Sorry for not updating for a while. I have had some major MAJOR writer's-block. I've written this chapter probably four different ways, and I like this one the best. I've had an inspiration for upcoming chapters so they should come soon. This one will be a bit different where it will be from the point of view from some of the older characters, so we'll just see how it turns out.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games

Peeta POV:

The white canvas in front of me mocks my painters block. My mind is just spinning at how shocked I feel. Peyton with Ronette? Sure I'll support him in whatever he decides, but I was so sure he was like me in falling head over heels with one girl. The look on his face when I confirmed my suspicions, the way he went to check up on her. I was sure of it. Something's not quite right.

While the canvas laughs at me I check the clock. I've been down here for a few hours now. 1am. I haven't been up this late, or early, since Katrina snuck home from her date with Finn some years ago.

"Peeta?" Katniss calls from the hallway as I make my way up the stairs.

"Yes it's just me." I turn to make my way to our room when I see her sitting in the upstairs living room. She has herself wrapped up in her mother's old robe with her knees tucked up to her chest and her head on her knees. Her hair coming undone from her braid, very messy, but very Katniss which was the best part. I think back to the last time I saw her in this exact situation. It was when she told me she was pregnant with Katrina. That was one of the happiest days of my life. But I doubt that's what she'll tell me now. "Is everything okay?" I move to sit down next to her. Her breathing is very quiet and shallow. Has she been crying? I wrap my arm around her and start rubbing her back. She instantly relaxes into me and lets out a long sigh. I love that I can do this to her. "What is it?"

She takes a deep breath. "What time is Peyton supposed to be home at?"

"I think he said he would be home around 1:30. Why?"

"I don't know, I just have this gut feeling that something isn't right." You're telling me. Our son loves Jane and he went with her best friend.

"What kind of feeling?" I ask.

"I'm not sure. I haven't had this feeling for a really long time. It's just, I feel like something's going to happen."

"Something bad?"

"Yea." She sighs.

"Anything I can do to help?"

She smiles to herself. "It's probably nothing. I'm probably just feeling overly protective of him. You know, issues of letting go."

I laugh. "He's been gone for a week before and you didn't feel as worried as you do now."

She laughs. "I know, that week I went kind of crazy didn't I?" I smile. "Don't answer that." She says quickly.

"Come on, let's go to bed." I say picking her up bridal style which makes her jump. She then laughs that laugh that I love so much.

"I don't know if I'll be able to sleep." She says eyeing me.

"I didn't say anything about sleeping did I?" I said smirking at her. She stares at me with her doe gray eyes that could hypnotize me to do anything.

Suddenly something hits me. "Where's Katrina? Is she with Finn?" My only daughter being out with her boyfriend this late never makes me feel very good. But I want to make sure she's out of the house while we go at each other. The first time she caught us was the last and she's too young to remember for which I am thankful.

Katniss rolls her eyes. "Now who's being overly protective?" I stare at her refusing to move until she tells me where my daughter is. Katniss laughs again. "She's babysitting Maggie remember? Since Finn works at the school he's chaperoning the dance so he's not home, and Finnick and Annie wanted a night to themselves so they rented a room at the hotel and-"

"Okay that's enough." I say silencing my wife with a kiss. My legs carry me to our bedroom as her arms wrap around my neck deepening the kiss. I feel my pants tighten. Somehow with her sneaky fingers she manages to remove my shirt and toss it behind us. I make a note to pick it up later.

I make my way to our bed but trip over the shoe box that was once filled with my old dress shoes that I loaned Peyton for the night. I toss Katniss so she doesn't go down with me. She flies through the air as I fall flat on my face.

"Peeta!" She's at my side in an instant. "Are you okay?" I look up at her. Her hair falling out is creating a slight curtain around her face causing a play of lighting on her features that takes my breath away.

"Yea." I say getting up. "But falling flat on an erection is not the most comfortable thing in the world."

Katniss lets out a shy laugh and blushes a bit. I know that when we were younger she felt very uncomfortable around nudity or sex. And now, after 22 years of marriage, and two kids, her cheeks still have a light flush to them whenever anything of that nature is mentioned. Even when we're intimate, her face is a very warm shade of candy pink that makes her look innocent as a rose.

I pull her in for a small soft kiss. Cupping her face in my hands. She smells like pine and cedar. She smells like the forest. She whimpers when I pull away and pouts slightly. She is so adorable! She looks up at me and pouts more deliberately making her look more and more like a little girl. Katrina did this when she was younger whenever she didn't get a cookie after dinner or Katniss said she had to stop eating all the sweets I was sneaking her. What can I say? I can't refuse a cute face. Especially like Katniss's face right now.

Slowly but surely we make our way back to the bed and continue with one of our favorite activities. Peyton never caught us in the act like Katrina did, but one time he wouldn't stop banging on the door because he thought Katniss was getting hurt. She can be very vocal and make primal sounds that cause her to blush, but fill me with pride that I can make her produce such a noise. I later had to explain to our crying four year old son that we were just wrestling and mommy was screaming cause she was losing and I was winning. He bought it easily.

Katniss wriggles underneath me and rakes her nails into my back as she moans with her hips meeting each of my thrusts. Her touch sets an even hotter fire to my skin. Then I hit her sweet spot. She screams out in ecstasy with me following soon after. Now, every time I hear it, I can't help but think… I win.

Johanna POV:

The clock keeps ticking. It feels like it's taking forever for 1:30 to come around. Gale had Zane promise to get her home then.

Gale confuses me more now than ever. When I first met the supposed cousin of Katniss I had conflicted feelings and he messed up my brain more than anyone else ever had. He had an effect on me that made me want him close. When the war was finished, he went to District 2 for a while and I went back to 7 to do some cleanup for my home District. After six months I was bored and went to go visit my buddies at 12. Haymitch was still drinking. Katniss was a mess and Peeta was struggling. After that, I went to go visit Annie in 4. Finn was growing up so fast it was unreal. He looked more and more like his father each day. Of course, at the time I didn't know that he was still alive. Then I convinced her to move up to 12 with me so that we could all be together.

When I got back a second time, Gale was there. We hit it off. Katniss still wasn't speaking to him. But everything played out.

When Gale hit Jane all those months ago, I didn't know what to do. I'd never seen him like this. I should have reacted, I could have done something. But when Grayson went after him and got taken down, I knew there was nothing I could do to physically take him down. None of us have told anyone. Jane seems to be alright now. But she has never looked at Gale the same way. The way a daughter should look at her father. She looks at him now mostly as a stranger. I need to talk to her. I never even asked her how she was. The Mellark boy came over here many times to check up on her, and he isn't even related.

That was surprising, when he showed up to escort Ronette to the dance. I always secretly liked seeing her with Peyton. When they were babies, Jane and he were always together. But as years past, they separated. Once I could have sworn that I had a blast from the past when Jane and I were walking through the woods and suddenly and arrow flies past my head. Katniss was hunting with Peyton. I heard her laugh as she told me to watch myself. I wanted so badly to yell some profanities at her, but Jane and Peyton were just six or so. That's when Peyton caught my eye. Jane had walked ahead of me towards the meadow where we were headed. Peyton was halfway up a tree, and he was staring at Jane who was picking flowers. She was never one for picking flowers, unless she was going to pop the heads off. She was humming to herself, and I swear that boys eyes dilated so hard, I thought they were going to burst.

"Is Jane home yet?" His voice surprised me.

"Not yet."

My oldest son, a spitting image of his father walked toward me with a worried expression. "Mom, it's 1:30."

My heart beat increases as my eyes sprint to the clock. Sure enough. 1:30 am. "Shit." I mutter. "Where's your dad?"

"I haven't seen him since Jane and Peyton left with Zane and Ronette."

"Why do you put it that way?"

"Seriously mom?" He raises an eyebrow at me. "You didn't pick up any hints?"

I probably look extremely confused right now.

"Jane and Peyton are hot for each other. Dad doesn't like that. Jane went with Zane, Peyton went with Ronette, then at the party they switch dates."

"Well they… I mean… Hmm… That makes more sense." Then I laugh. "Peyton was always like his father. Doomed from the start."

"You could say that." Grayson laughs with me. "But what are we going to do about dad?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Two things happen at once. The front door opens with a very drunk Zane and Ronette stumbling into our home. And Gale is on Zane coming from out of nowhere looking as though he could kill.

That bridge might be coming a bit faster than we thought.

"Where is she!" Gale yells at Zane who is instantly sober.

"I thought she was here." He said in a small voice.

"If she was, you wouldn't be in this very deadly position would you?" Gale says with a slight grin.

"Gale get off him." My voice surprises everyone including me. Gale's head whips around to me. Then slowly, he gets off Zane who looks like he might piss his pants.

"Where is my daughter?" Gale asks more calm.

"Honestly sir, she was with Peyton, and they left early, I thought they had come back already." Uh oh. Gale tenses up.

"With Peyton?" He growls.

"Gale there is nothing wrong with Jane being with Peyton. He's a good boy and he'll make sure she gets home." I say. His hard expression doesn't falter. Instead he grabs his gutting knife and runs out the door.

I run after him. He's half way down the street when I find my voice again. "DAMN IT GALE! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!" He stops, but he doesn't acknowledge me. Then he keeps running. Fuck. I call back to the house. "Grayson." He sticks his head out. "Call Finn and see what he knows." He nods then leaves. I watch as Gale rounds the corner.

"Mom!" Grayson calls. "Finn hasn't seen them since 10 pm." Fuck.

I run up to the Mellarks shack and push the door open. It's never locked. They're not staying up like I was, and obviously Gale too. "Mellarks!" I scream. Not wanting to go up to their room. I have no idea what I would have seen. After walking in on them at least three times. My mind has been altered. I've definitely seen worse, thanks to the Capitol and Snow, but those two just sets something off in my mind. They've been like a little brother and sister to me for so long now.

I'm getting impatient. "MELLARKS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE NOW!" Just then I hear a thud, and a profanity or two. Haha, one of them probably fell out of bed.

Katniss POV:

After Peeta's breathing evens out I know he's asleep. His arms wrapped around me is the best feeling in the world. My eyes start to droop and I know that sleep will come. But I could look at his angelic face forever.

Some sound from downstairs keeps me half-awake though. Probably just Peyton getting home.

"MELLARKS GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE!" I hear the screech of Johanna. Being half-awake it doesn't bother me. But it freaks Peeta out. He jumps a foot in the air eyes wide awake and falls off the side of the bed.

"Fuck." He says under his breath. I sigh. Peeta's sleepy voice is seriously the sexiest shit ever.

We both toss on our robes. "What do you think she wants?" I ask him.

"I don't know." He yawns.

We get downstairs to a smirking Johanna. "Jo, it's 1 in the morning." I say complaining.

"Actually it's 1:40 brainless." She says, great, my favorite nickname returns from the grave. "Nice hair." She's referring to my sex hair. Typical.

"What do you want Johanna?" Peeta says trying to hide the fact that he's very annoyed.

"It's Gale." She says sternly. "Jane's not home yet and he went on a frenzy. I don't know what to do. He grabbed a knife and left."

"Why would he need a knife?"

"Wherever Jane is, Peyton's with her." Peyton's with Jane?

"Why would he need a knife?" Peeta asks more awake now.

"Fuck if I know." Johanna says. "All I know is that they're missing. I had Grayson call Finn and he said he didn't see them after the first two hours. Zane and Ronette haven't seen them either."

Jane and Peyton are missing? "Well we have to find them." I say grabbing my coat.

"Alright. Let's go." Peeta says. We all head out the door with coats and boots on.

Suddenly the bad gut feeling returns and I have a feeling it won't go away.