Part Two…here we go.

The characters of The Hunger Games Trilogy do not belong to me.

Just a recap: this takes place four years later.

Fated to Love

Part Two, Part Eleven

Peeta and Madge sat across from one another in an empty café, tea cups in their hands, and the encompassing silence between them.

Peeta's lunch companion placed her cup down and looked to him. "How was work?"

He shrugged in return, putting down his own cup, and looking to anything but her. "It was work."

"Oh, come on," Madge urged, attempting to lighten the dark mood that Peeta seemed to be in. "I read that you just broke ground on the skyscraper in the West End…and you're investing in that new art studio downtown…and that you've just closed a deal with Apple for the app—"

Peeta suddenly banged his fist on the table, the sound echoing through the café, and causing Madge to immediately go silent.

"We don't talk to one another about the app," he replied in a harsh tone. "We don't talk about my work or my life." Peeta met her eyes, ice in his own sharp blues. "You will never have that part of me again."

Madge felt the harsh sting of hurt—something she was used to with each of their meetings.

"Why do you even bother to hang out with me?"

"I do it because I made a promise to my Uncle." Peeta crossed his arms as he sat back barely regarding her. "Because after your father got let go from his firm for something he didn't do, then suffered that heart attack, my Uncle felt bad for your mother. She begged him to watch over you, even if she and your father can't stand the sight of you."

He took a sip from his cup before continuing, ignoring the fact that Madge was biting her lip so hard that it was drawing blood.

"Johanna will make good on her promise to hurt you. She hates you."

Madge took a breath, steadying the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. She had lost everything; her career, her family, and her self-esteem. She was well aware of what she had done and that it was reckless. It had caused Peeta's marriage to disintegrate and, with that, his one and only child.

She wasn't expecting mercy, but she didn't want to be treated like she was dirt on his shoe.

"And, you?" Madge managed to ask.

"I don't hate you, but I don't feel anything," Peeta replied, his tone cold…robotic. "So of course, my Uncle stuck us together. He stuck us together because you have no effect on me whatsoever. Nothing does."

They went back to sipping their tea.

"My God, you're a good looking man!"

Katniss kissed Sparrow's cheek as the umber eyes of his father stared back at her. The toddler was fascinated by Katniss, pressing his warm palms to her cheeks as he looked her over. She was his Godmother, though they had only seen one another through Skype video calls with his parents, Delly and Seneca, as well as having been at his christening via Seneca holding out his iPhone during the ceremony.

School had taken up a lot of her time as well as her thoughts—it helped a lot those first two years in Paris.

"He adores you already," Delly said as she joined them at the small round table in the kitchen nook of Seneca and Delly's home. She poured them each a cup of tea, putting one scoop of sugar in Katniss'. "You still like it that way, right?"

Katniss nodded, settling Sparrow in her lap. "Yes." She grinned at Delly, hair up and wearing an old flannel along with a pair of leggings, looking very much the on-the-go mom. "I can't believe you had a baby. More so, I can't believe you conceived him with my former boss!"

"Hold your tongue," Delly retorted with a grin. "It's not like either of us was expecting it. I don't think I've heard a man stutter that badly than when we found out."

"Let's not get into that." Seneca joined them at the table, kissing the top of Delly's head and ruffling his son's golden hair before grinning at Katniss. "I might've stuttered but you were the one threatening to sue because you were unaware that there was a 1% chance of ineffectiveness in your birth control."

"Well, let's just say it," Delly retorted. "We were totally belligerent." She looked to Katniss. "You would've loved it."

Katniss laughed. "I love hearing about it now."

"So are you ready for the show?" Seneca asked Katniss as he pour himself a cup of tea. "The preview pieces look great, by the way. And that article of you in the New York Times? I'm impressed."

"Why thank you, Seneca." She stirred her tea before taking a small sip. "I'm glad that I was able to impress you after all these years." Delly chuckled next to her. "Now tell me…when are you going to marry my friend?"

Seneca nearly choked on his drink. "What?"

"Sparrow is two now," Katniss said simply. "He's going to start asking why his parents refused to share the same last name since they practically share everything else."

"I tell you, Katniss. " Seneca eyed Delly who blushed. "I keep on asking her and she keeps saying no." He winked at Katniss. "Maybe now that you're here, I'll have a little more luck."

Katniss reached into her pocket and tossed a small box to Seneca. "Maybe this will help."

"What the fu—" Delly looked to her son, before continuing. "—duck." Seneca slid off his chair to get down on one knee. "You can't be serious."

"I know we've always talked about it," Seneca began, his gaze on Delly who had sank back into her chair in disbelief. "I figured that you wanted Katniss to be part of the wedding and that it would help that she be here to watch Sparrow if we went on a honeymoon. So I enlisted her help."

"Actually, Cartier's help," Katniss quipped, her arms around her Godson.

"So will you put me out of my misery already and marry me, Delly?" Seneca asked. He opened the box, revealing a large, empress-cut diamond. "It's only the rest of our lives."

Everyone held their breaths. Katniss could feel her own heart racing. She couldn't imagine what Seneca was feeling.

"Oh God…" Delly's blue eyes shimmered with tears. "I'm not even wearing a bra."

"That's not exactly the answer I was expecting," Seneca retorted with a quizzical brow.

Delly beamed. "I just thought that when this moment actually happened, I'd be wearing a bra…but yes."

"Yes?" Seneca repeated and his fiancée nodded in excitement, her hand out as he slipped the ring on her finger. Delly threw her arms around Seneca's neck and he pressed a kiss to her lips.

Katniss clapped before helping Sparrow clap as well. "Mommy and Daddy are finally getting married!"

Her Godson grinned at her and her chest ached seeing his innocent smile.

It was how she imagined Toad's smile may have looked like.

With a calming breath, Katniss stood up to congratulate her friends.

Peeta stepped out of his car, heading towards the front door of the Mellark Compound where Enobaria greeted him. He gave her a weary smile, going immediately to the kitchen. Brutus sat at the island and he nodded at Peeta who joined him.

"Long day?" his friend asked sympathetically.

"Just like any other," Peeta responded. "Where are the little ones?"

Sammy rushed in, a grin on his freckled face. "Not so little anymore, Uncle Peeta!" Though he was just turning nine, the boy had inherited his dad's hulking stature. There was a flutter of footsteps and the dark-haired girl jogged to the table, Enobaria following her. "But, Lacey here—"

"No little," the girl said, her arms out so Peeta could help her onto his lap. "Me big girl."

"I believe that," Peeta told her and Lacey smiled sweetly at him. "Don't let anyone tell you any different."

Lacey was an unexpected addition to the Mellark Compound. Katniss had been gone nearly a year when Enobaria and Brutus hesitantly told him that they were expecting. It was like a knife to the gut but he accepted it with a congratulatory hug for each of them.

But goddamn—it hurt sometimes to look at Lacey with her olive skin and raven hair. His goddaughter didn't even realize how much she resembled the only woman he ever loved. Looking at the girl made him think of what could have been if Toad had lived—that maybe he and Katniss would have added to their family by now.

Maybe they would have a little girl who looked like Lacey, except with blue eyes.

"Hey Uncle Peeta," Sammy called out hesitantly. "You okay? You sort of zoned out a little."

Peeta shook himself out of his stupor and gave the boy a smile. "I must be tired." He stood up, carrying Lacey and handing her to Brutus. "I should get to bed. Work tomorrow." Peeta ruffled Sammy's dark hair and kissed his goddaughter. "Good night, Sloans."

As Peeta walked out of the room, he made a beeline for the door next to the front entrance.

He walked to the security lock. "Always."

The door unlocked and Peeta walked down the long room, stopping at the main display. His parents stared at him, bright eyed and young. He smiled at their photo before looking to what was in front of their photo.

He reached carefully for the cup, once broken and carefully glued together after he retrieved Katniss' belongings at the hospital. Going to the chair adjacent to the display, Peeta's thumb moved over the frozen portrait of what Toad might've been.

"Hey Toad," Peeta spoke quietly. "It's Dad. I've been very busy at work. Your Grandpa Snow keeps on telling me to go on a vacation—so does your Aunt Johanna. But vacations were never my thing…though I did meet your mother during one." He smiled softly, remembering the bespectacled girl with the braid. "She was a different one, your mom. I can't say that I fell in love with her right away, but I think in the end, we did love each other—loved each other enough to know that we needed to let each other go."

Toad looked back at him and Peeta felt that wave of pain that often accompanied the sad realization that he was talking to nothing but an inanimate object.

"Today I could've sworn I felt your mother—even thought I saw a bit of her," he continued. "I can't tell anyone though. Everyone thinks that I've pretty much gone insane. Maybe they're right, but you have to understand for that brief, fleeting moment, my life was absolutely perfect. And, it was perfect because I was loved by your mother."

It was as if Toad suddenly replied to him, 'Why didn't you go find her?'

"Because I broke her. I broke us," Peeta explained. "I have nothing to offer her but hurt and pain. Someone as good and as pure as your mother deserves so much more."

'And, if you had the chance—if Mommy was here—would you go after her?'

"I'd like to think that I would be brave enough to," he said. "Katniss won't come back to Panem though. Not when you're everywhere…swimming in the air."

'Just because she was in Paris, it doesn't mean that she couldn't feel me, too.'

Peeta nodded in agreement, not bothering to wipe away the tears.

He didn't know how long he sat in that room, but a hand on his shoulder brought him back to reality. Peeta looked up to see Uncle Snow staring down at him, sorrow in his gaze.

He looked so much older…frailer.

"How long was I gone this time?" Peeta asked.

"Brutus says you've been here for about two hours," his Uncle explained. "Have you eaten?"

"I think so," Peeta said in confusion. He went to place the mug back in the display. "I was in the kitchen…"

The door squeaked and the two men looked to find Johanna in the doorway.

She gave Peeta a strained smile. "I haven't eaten yet. Would you stay with me while I do?"

He nodded and his cousin weaved her arm through his. "How was your day?"

Johanna smiled brightly, trying to disguise the need to break down into tears.

She and her dad hated days like these.

"It was good."

Johanna led him out of the room, nodding quickly at her dad so he could close the door.

"My baby!" Hani hugged Katniss tightly, pulling back to look her over. "Let me take a look at you…" Katniss did a twirl, displaying her fitted dress with its flared skirt and high heels. "You have always been beautiful, Katniss—but you look so grown-up now."

"Mama, I've missed you!" Katniss felt the tears burning in her eyes. "I'm sorry that I haven't been around—"

Her mother looked at her solemnly. "I understand. You needed time." Hani reached to cup her daughter's face. Katniss looked a lot thinner than she used to be, which was saying a lot. "But, I hope you always remember that we're family and we stick together."

Katniss nodded, her head falling to her mother's shoulder. She took in her mother's scent—the scent of Seam Island and of home.

Just like that, she felt herself slowly come back to life.

"There were times when I wanted to call—in the middle of the night," Katniss said into her mother's sleeve and she felt Hani's soothing hand circling on her back. "Sometimes it was so hard and I'd hear him crying and I just couldn't get to him…no matter how many medications I tried…nothing could get rid of his tears."

Hani led her further into Arena, which was closed that day. They sat down at a table and Katniss remembered that this was the very place was where Madge had ripped her heart out. She took a long breath, willing her anxiety away, before meeting her mother's eyes.

"So what helped you?' Hani asked, her hand reaching to cover Katniss' trembling one.

"Sketching, painting…distracting myself," Katniss replied. "But even at night, I'd find myself talking to him. I'd look at Toad's picture in the journal and he'd ask me about my art work." She smiled to herself, looking out onto the lonely street. "Sometimes I'd draw something randomly and convince myself that Toad asked me for it."

She turned to her mother, her grey eyes uncertain.

"Do you think I'm insane?"

Her mother shook her head, blue eyes full of understanding. "You lost a child, Katniss. We all mourn in different ways."

"Acknowledging him was how I really came to feel like myself again," she said softly. "I told myself to walk around Paris, pretend Toad and I were there together—like we were sightseeing. There was only one moment when he wasn't with me."

"When was that?" Hani asked gently.

"During sunset," Katniss told her, a slight rosiness returning to her paled face. "The sunset, whether I was on a bridge overlooking the Seine or in my apartment watching the rays reflecting off the Eiffel tower, was always for Peeta."

It had been a long time since his name had rolled off her lips.

"I need to tell you something, Katniss," her mother began. "Peeta—"

The restaurant door jingled and Prim rushed in, looking even more beautiful than when Katniss left her.

"Katniss!"

She jumped from her seat, pulling Prim into her embrace. "Oh my God…Prim!"

Prim tightened her hold. "I can't believe you're here…I'm not letting you go back now."

Their hug was suddenly tighter when Cato's long arms engulfed the two. "Hey, Katniss."

She managed to look up at her brother-in-law, smiling at him. "Hi Cato."

"Mommy? Daddy?"

The three pulled apart to look at the little boy, head full of blond waves with cheerful blue eyes.

Katniss gasped. At four, Jace looked like a mini-Peeta.

She knelt before him, giving him a smile. "Hi Jace. I bet you don't remember me—"

"You're my Aunt Katniss!" Jace exclaimed. He went to her, his hand reaching to touch her hair in innocent awe. His eyes traveled over her, beaming seeing her in front of him. "You're a princess…just like Uncle Peeta said!"

Katniss looked to the adults. "Uncle Peeta?"

Jace grinned at her as she stood up, slightly less steady.

"On Sundays, Uncle Peeta takes me to the park or the carousel…he's teaching me to read and write—I can write some words now…like my name…Mommy's name…Daddy's…even Grandma's…Grandpa Haymitch…"

"How about me?"

Katniss whipped around to see Johanna standing before her; hair a little bit longer, eyes dark and full of wisdom, but there was still that telltale smirk on her thin lips.

A bright smile rose from within her.

"Johanna."

Soon, there was no space between their embrace.

Walking down the corridor of cubicles, Peeta stopped at the empty one that was once Katniss'. There were no longer Post-Its on its walls, pictures on the desk surface, or that funny little toad figurine that she kept.

He didn't know why he thought that he would still feel her in this space.

"Peeta." Turning, he found Seneca approaching him with an anxious smile on his lips. The two shook hands and Peeta nodded at the man congenially. "It's good to see you!"

"Haven't checked out the office in a while and I had some free time." Peeta met his eyes, giving him a brief grin. "I don't usually decide to just drop by. Rue is on vacation and there was no one in my office…"

"Do you want to join me and Delly?" Seneca asked suddenly. "We're just having a small lunch with Sparrow."

"Sparrow?"

"Our son." The man smiled proudly as they walked towards his office. "He's two and a bundle of energy—but his mother is Delly so I'm not that surprised!"

Seneca opened his office door and Peeta stepped inside to find Delly sitting on the floor in her navy pantsuit, heels off and placed next to her. Beside her was a little blond boy with deep-brown eyes wearing a button-down shirt and khakis.

They both turned at the sound and Delly stood up, scooping the toddler up with her.

"Peeta!" Delly rushed over and gave him a one-armed hug. "It's great to see you."

"Hello, Delly." He smiled at the woman and then looked to the little boy in her arms. "Hello Sparrow."

Sparrow looked to him before holding out his arms to be carried by the man before him.

"Have a seat, Peeta," Delly said as Seneca helped her up. "I'll set everything up."

Peeta walked to the beige couch, holding Sparrow carefully. "I hope I'm doing this right."

"Oh, Sparrow is fine," Seneca assured him as he brought the basket to the table. "He's a resilient boy." He gazed tenderly at his son. "He may look small but the kid can eat, he doesn't mind if he falls when he walks, and he'll run around our house until we give up and let him tear the place apart."

"Sounds like a future mogul to me," he said to the man.

Delly had set the food out on the coffee table in front of the couch and as Peeta looked at the setup, his mind flashed back to the lunches he used to have with Katniss. The containers that Delly and Seneca had even looked the same as the ones that Katniss used to bring from the compound.

His heart began to race, his mind filling with thoughts of lunches full of her sweet laughter…

"You okay?" Delly suddenly asked, her blue eyes full of concern. "We kind of lost you there."

"Sorry." Peeta gave her a sheepish smile, his mind clearing. "I get like this sometimes." He looked between the couple sitting in the chairs in front of him. "So what else is going on—non-office wise?"

"Well…" Seneca looked to Delly, who nodded in excitement, before turning back to him. "I proposed to Delly recently and she accepted."

Delly presented the diamond on her ring finger.

Peeta grinned at them, feeling the rush of happiness for the couple. "That's really wonderful. Congratulations." He looked down at the little boy in his lap, tickling his chin. "Your Mom and Dad are getting married!"

Sparrow nodded in agreement. "Yesh…yesh."

"He's smart," Peeta told the couple and they beamed. "So how did the proposal happen?"

Seneca and Delly looked to one another. When they met his eyes once more, Peeta could see the anxiousness in them.

"It was about two days ago," Delly said carefully. "And, I was having some tea with…" She stopped and Seneca took her hand in his. "Peeta, I don't know if anyone told you—but, Katniss is back."

"These are really great, Katniss." Johanna put down the booklet for Katniss' upcoming gallery show on the round table. "I'm proud of you."

"Thanks." She smiled at the woman in front of her. Her clasped hands fidgeted for a moment and she looked down at them before meeting Johanna's eyes. "So…how is he?"

Johanna sighed, her eyes downcast. "He's a little older, a little sadder." She laughed bitterly to herself. "But, aren't we all?"

Katniss took in a short breath before nodding in agreement. "I sure am."

"So what do you want me to tell him?" Johanna asked, her eyes trained on the woman in front of her. "Because he's going to find out you're back."

"I don't know," Katniss replied helplessly. "I don't even know how we'll react to one another. Will it be bad? Possibly."

"Brainless. The both of you." Johanna shook her head. "I don't want you to be surprised about this either, but a lot of shit went down after you left."

Katniss straightened in worry. "Like what?"

"He went after you, Katniss," Johanna said to her. "The day you got on that plane, he went to the airport and he tried to reach you. But, it was too late…and you were gone. Then Peeta…he just sort of gave up on himself."

Tears began to fill Katniss' eyes and she looked around trying to keep her herself calm.

Her gaze went to Prim with Cato sitting nearby while Jace colored in a book. Her mother was sitting up front, laptop on her table as she looked through the restaurant ledger. Her Uncle Haymitch, who had arrived a little after Johanna, was by the bar, drying glasses and watching her in concern.

She looked to Johanna. "What do you mean?"

"He's different…reclusive," Johanna started carefully. She didn't want to go further into her cousin's behavior including the nights of restlessness or finding him asleep in Toad's nursery. Or the fact that he kept a broken mug as some sort of shrine for their son. "Dad is kind of at his wit's end with him."

"Oh." Katniss smoothed her skirt tensely. "Is there anyone else?"

Crossing her arms, Johanna smirked at her.

"No, nothing even close. How could anyone even compare to you?"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Katniss continued, "Then why didn't he come to Paris and get me?"

"I think that's something that you should be asking him."

"Your Mom is back, Toad."

Peeta sat in the long room, his laptop in front of him and the mug resting on the table next to it. After Seneca and Delly had explained to him that Katniss came back to Panem for her art show, he went off on an immediate hunt for information.

The New York Times ran an article on her featuring several photos of her and regarding her as the newest sensation of the art world. She looked lovely, standing in front of her painting of a highly-colorized version of the Eiffel Tower, with that same shy smile that had always caught him off-guard.

"She's always been an artist," he continued, his eyes on the pictures of her on his Google search. "But, you were her muse." Peeta looked to the mug. "This makes me look like some kind of stalker, doesn't it?"

'You only want to know that she's doing well,' Toad argued in his head.

"I guess," Peeta said unsurely. "She looks different...there's a bit of sadness in her eyes. Your mom hasn't forgotten you—I still see you in her gaze."

He continued to read up on Katniss' rise to fame; her beginning years as one of many protégés trying to find their artistic eye—she immediately stood out because she already had a clear-cut vision of herself as an artist. Her pieces were always bright, balancing between caricaturist and edge, and seemed heavily influenced by Margaret Keane with a much more saturated color palette.

Her portraits were doe-eyed—winsome—but there was a sadder quality to them, according to the interviewer. It seemed that Katniss Everdeen had gone through some heartache but wasn't ready to confront it.

So her art spoke for her.

Peeta smiled to himself, his finger reaching to outline that delicate face on his screen. He was unbelievably proud of Katniss.

The last bit of the article mentioned her show in the city—which would be starting the upcoming weekend. The gallery was close to her old office and was actually owned by his company.

'So are you going to go?' Toad asked, a hint of mischief in his childish voice.

Peeta couldn't answer.

Katniss turned on the light, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor as she walked further into the studio. Around her were large crates containing her art pieces, but she had come to see one piece and one piece only.

Towards the end of the space, Katniss found it set on the easel that she left it on that morning.

Pulling up a stool, she sat in front of the picture.

"Hey Toad." Katniss smiled at the portrait, her throat closing as she gazed at those familiar blue eyes and thick hair that haunted her dreams. "We're finally back in Panem. I saw your Grandma Hani and Grandpa Haymitch as well as your Uncle Cato and Aunt Prim. Your cousin, Jace, is so big now!"

'And, Daddy?' the sudden soft voice whispered.

"I spoke to your Aunt Johanna," she replied. "She says that he's different…sadder." Katniss caught herself, her hand gripping the sides of the stool to keep her from breaking down. "He acts like I feel. I mean, I was never that good at saying something like he was."

Reaching into the pocket of her dress, she pulled out her old glasses and put them on before looking to Toad's painting.

"Everyone thinks it's just so easy to smile sometimes, but we went through something that no one will ever understand. And, I want to shout and be angry…and cry…but I can't."

'Why?'

"Because if I do, I don't think I'll stop."

"Where are you headed?" Rue asked Peeta as he stepped out of the office while adjusting his black tie. She gave him a smile. "You look nice. Hot date?"

"Not exactly." His assistant marched over to him and her hands reached to help him fix his tie, before making sure that the rest of his attire was in top shape. "She's back, Rue."

Rue's head snapped up, her already large eyes widening at his words. "You're going to see her." She grinned, her eyes watering at the thought. "You should bring flowers!"

"I'm not exactly going to see her," he replied anxiously. "I was going to go to the gallery where her art show is going to be. Maybe she'll be there…maybe she won't."

"You're Peeta Mellark. You have connections," the woman in front of him stated. "So you already know."

Peeta met her eyes worriedly. "But, I don't want to go in there and just be like, 'Surprise! It's me, your ex!'"

Rue chuckled at his words as she patted down his tie. "I for one feel that if you're meant to meet, then things will just fall into place."

"Maybe I should bring flowers," Peeta suddenly said.

Shaking her head, Rue put her hands to his shoulders to usher him towards the elevator. "I'll have Brutus bring you to the flower shop. A bouquet will be ready by the time you're there."

Peeta kissed her cheek. "Don't ever take another vacation."

Rue beamed at him. "It's nice to see you smile again."

The gallery was located at the corner of the street. Peeta approached, crossing the street, his grip on a small bouquet of pure-white tulips. His eyes went to the wide windows of the gallery and Peeta went to the display to look at the sign holder by the gallery with Katniss' photo in it.

His peripherals caught a movement inside the gallery and Peeta felt his body still—that rush of excitement and longing filling his body when he realized that Katniss was just a few feet away.

She was talking to a woman, pointing to marked spaces on the white walls, as the woman wrote furiously.

He was breathless at the sight of his ex-wife.

Indeed, she had changed. Her usually braided hair was now worn down in soft waves. Those glasses that he once thought were atrocious, but came to adore over time, no longer covered her heart-shaped face.

In her fitted white blazer, black trousers, and slinky cerulean top, Katniss Everdeen was the height of sophistication—the kind of girl that any guy would be proud to have on his arm.

However, he longed for the woman that he knew was inside—the one who wore glasses and simple sweaters, the one who sang 'Uma Thurman' with him, the one whose kiss made him want to hold her and never let go.

"There she is, Toad," he found himself whispering as he stared at her through the window, a smile grazing his lips. "Your mother."

However, just as Peeta raised his hand to the window, a dark-haired man walked up behind Katniss and tapped her shoulder. Her face lit up and she reached to engulf the man in an embrace as he easily lifted her off the ground.

Peeta turned away—he couldn't watch this.

He couldn't watch Gale Hawthorne kiss Katniss.

No! Yes!

I'm all about words…so read carefully, tread light, and try not to freak out. Not everything is what it seems—especially when it comes to relationships in this story.

We'll get more of Gale next chapter…and more of Madge.

Speaking of Madge, she's a bit of a pathetic creature, isn't she? I don't expect anyone to feel bad for her because she has a long road to redemption. Trust me, it's coming and not in the nicest way.

I think that it's cool that Peeta and Katniss talk to Toad—even if it's just in their heads.

Don't you love the new children? So many! I love that Lacey is like a mini-Katniss and Sparrow is like a mini-Peeta. In order, here are the children's ages: Jace-4, Lacey-3, and Sparrow-2.

Will there be more children? That is a definite possibility.

Any predictions on other pairings? There is one, but I doubt I'll mention it—it's more behind-the-scenes.

And, when will our couple meet again?

Also, how involved is Peeta when it comes to the Everdeen family? Judging by the fact that he sees Jace most Sundays, it must be a lot.

Reviews are love and I love hearing your happiness, anger, etc.

Next, Part Two, Part Twelve—the Art Show.

Until then, JLaLa