So I've just received a complaint because Mo used the word 'Injuns' when he, Reed and Cinna were playing Indians (because of the story he'd read to them). I was asked to revise the chapter because of it or they'll report the story and my reply was that, unless I get any more complaints, the chapter is staying is it is so now is the time to come forward. If anyone finds that word and the way that I used it offensive then let me know and I'll happily change it.

I would also like to express that I'm not racist and the reason I'm not changing it right now is because I think that the complainant is being picky for the sake of being picky. Plus, there are stories out there that have intended racism in them. So...yeah.

I'm annoyed. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter! (Short one to fill the time since I haven't been able to upload as much since I went back to work)

It was a beautiful day; not too hot and not too cold and my boys were dressed in elegant black suits, custom made by Cinna.

I watched as he finished dressing them; placing tall black hats on their heads, clipping deep purple ties to the collar of their white shirts and tucking purple handkerchiefs into their suit pockets. "And we're finished" he mutters, stepping back to marvel at his handiwork just as Mo decides to start picking his nose.

My eyes filled with tears; of course I'd seen Reed dressed like this before, for Gale and Johanna's wedding, but seeing the both of them together- "They're perfect, Cinna" I sniff.

He chuckles before looking at me "so are you." He'd made a dress for me, purple to match the boys ties, and it was beautiful; though I'd expect nothing less from Cinna. He'd also done my makeup; it wasn't as extravagant than what had been done in the capitol but it still made me look different.

"So, do I look handsome or what?" Peeta asks as he walks into our bedroom; he was dressed the same way as the boys.

"You always look handsome" I say, walking over to him and straightening his tie. "Look at our boys, Peeta"

Peeta looks down at his sons and I see his face soften from that crooked grin, the one he always reserves for me; it was like his face was melting like butter. "Look at you two" he sighs, crouching down to see them better "do you two know how smart you look?"

"Look like you, daddy" Reed tells him.

"Injuns!" Mo yells, making us jump.

"You'd better go and get ready" I tell Cinna "see you in an hour." I walk him to the front door before heading over to my mother's house.

Before the rebellion and both of my games it's not exactly a secret that I had much respect for my mother; I'd felt as though she'd abandoned us and it took me a while to accept the fact that it hadn't been her fault. After my first games, I made more of an effort with her and, eventually, it became natural and I loved her as I should. However, I never thought that she would ever re-marry; the love that she and my father shared was potent and rare so, now that she was standing before me, looking like the woman I remember before the death of my father, beautiful. She was the absolute definition of perfection and it made my heart swell.

"Mom, you look radiant" I tell her "honestly."

Her smile stretches from ear to ear as she carefully embraces me, trying not to smudge the new face Effie had worked so hard on. "Thank you, Katniss; that means a lot, coming from you."

I shake my head "you have my absolute blessing; there is no doubt in my mind that Cinna can help pick up the pieces you thought were once lost." I say, trying to assure her that I wasn't hiding any grudges against either her or Cinna for marrying because, truly, I didn't.

"I never thought-" she sighs "I never thought that I would ever feel happy again, let alone fall in love and then he walks into our lives and-"

"I love him too, Mom; Cinna and I…well, he was my first friend in the Capitol. He always knew what to say to me."

My mother nods "he says that about you as well; it's a very special bond you have with him, Katniss, that's half the reason why I was unsure of this union. I really didn't want to take him away from you."

I embrace her again "I don't feel as though you are" I tell her "I just want you to be happy and, with him, I know that you are because I can see it." When I release her, I take her hands. "Mom" I sigh "I know that I haven't exactly been fair to you; after dad died-"

"Katniss" she stops me but I am persistent.

"No, mom, let me do this." I start again "after dad died, both Prim and I were so young; I felt abandoned. Not only had I lost my father but my mother too and it was up to me to keep us all from starving. I never told you this but Peeta saved our lives; that bread I came home with, well, he gave it to us. Anyways" I shake my head, trying to get back to what I was trying so say "back then, I didn't understand how you could leave us but now that I know better…I just want to apologise. I am really sorry for the grief I gave you for all those years."

"No, Katniss" but she's smiling "you have no reason to apologise; no more reason than I do. I am sorry that I was unable to care for you when you, both of you, needed me the most but you stopped being a child the moment I stopped being your parent. You grew up too fast to care for Prim, you no longer needed me. I hold no resentment towards you for your behaviour; your love for Prim saved us all. How could I ever resent your for that?" She places both hands on my cheeks "I love you more than you will ever know, honey, and I am so proud of you." Mom pauses for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Katniss, I didn't want to ask you before now because I didn't want you to feel obliged but I would really like it if you would give me away today."

Involuntary tears fill my eyes and, before I know it, I'm sobbing into my mother's shoulder. It takes me a while to be able to form a coherent 'yes' but I finally manage it and we end up sobbing into each other's shoulders.

Effie walks in on us ten minutes later, sighs heavily and mutters something about her hard work being ruined before she leads my mother back upstairs…probably to reapply her makeup. "Go home, Katniss;" she calls to me from the landing "I'll be over soon to do your makeup."

Peeta's face was a picture of confusion when I finally return and sink down in a chair at the kitchen table. "What's wrong?" He asks, rushing over to me "did you fight with your mother?"

I shake my head "no, she asked me to give her away today." I stare at him for a moment before my vision blurs with more tears.

I hear him laugh before I'm pulled into his chest "what am I going to do with you, Katniss?" He asks.

The ceremony was beautiful; Cinna looked remarkable in his suit but not as much as my mother in her dress. I managed to walk down the aisle, with my mother, without shedding a tear but when it was time to place her hand atop Cinna's and announce that I was giving her to away, I could barely speak and spent the next half hour, sat beside my husband, drowning in silent tears.

And, the next day, we were on the train leaving district twelve.

It was a last minute decision, to leave the boys behind; Peeta and I had discussed it at length and thought that they'd be better off staying. I trusted my mother and Cinna with my life so I knew that they would do what they could to protect them.

I missed them already.

Gale and Effie had also opted to stay behind with their children, Gale also taking care of Annie and Finnick's two. "If they're hauling to the capitol under false pretences" Finnick had said "I don't want to be taking my children; it would be like those kids in front of the mansion, before the bombs went off."

We all agreed with this because, as much as we didn't want to leave them behind, we didn't want them to be a part of this, if it was a, trap.