The screens stay up whilst I sleep and for a little while after as Peeta and I try and wrap our heads around being parents. My mother doesn't allow visitors until the next day, after the screens have been removed.

"He looks like a frog" Finnick comments as he cradles Reed; Peeta looking protectively on, ready to jump in if necessary but I felt relaxed with Finnick holding my son. He may be a bit unstable but I could see the concentration on his face; he was trying hard to hold it together so that my son was kept safe. "We have a lot of frogs in four" he states "he definitely looks like this one that was hiding on my boat one time." Then he sees Peeta's face and says "it was an adorable frog…"

"Chill, Peeta" I laugh

"He just compared Reed to a frog!" Peeta splutters, making me laugh even harder.

"An adorable frog" Finnick reminds him, smiling.

"What's so funny?" Gale asks, coming over and sitting beside me on the bed.

"Finnick" I say, shaking my head as I pat my husband's hand. It still overwhelms me how protective he is, it's cute to watch.

"I was just saying that Reed looks like this frog that was hiding on my boat." Finnick tells him.

Gale peers down at Reed's face and laughs "he does a little, yeah."

That's when Peeta explodes "my son does not look like a frog!"

Three days after the bombings stop we are allowed out of the bunker; we had to visit the hospital first so that Reed and I could be checked over and were giving the all clear but, as Peeta and I walk toward our new living space (ours was destroyed in the bombings, it's lucky Prim had the thought to grab the baby clothes otherwise I'd have lost them.), I am slightly awed by how people were now treating me. It seems that, giving birth to Reed in the bunker, has made me seem a lot more human which means that I'm now a lot more likeable and, of course, a lot of people had come over for a cuddle and to coo over the first baby who'd been born in thirteen for almost five years. They were moving out of the way for us, letting Peeta and myself through, being careful not to bump into me whilst I held Reed.

It was nice, weird but nice.

Plutarch came and found me just as we'd settled Reed down in the new crib. "Katniss, there you are; I was hoping to catch you before you'd left the bunker."

"What do you want?" I ask.

Then he catches sight of Reed and his expression changes "when did-"

"First night we were down in the bunker" I say.

"Oh, well, congratulations" he nods "boy or girl?"

"Boy" Peeta says.

"Congratulations again; anyway, Katniss, Coin was hoping that we could borrow you and Finnick for a propo; just to show the districts that the Capitol bombed us but we're ok. Peeta and the baby can come too, would be nice to get a picture of the three of you."

"Where?" I ask, narrowing my eyes

"Outside; don't worry, it's completely safe. The area has been declared non-threatening."

I turn to Peeta who just shrugged. We'd discussed Coin and Plutarch using our son in pictures and propos and decided that one photo, to show the districts, wouldn't hurt. "Only picture of the three of us" I tell him "no more and definitely no propos with him."

"Just the picture" Plutarch nodded "got it; shall we?"

Peeta takes charge of Reed; I know that he trusts Plutarch less than I do so I don't deny him of the task of protecting our son as I know that it'll help him feel a little more comfortable.

We collect Finnick, Haymitch and the film crew before heading right up to the top and out into the open. I look around, there was minimal damage out here, only a few craters. "What's that smell?" Peeta asks, moving to stand beside me.

I sniff and instantly reel back as I recognise it. Roses. The same roses that Snow had sent me.

"What is it?" He asks, moving closer.

"Roses" I gasp, trying hard not to vomit but failing.

The smell of the roses seem to unhinge something in my brain as I remember Finnick telling me why the Capitol had Annie. That's when I realise that I'm the reason Cinna is being tortured in the Capitol and become so hysterical that they have to sedate me.

Haymitch is sitting beside me when I finally open my eyes; he looks a little morose. "They've decided to try and liberate those that are being held captive in the Capitol" he tells me.

"What? Why? When?!"

"Just after they sedated you" he replies "they had to sedate Finnick as well. They've already gone, Katniss."

"Who's they" I ask.

"Boggs, a few of the others and Gale."

I close my eyes. Of course Gale would go. He knows how much Cinna means to me. "Where's Peeta?"

"I told him to go and rest up; he's back in your room with Reed. He'll be back soon."

"Ok" I nod before swinging my legs out of bed.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not sitting here, doing nothing, whilst my best friend is out there risking his life; I want to do something. I want to be useful so I'm going to see Coin."

"And do what?" He asks, following me out of my old hospital room.

"I don't know" I admit "but I'm sure that Plutarch has a few tricks up his sleeve. Just make sure he leaves Reed alone."

"It's top of my list, Sweetheart."

"Katniss!" Finnick calls as we pass his room "Wait! Katniss, what's going on? Nobody will tell me anything!" He catches up with us looking desperate.

"They sent a rescue mission out" I tell him, taking his hand, "they're getting Annie, Finnick, and Cinna and Johanna."

"Yeah?" He asks, his blue eyes looking into mine.

I nod "yeah and I'm going to go and see Coin so that I don't feel so damn useless whilst everyone's out fixing the things I broke. You want to come?"

"What are you thinking?" He asks, sounding more interested than Haymitch when he'd asked the question.

"Dunno" I shrug "maybe go and try to do what they wanted us to do before."

Finnick nods "beats sitting around. Let's go."

We find Plutarch, with Coin, in the control room and, when we told them what we wanted, Plutarch was almost skipping. "We're up for trying it again" he said "but is there any chance that we could get Peeta and-"

"No" I snap "they're staying out of it today. You can use Finnick and myself but my husband and son are left alone."

"Not even for a picture?" He asks

I sigh in irritation "you're not going to stop asking me until you get one, are you?"

"The easiest way to get me to leave you alone is to just grant me permission for a picture. It'll show the Capitol that you're happily married and now have family; nothing gives hope more than a new born."

"He's right, Katniss" Finnick says quietly.

"Fine, we can get them on the way."

Peeta looked surprised to see us when I open the door; it looked as though he was about to come and see me in the hospital. "Oh this will do just lovely!" Plutarch says, letting himself into the room and looking around "yes, Katniss, you won't be wearing your mockingjay suit for this picture; we want you to look like a mother, not a rebel. Like a normal person."

Peeta and I were directed to sit on the floor with Reed; they took several pictures of us playing with him, me holding him with Peeta kissing him, Peeta holding him with me kissing him, standing up and having a family hug, on the bed all curled up together and it wasn't until Haymitch snapped at them did they finally decide they had enough material to work with.

"Don't worry, Katniss," Plutarch says "we'll only use one picture for the districts but we can print them out for you if you want."

"Oh" I blink at him, my frustration ebbing at his offer "that would be lovely, thank you."

Peeta came up to the surface with us, thinking that it would be good for Reed to get some fresh air, and watched as we filmed with Cressida and the bugs. When I was done, I went over to Haymitch who was talking to Finnick. "You don't have to" he tells him.

"I know" Finnick nods "but I want to, people should know."

I sit beside Peeta, accepting our son from him, and watch as Finnick spills his deepest, most darkest secrets.

"Peeta" I say quietly as I force myself to look away from Finnick and his tales of the Capitol "I have to go to the Capitol; I have to fight with the others."

He turns to look at me "there's nothing I can say that'll change your mind, is there?" I shake my head "then I'll only agree if I come with you."

"But what about Reed, we can't both leave him!" I say. The truth was that I was still fighting hard to keep Peeta alive and if he comes to the Capitol with me I can't guarantee his safety.

"No, we should both stay with him" Peeta nods "but I know you and I know that you love him but you won't stay and if you won't then neither will I. Your mom and Prim can care for him."

"But, Peeta, if we both go-"

"If we die then we die together" he says shortly "Katniss, if we don't come home to him, your mother will tell him that we died trying to secure a better life for him, for the future generations of Panem. That's not a bad thing to die for, is it?"

I shake my head "I don't want you to come Peeta. I don't want you there with me" though this is truth it is also a lie. I couldn't imagine going into battle without him. It would be like entering the arena alone.

"Tough. If you go then I go. End of conversation, Katniss, no negotiations." He turns back to Finnick and I know better than to press him when he was already upset.

The rescue mission is a success; they managed to bring back Johanna, Annie and Cinna who are all fine, just in poor condition. Cinna was in so much pain that he is being kept sedated so that he can heal without having to suffer any more but he smiled at me when I greeted him and even managed to say "I knew that I was right to bet on you, girl on fire."

That evening, Peeta is still being off with me; he's already in bed, with his back to me, as I put Reed down. I felt bad, no matter how much I loved my Peeta, I always ended up hurting him in some way. "Peeta" I whisper, sitting on the edge of the bed and running my hand up his arm but he just shrugs me off. "Fine" I sigh, getting up and leaving our living space before letting myself in through the door opposite. He could take care of Reed tonight if he wasn't going to talk to me. It was almost like a slap in the face, he often moans that I shut down and don't let him in when I should and now he was doing it to me.

"Katniss?" Prim whispers as I climb into bed beside her "what's wrong?"

"I've upset Peeta" I tell her, done with skirting around the truth "he's not talking to me. Do you mind if I sleep in here?"

"Of course not" she says, shuffling over a bit more to give me a little more space. "Want to talk about it?"

I tell her what I'd told Peeta and explain why I want to go and explain why I didn't want him to go. I try to get her to see why I should be in the Capitol fighting with the others and why Peeta should stay here with Reed but she seems to take Peeta's side.

"You think that he doesn't have a bone to pick with the Capitol?" She asks "you think that it's just you Snow has hurt? Katniss, Snow put you in that arena knowing that you were pregnant with Peeta's child!"

"I know" I sigh "and I don't think that I'm the only one that he's hurt but I feel as though I owe it to people to fight since I was the one who accidentally triggered the rebellion."

"Ok, they're using you as their symbol" my little sister nods "but I think that the rebellion would have happened either way, you were just the flame that ignited the fuse."

"But what use am I if I'm stuck here as some kind of house wife?"

"Katniss," she sighs deeply "you've got to think of someone other than yourself; Peeta needs you and, more importantly, so does Reed. If you don't come back, you think he'll remember you? He's only days old, Katniss."

"So you think that I should stay?"

"No, I think that you should consider all of your options before jumping head first into something this huge."

"But if I do decide to go, you and mother will look after Reed won't you?"

"No, we're going to let him starve" I could almost feel her eyes rolling "of course we'll look after him. Sleep, Katniss. You'll think better when you're properly rested."