, I'd never want to change that. Everything we've gone through has brought us right here, made us this strong. A year ago, we sat on a roof together and I was determined to die so you could live a long happy life. Now I get to live that life with you. So no, I wouldn't change a single thing, because this is the happiest I've ever been."
"I know I don't act like it sometimes, but this is the happiest I've ever been too. I mean it. You and our children are the best thing to ever happen to me," I tell him honestly.
"Really? You mean that?" He asks with wonder.
"Yes. I love you. Forever."
"I love you too Kat. Always."
He bends down and our lips meet, and I lose track of time. My mind goes blank, and I welcome it. All I care about are his lips, his body close to mine.
"Katniss?" He asks softly after we kiss.
"What is it baby?"
"Before we get the twins, can we make love?"
"Absolutely. I'd like nothing more."
Without another word, he picks me up bridal style and carries me back to our suite. He lies me gently on the bed, standing above me, admiring me with a look of complete love and lust.
"If you don't stop gaping and start touching I'm going to get cranky fast," I warn.
He shakes his head to get out of his stupor and I giggle.
Finally he leans over me and we start. As we kiss I start unbuttoning his shirt and once that's off, I quickly get rid of his pants. He lifts me up and slides my dress off of me, leaving me in a bra and panties and him in his boxers.
Before he strips me of my lingerie, he kisses all down my body until he's between my legs. He softly kisses my pussy under my panties, and it starts driving me wild.
"Wow you're wet," he mutters between kisses.
"Take them off," I beg. "Please, baby, please."
Teasingly, he starts sliding them agonizingly slowly down my legs. Every inch they lower, he kisses the skin they just passed over. It's causing me to go crazy with desire.
By the time he gets them off and starts kissing his way back up my legs, I'm writhing under his lips. When he finally is inches from my pussy, I explode into an orgasm.
"Oh my god!" I scream. He rides it out with me, and to tease me, blows soft, warm breaths directly between my legs.
I grab his hair roughly and jerk his face towards me. I feel his tongue enter me and I'm instantly transported to paradise.
After a few minutes, my body is racked with another release. He doesn't remove his tongue, just keeps on bringing me to the edge.
"You taste wonderful," he smiles up at me.
"Okay, Peeta," I breathe. "Get your lips on mine and your cock inside me. Now."
He nods seriously and slides his body up. I skillfully use my toes to remove his boxers. I can feel his erection against my thigh. His hands are running all over my torso, and when he reaches my breasts, I realize I'm still wearing my bra.
"Take it off," I plead. "I need your lips on them."
He obliges and removes it quickly, replacing it with his skilled lips. He still hasn't entered me, and he knows he's teasing me.
I eventually can't take it anymore. I grab his hair and bring his face to mine. Our eyes meet.
"Fuck. Me. Right. Now," I demand.
He smirks.
"It's not funny," I snap. "I'm serious baby. I want your cock in my pussy this instant."
"Yes ma'am," he whispers.
The next thing I feel is his hard erection slowly entering me. I reach down and help guide him in. Once he's buried up to the hilt, he backs out and repeats.
"Faster," I plead.
He shakes his head.
"No. I want to savor every second of this," he informs me.
I blush and he kisses my cheeks, then attaches his lips to mine as I feel him slide all the way in again. His pace is making me frustrated on one hand, and on the other it's driving me to complete ecstasy.
After a few minutes of this pace, I can tell he's inching close to his release.
"You're going to come soon?" I ask.
He nods.
"After you come, you're not allowed to pull out. I want you inside me continuously while we keep having sex."
His eyes widen and his lips quirk into a smile.
"Shut up," I scold.
"You're amazing," he whispers.
"I said shut up. Just fuck me."
He nods and kisses me again, slipping his tongue in my mouth. A minute later, I can tell he's about to come.
"If one drop of you come leaves me, I'm going to hit you as hard as I can," I tell him seriously. I have no idea what's come over me, but what I do know is that we both like it. A lot. "Now come inside me, baby. Right now. And after you give me your load, keep fucking me."
This just drives him completely over whatever edge he was on, and I feel his warmth filling me up. It spreads to my entire body and I feel complete again. True to his word, he follows my orders, and stays inside of me.
"Now what?" He asks after a moment.
"Now this," I reply.
I start matching his thrusts under him, and he groans happily in response.
"Yeah that's what I thought," I tease. "Flip me over. I want to ride you."
He nods and without pulling out, switches our positions. I find myself on top of him, and begin riding him like there's no tomorrow. Which, who knows, there might not be. I can't bring myself to care in this moment.
"Oh my god Kat," he mumbles. His eyes slide shut as my thrusts get more and more pronounced.
After a few minutes I can feel his erection return to full strength inside me. I smirk and begin rolling around in circles atop him, which I know he loves. I reach behind me and grab his balls in my hand, massaging them.
"Oh shit, don't stop baby," he begs.
I lean down and kiss him, whispering words of love against his lips. I shift a little bit and gently bite his ear lobe.
"Promise me this will never change," I whisper into his ear.
"What will never change?" He asks.
"This. You and me."
I sit back up straight and he looks at me in bewilderment.
"What do you mean?"
"Just promise me we'll always find time to do this. To express our love like this," I plead desperately.
We both know it's somewhat of an empty promise. Not because it won't happen, but because we both know it will. But for some reason, in this moment, with him inside me while I buck atop him, I need to hear the words. Of course, he understands that without me voicing it.
"I promise Katniss."
I breathe a sigh of relief, smile, and lift myself up until his cock almost slides out, then lower myself all the way back down. He moans loudly in response.
"Thank you," I tell him.
"Anytime," he whimpers.
I build back up to my previous rhythm, and he reaches up to massage my breasts with one hand while his other is intertwined with mine.
"I'm going to come baby," he warns.
"Okay."
I ride him faster and faster for a few moments until I'm certain he's there.
"Here it comes," he announces.
"You're going to come in my mouth," I tell him.
Before he can reply, I slide off of him, kneel over him, and take his entire length in my mouth while I massage his balls.
A moment later, I feel his come explode in mouth as he groans. I keep massaging and sucking, getting everything possible out of him. When he's finished, I look up at him as I swallow his whole load. I slowly and meticulously clean his erection from top to bottom, ending with a series of sweet kisses to the tip.
We collapse together in a mess of sweat and limbs, panting, satiated. We slowly kiss and revel in the afterglow.
"That was amazing."
"I know," he agrees. "Thank you."
"You don't have to thank me. I enjoyed it more than you did."
"That's not possible," he argues.
"Oh it's very possible," I retort.
"We'll just have to agree to disagree," he appeases.
"Fine."
We both laugh and kiss.
"We better change the sheets before we get the twins," I point out.
"Definitely," he chuckles.
"Let's take a shower too," I suggest.
"Kay."
We shower quickly but efficiently. We retrieve the twins from Prim, who of course smirks at us knowingly. I blush and try to get out of there as quickly as possible.
Back in our room, we feed, burp, and change the twins. They're sleeping in our bed tonight. During the interviews, while everyone in Panem was distracted, Plutarch arranged for our luggage to be picked up by the hovercraft we'll be boarding tomorrow night. They took most of our stuff, including the cribs.
Settling into bed, we place Josh and Eve between us. Gazing down at our children, I'm once again brought to tears by the mere sight of them.
"Look what we made Peeta."
"I know."
"They're perfect."
"You're perfect."
"No I'm not."
He rolls his eyes.
"Were you serious that we're going to have more?" He asks quietly.
I nod.
"I don't think I'd be able to not have more children with you, honey," I admit.
"I can't wait," he says excitedly.
"Me either."
"How many more?" He asks with a smile.
"That's up for debate," I tell him. "I guess we'll have to wait and see."
"I think Josh and Eve will make great older siblings," he says while gently rubbing circles on Eve's stomach.
"I know they will," I agree.
"No matter what happens in the next few days Kat, I'll do anything I have to in order to keep our family safe. It's my only priority."
"I know, Peeta."
"I won't leave you three. I can't. You're my reasons for living."
"Me too. I can't imagine life without any of us," I admit sadly.
"Let's go to sleep. Forget about everything. Just think about our family."
"That sounds wonderful," I smile.
We rearrange ourselves so that we're in the spoon position with our children in front of us. Peeta wraps his arm around all three of us and I feel as safe as I ever have.
"I love you Peeta. I've loved you ever since you saved my life by taking a beating. I'll love you until the moment I die, and forever after that."
"I love you Katniss. I've loved you since the first time I saw you, in a red dress with two braids. I'll love you for eternity."
As the four of us drift off to sleep, only one thought runs through my mind. Kind of like that first night I spent at Peeta's after we got together, when all I could think about was that I'm in love. Tonight, it's a similar thought.
There was no place else I was ever supposed to be than right here.
A/N: So we're on the eve of the Games. Get it? Eve? Haha.
So after hearing your responses, I think it makes the most sense to make it into a trilogy. This story will end the moment they step onto the hovercraft. I haven't decided what to call the next story, so keep coming with the suggestions. If I get enough good ones, I'll post a poll and let you guys decide.
I will be writing some scenes from the Arena. I have a couple ideas for the 'bloodbath' and the Alliance, so I'm excited to write about those. Who will die? Who will live to be rescued? What will happen when the Capitol realizes what's happening? Stay tuned to find out.
As always, thanks for the reviews and kind words. I'm feeling better every day. It was a miserable stay in the hospital to say the least. When I had my surgery, they removed so much stuff from my abdomen they had to make a new connection from my stomach directly to my intestines. For some reason, my stomach wasn't emptying, and it was causing me a great deal of pain. I'm getting better slowly, and it helps to write and hear that you guys are still enjoying it. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart. It really does help.
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