It was a beautiful summer day. Peeta and I were laying on our backs, looking up at the clouds in the sky, meadow grass tickling the air in the light breeze. I held Peeta's hand in mine, and he held mine in his.

"We're lucky Annie and Finnick can stay longer." Peeta's voice broke through the velvety layer of silence.

I turned my head towards him. "Yeah…. Though two weeks isn't a lot, it's definitely something. I'm going to hate to see Jace leave."

After agreeing, there was a moment of peace.

Peeta's hand tightened. "What do you think of everything happening?"

"…What do you mean?"

"The missing victors."

I frowned. That was certainly a conundrum, no doubt. Within just two weeks, a total of seven people have been reported missing, kept track of and announced by District 13. There were two from District 2, one from four, seven and eight, and another two from 10. With all cases, their families came up with legitimate excuses, so no one found it odd. Very few even recognize that all of them were previous Hunger Games victors. That was the oddest thing, but no one really gave it a second thought. Disappearances weren't completely unnatural in Panem.

"We'll never know. "I said simply, too in peace to want to be concerned over anything that wasn't out of the ordinary.

Peeta shrugged. "Yeah…"

Yet another pause.

A cloud above us shifted in front of the sun momentarily. It was the shape of a turtle. When it moved and the sun rays seeped once again over our faces, Peeta turned over on his side. He spread his hand out on my stomach.

"How long until we know for sure you're pregnant?" His voice was soft and slightly eager.

I didn't blame him. Closing my eyes, I used my fingers to count.

With the answer, I smiled and settled back against him. "The thirtieth, give or take a few days."

Through his fingers, I could have sworn I felt Peeta's hear skip a beat as he grinned in excitement. "That's in a week!"

"Mmhm."

A bear-shaped cloud dissolved above us and a fly landed on my cheek. Yes. A week. I hoped this time it worked… Like Peeta said, third time's a charm. Though that was somewhat vulgar am example, but there was no need to worry about things like that when you're married.

Peeta turned his head towards me and gave me a kiss. His lips molded softly to mine and I could taste the sugar, the taste of the rest of my life. Smiling against his mouth, I fluttered my eyes closed. If only an eternity.

What if a much of a which was wind

Gives truth to a summer's lie

Bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun

And yanks immortal stars awry?

"Peeta! Caniss!" Ivy came running towards us, leaping onto my stomach so suddenly, I had to break away from Peeta to groan. The little girl had something clamped in her fingers.

I sat up, feeling the ache in my stomach. Peeta sat up, too, and we both leaned in to see what Ivy was holding. Slowly, she uncurled her fingers to reveal a tiny pink flower. Its sweet scent washed over us.

With both hands under Ivy's, I held it up to my face to breathe. "Cherry blossom."

Blow king to beggar and queen to seem

(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)

—When skies are hanged and oceans drowned

The single secret will still be man

Giggling, Ivy sucked in a breath and released it. Her gust of air sent the blossom tumbling from her fingers.

What if a keen of a lean wind flays

Screaming hills with sleet and snow

Strangled valleys by ropes of thin

And stifles forests in white ago?

Ivy laughed and clambered off of my lap after it. The rustle of grass and the sweet scent of the flower was the only indicator that she'd been there at all.

Peeta sighed next to me and curled his arm around my waist. "Even if you weren't able, Katniss, just understand that you already have a family."

My gaze cast out over the luscious waving meadow, rippling in the wind.

"People who love you."

Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind

(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)

—Whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees

It's they shall cry hello to spring

I just swallowed and nodded. He was right, as always. I knew I have a family here. Everything was alright. I've got Jace and Ivy to swoon over, and Peeta to snuggle up against on cold nights. I've got Mother and Prim for their support and easing the world off my shoulders.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Peeta reach over to his left and tug something from the ground. Grinning, he held out a dandelion to me. It was dry and had little feather-seeds threatening to fly away in the current of air.

Feeling the knot in my throat ease, I leaned over to kiss Peeta.

What if a dawn of a doom of a dream

Bites the universe in two

Peels forever out of his grave

And sprinkles nowhere with me and you

His fingers closed around mine, which were closed around the dandelion. We still had time. Our hourglass hadn't run out of sand yet. Our clock hands were still ticking. Ticking to every beat of summer haze poured down upon us. We were still young.

As if on cue, both Peeta and I took a breath and blew.

Blow soon to never and never to twice

(blow life to isn't; blow death to was)

—all nothings only ourselves hugest hope

The most who die, the more we live

Dandelion seeds were sent twirling into the blue sky like snowflakes.