Note: Ok here it is! First, to explain a little think about Prim. She may get a prosthesis, but she will still be crippled, so that's why I described her as being a cripple for the rest of her life. So anyway, I'm thinking of doing a Sydney story as a follow up, so in your reviews mention whether or not you would read it, and check back for more from me! I'm also doing some original work because I really like this writing thing. Thanks again for reading, and enjoy the epilogue.

I walked slowly up the dirt path back to the Victor's Village. It had only been about three months since we arrived here, but district twelve was up and running again. People were milling about on the street and trading with each other, just casually making small talk while their world was being rebuilt around them. I was just coming from Greasy Sae's, where I had traded a squirrel for a delicious bowl of hot soup that I knew Peeta would love. I smiled at the thought and picked up the pace, eager to get back to my husband.

We had left district thirteen two weeks after Sydney and I had made up. My mother decided it would be better for Prim if we moved away and got back out into the open air. There was a great doctor who had been stationed in district twelve, and they could use our help rebuilding it. I got an honorable discharge from the thirteen militia, and said my goodbyes to my team.

"We're going to miss you Katniss." Finnick said, as he pulled me into a bear hug. He kissed my cheek and twirled me around, then pulled Peeta in for a hug. He was coming with my family, of course, and we would make our wedding preparations there. I was sad to be leaving my team, but thirteen wasn't that far away, and they were disbanning anyway. Finnick was being made a commander, and was going to be given his own squad to look after. Furman was becoming a tactical specialist, so he would be transferring divisions entirely. Johanna had decided to travel around Panem and help rebuild the districts after all of the damage that the war had done. Gale was going to teach weapons and arms training at the academy where all of thirteen's future leaders attended.

Sydney was being trained to become a leader. She was given an official position in the general's squad, and it was thought she would probably run for President in the future. Jacobs was grooming her for leadership, so she would stay here and make sure everything ran smoothly. She had command in her blood, and everyone could see that she would make a great leader some day.

I walked over to Gale and gave him a long hug. "Thank you for everything." I whispered to him. "You deserve to be happy Gale, and I'm glad you finally are." He smiled at me and kissed my cheek. "Take care of her." I nodded to Sydney and she shot me a look. "You never know what she'll get into."

He laughed and hugged me one last time. "Take care of yourself Katniss. And tell Prim I said hello." I nodded and walked over to Sydney. Gale and Peeta shook hands and gave each other a curt nod. There was a silent recognition between them, of friendship and of peace. Peeta touched my shoulder and said he would meet me outside, and I nodded at him, dreading my last goodbye. The squad dispersed, giving Sydney and I our space. Gale kissed her forehead and gave me a final wave, disappearing down the hallway.

"So…you're going to call me everyday right?" She laughed and hugged me.

"Of course. I have to call and talk about wedding things and complain about how boring my life is without you." I rolled my eyes sarcastically, but I felt a tear fall down my cheek. I was really going to miss Sydney. I wished she could come with us, but her place was here in thirteen.

"You deserve to relax Katniss." I shrugged my shoulders and nodded. "Besides, we'll see each other soon. You'll always be my pseudo-sister. No matter how much distance is between us." I smiled and hugged her one last time. I turned and walked out the door. "Take care of Peeta!" She yelled after me. "Make sure he doesn't bake too much!" I shook my head and giggled, closing the door behind me. The wedding would be in a few months. I would see her then. I tried to use that thought to reassure myself, but the heaviness in my chest didn't go away. Peeta had been waiting outside the door, and he put is arms around me soothingly. He and I made our way to the hovercraft that would transport us home.

Haymitch was standing on the landing platform, waiting for us. "You didn't honestly think you could leave without saying goodbye. I'm the President after all." He said mockingly.

We both embraced him and thanked him for all his help. "You kids gave me hope. You gave all of us hope. I sure am glad I decided to stop drinking so much and help you. Thanks for almost stabbing me in the hand Katniss." He said, turning to me. I grinned at the memory of that day on the train. "Check on my house for me, would you? I'll be back there once this is all over, so I don't want it to be a mess." Peeta rolled his eyes at Haymitch and gave him a pat on the back. As we got into the hovercraft and rose above district thirteen, I felt a mixture of sadness and relief. This had been a place of refuge for so many people, but for me, it was also a place of fear. I had been under the control of President Coin since the day I got here, so I never got a chance to just relax and see what thirteen could be like during a time of peace.

Over the past two weeks, that had changed. I had hung out with Sydney and made dinner with Peeta and even hunted in the woods with Gale. I had watched two people who I cared very much about fall in love, and it made me happy to see that everyone was moving on after the war. Of course we would never forget those who had fallen around us, but life was going back to how it should be. But I had to leave. I had to go home.

I sighed happily as I got to the front door of our house in the Victor's Village I had moved in with Peeta immediately upon our return, and it felt good to call it our house. My mother and Prim lived in my old house in the village, and the new mayor and his family had set up camp in the one adjacent to Haymitch's. Peeta and I had kept our promise and checked on his house from time to time. The Presidential race was beginning, and once the new leader was elected, Haymitch would be free to move back here.

I noticed a familiar car parked outside and my heart dropped into my stomach. It was the head doctor of district twelve, the one who was in charge of Prim. I wiped my boots off on the mat in front of the door and opened it, throwing my game bag down by the door and hanging up my jacket. She was doing well, but there was always a chance for a relapse, and the fear of an infection or some other ailment was always in the back of my mind. I walked into the kitchen the see Dr. Kimono speaking with Peeta. When I walked into the door, they were silent. "What's wrong?" I asked hurriedly. "Is it Prim? Did something happen to her?"

He must have sensed the panic in my voice, and he chuckled. "No, your sister is doing wonderfully. I'm here about you Katniss." Me? What could he want with me? I got regular check-ups because I had been so malnourished as a POW, but other than that, I didn't interact much with him. I felt fine, so what did he want with me?

"Your regular blood checks for this month came back, and you have extremely high levels of the human chorionic gonadotropin hormone." I looked at him like he was speaking a different language. My eyes shifted to Peeta, hoping he could make sense of it for me. He looked at me nervously.

"So…am I going to die?" I asked suspiciously. "I seriously feel fine. I don't understand."

Dr. Kimono chuckled. "Of course not. It's quite the opposite. hCG is a hormone that only appears in women when they're with child." I looked at him in disbelief. I couldn't fully process his words. I stared at him blankly, blinking my eyes repeatedly. How could this have happened? I didn't even take it into account, didn't even realize that it was a possibility. Having children just seemed like it was so far in the future for me. I sat down in the wooden kitchen chair and put my elbows on my knees. I rested my head in my hands and exhaled, trying to keep my breathing steady.

I heard Peeta lead the doctor out the door and thank him for his time. He came back and knelt down next to me. "Katniss…" I just stared past him at the floor beneath his feet. I didn't want to face this. If I didn't talk about it, it wasn't real. "Katniss look at me." He was so calm, and his voice so full of love. I could tell that he was happy, but he was suppressing it for my expense. I looked up at him. "We could do something about it. It doesn't have to happen right now. If you aren't ready or you never want to have kids we can take care of it. Dr. Kimono said it was an option." He said quickly.

I still didn't speak. I just looked into Peeta's eyes. I thought back to the day we got married. Had that only been a month ago? It had been a simple ceremony, as is tradition in district twelve. Sydney, Gale, Haymitch and the rest of my former team had made their way to twelve for the ceremony. The justice building hadn't been rebuilt yet, so the ceremony was performed in the woods by the lake that my father and I used to go to. I had asked Peeta if we could have it here, so my father would be with us. He, of course, obliged, and it was a beautiful summer day when we decided to officially tie the knot.

There were no cameras or reporters or crazy people screaming at us. It was just our family and friends, gathered together for a peaceful ceremony. As I looked into his eyes and made the promise to stay with him forever, I got the same feeling that I got right now. I knew that as long as I had him here next to me, there was nothing to be afraid of. I shook my head at his statement. "No. I don't want to do that Peeta. Everything is finally peaceful, and I love you so much. I want to have a family with you. Yes, I'm scared and confused and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do, but I know that we'll figure it out, together." The smiled returned to his face brighter and bigger than ever. He kissed me and held me at arms length, looking to my eyes as we both laughed in nervous excitement.

There was the feeling again. He had these deep, blue eyes that held my heart inside of them. They represented strength and hope and love and courage. They were the reason I woke up in the morning, the thing that kept me going even in the darkest of times. They had rescued me from an evil dictator, pulled me out of a damp, dark prison cell, and kept me calm when I felt like I was going to break. They were the reason I had married him, the reason I was going to have this child, and they were always going to be the reason for me to keep fighting.