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Haymitch finally left the house. He's totally charmed by our little Prue. Who won't be? She's perfect. Peeta just finished the second crib and Prue is resting in it while Peeta is watching over her. I'm in the nursery trying to find some place for all the stuffed animals. Prue is only on the world for like 3 days and she already the most spoiled baby I know. The rest of the animals for which there is no place are going to end up downstairs. My favorite stuffed animal is the little bear. He seems so innocent when he's stuffed but in real life his dangerous. Who won't like a little brown bear with a pink bowtie? When the nursery looks as perfect as my daughter I go back downstairs. Peeta is leaning over the crib watching our daughter sleeping. He turns his head to see me enter in the living room and go back at admiring mini-us. I sit down in the sofa to have a good view on my man and my baby. "Why are you looking at?" He asks me. What else could I be looking at except for him or Prue? "You, her, my family." My family. I have my very own family now, and I won't let anyone taking it away from me. Peeta takes a sit next to me and I lean my head on him. "I love you." He whispers in my ear. He closes his arms around me and I put my hands on his. "I love you too Peeta."

I guess I probably fell asleep because when I open my eyes I'm laying down on the sofa with a blanket on me. I stand up too look at my little girl in the crib. I walk over to her, to find an empty crib. Peeta isn't in the room, he probably took her with him. I walk to the kitchen, which I find empty. I walk into every single room from the ground floor and each one is empty. I try to stay calm and walk upstairs. No one in the guest room, no one in the nursery. Now I'm trying to worry. "Peeta?" I say trying not to yell? No answer. I'm starting to think at everything that could possible go wrong. Then I noticed that the door of our bedroom is not entirely closed. Slowly I walk over there. I open the door hoping to find Peeta holding our little princess in his arms, or playing with her on our bed. I push the door open and there they are. They're both lying down on the bed. Wait, why does we have red sheets? I walk closer to them and march on something on the ground. I lean over to take what it is I just walked on. When I look at the object I'm holding I see a white rose. When I smell at his disgusting perfume I see the most horrible seen I could ever have seen. Peeta laying down with open eyes on the bed and a frighten look on his face, holding my little girl. When I approach even more, I see neither of them breathing and I discover that the sheets are not just red, but covered of their blood.

I open my eyes screaming. Prue starts to cry and I stand up to take her in my arm. I slowly rock Prue to calm her down when Peeta runs into the living room. "Katniss? Are you okay?" He asks coming closer. "Yeah. I'm sorry." Years after what happened I still have nightmares about it. "Nightmare?" He asks me. I nod and he takes me in his arms carefully not to hurt Prue. "Want to talk about it?" Oh yeah, I'm just going to tell the guy I love most in the entire world that I just saw him on bed blooding his guts out with my little newborn. "No, I just want to forget about it and you to hold me close." He holds me closer to him and I inhale his perfume. He smells is a mix of sweat and flour, but I can't help but love it. We stay like this for five long minutes before I finally let go of him, feeling a bit better. "So what are baking?" I ask him to change subject. "How do you know I'm baking?" Well that's an easy on. I hold Prue closer to me and with me left hand I remove some flour of his face. "That's how I now it." I tell him putting a little smile on my face. "Well I can't hide anything from you can't I." He says with a smile till his ears. "I was making a welcome to the world cake for Prue. Not that she'll be able to eat. I just wanted to make today special. Since it's the first day we're at home with her." What a great idea. "Need any help?" I ask him, I'd probably ruin it but I can still ask. "Not really, I'm almost done." Too bad. "Well go back to work than bread boy." I joke. He walks into the kitchen and I follow him in it still slowly rocking Prue. I take the first chair I see and sit down. Prue stops crying as I give her one of my fingers to hold. It's like she has an on and off button. When you have her your finger she stops crying. While my daughter seems to play with my finger I'm watching a working Peeta. He really is an artist. I can't help but seeing that last image I saw during my dream. I try to just forget about it.

I went back into the living room and took the camera. I putted Prue back in her crib and started to take pictures of her under every possible angle. I wanted to photograph every single detail of my little girl. Of course I didn't use the flash to make them, I wouldn't like making this beautiful little girl blind. I can see Prue is a little agitated in her crib and softly starts to sing her back into sleep. Just as I start singing her little eyes closes by themselves. Well, she did like hearing my singing when she still was in my belly. I walk back to the kitchen but stay in the door opening so I don't lose Prue out of sight and start to take pictures of my man baking. "Smile!" I say while I push on the button. He looks at me with one of his biggest smile and I took the picture. I start to laugh when I noticed his face is now practically entirely covered of flour. "Someone is going to need a shower." Too bad I won't be able to join him in it. Mom said no extra activities till at least a month. How I'm I supposed to do that with a man like Peeta?! Peeta walks towards me hiding his on hand. "Peeta…" I say walking backwards. He walks faster and throws some flour at me too. "I'm not the only one." He says laughing. "Shhuutt… She's sleeping." I whisper trying to contain my laugh. Peeta comes closer to me and kisses me on my flour covered lips. Without even noticing he took the camera out of my hand and starts taking pictures of me. Not laughing is becoming even more difficult seeing him do that! When I try to take the camera back he starts running away from me and I chase after him. When I get close to him he turns and takes me in his arms. It's a good thing he completely mastered walking on his artificial leg because I'm sure we would have fell on the ground if he didn't. "Got me." He whispers in my ear. He hands me the camera over and I start taking pictures of both of. Now even the camera is covered of flour. I take a picture of us kissing. If that's a good one it's going to end up just above our bed. "Your mine." I say joking. "I'm yours for always and forever." He adds taking me in his arms. "And I'm yours, always and forever." I whisper just before we kiss.

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