What happens to Katniss and Peeta after Mockingjay? Alongside how they cope with their nightmares and memories of the games? Read along to find out.

Katniss and Peeta have been back in District twelve for a few years now, the have already grown closer again. But will Katniss' and Peeta's relationship carry on? Will they be more than 'Star Crossed Lovers'? Will they become a family?


17. The Letter

Two days after Willow was born, we were allowed to bring her home. Of course when we left the hospital, there was a crowd of people gathering just to get a glimpse of Willow, and photographers and camera men. I held Willow close to me. I feel awful for her, she is only a few days old but she will be having cameras and people follow her around for quite a while.


"Good night Willow. Love you" I say to Willow as I place her into her crib. I sit with her until she falls asleep and before I leave I plant a kiss onto her head.


When I am on my way downstairs, I notice something suspicious. Prim's bedroom door is open. I haven't been in her room since she got killed in the capitol and I know Peeta wouldn't go in it. I wonder over to her room, I'm only standing in the doorway when the first tears come. I walk through the doorway into her small, cosy room. On the wall there are three pictures. One of Me and Prim she was around six at the time and I was around ten. The second of her and Mom, the third of the family, Me, Prim, Mom and Dad, Prim looks to be around three years old and is sat on mothers knee, I am around seven and I am sat on my father’s knee. A few more tears run down my cheek. Her bed is neatly made and her school bag set at the end. She must have been doing homework on the night of the bombing. If she wasn't doing her homework, she would always put her bag by the window. I wonder over to her desk. On it there is her hair brush, a book a pen and a piece of paper. I pick up the paper and it has 'Dear Katniss' written on it. I decide to read it.


Dear Katniss,


I know you probably won't be reading this because you are dead. I mean I hope you aren’t but you’re in the Hunger games again, there isn't a high chance of you coming back again. Someone once told me that dead people could read, so if you are dead and reading this please remember that mom and I will always love you and you are the best big sister anybody could possibly have.


When President Snow read out that the third quarter quell would consist of the previous victors being reaped, I knew the odds were definitely not in your favour. I wanted to scream, mom and I both did but instead we kept strong, for you.


I don't know what I will do now you are gone, possibly forever. There will be no one to talk to at night if don't want to talk to mom. No one to sit by the fire with, telling stories and braiding hair. No one to comfort me if i have a nightmare.


Remember Katniss, I will always love you.


                                                With lots of love, hugs and kisses, you’re little duck, Prim xxx


Oh Prim, my sweet little duck. I can't explain how much I miss her.


"Katniss" I turn around to Peeta standing at the door.


"Are you OK" He asks. I don't know, part of me wants to sit down and cry my eyes out. The other part, I’m not so sure about that. That is when the tears really begin to fall. Peeta walks up to me and wraps his arms around me.


"Shh. Katniss, she is safe with your dad, Finnick, Mags and Rue. I am sure they won't let anything bad happen to her" He says. I don't say anything; I just bury myself into his chest and cry harder.


"Dinner is ready" Peeta says after a while. He takes hold of my hand and leads me out of her room. I take hold of the handle and close the door.




I finish up the last of the beef stew that Peeta made us both for dinner.


"Katniss, how come you were in Prims room? I mean, you had always told me that you don’t ever want to open the door because you know you would just break down" Peeta asks. I set my bowl down with a slight sigh.


"Well, I had just put Willow to bed and I was on my way back down. When I was about to walk downstairs, I noticed that her door was open. I went in because; I mean I would have to at some point. When I was in though I found this" I hand him Prim's letter she wrote to me. He reads it and then looks up. A few tears trickle down his face.


"You two were really close and must have loved each other allot" He says.


"We were really close, and I still love her now" I reply.


"I know" Peeta says. He pulls me into him. We sit there for a while with our arms wrapped around each other. It isn't long before Peeta suggests we go to bed. I don't decline. We set our empty dishes on the side and head upstairs.


Before we go into our room we quietly go and check on Willow. I quietly open her bedroom door and Peeta and I creep in. When I look into her crib she is sleeping peacefully. I have a feeling Willow will be one of those few babies that sleep allot.


"Good night daddy's little princess" Peeta whispers. I smile.


"And mommy’s" I add on quietly. Peeta smiles. We quickly creep out and head into our room next door. We change into our night clothes and climb into bed. I turn and face Peeta. He wraps his arms around me, making me feel safe like his touch always does.


"I love you" I say.


"I love you more" He replies.


"No I love you mo-" He crashes his lips into mine. Warmth travels through my body, satisfying me like his kisses always do. I don't want this kiss to end but eventually Peeta pulls away and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.


I wake to a crying Willow. I am just about to climb out of bed to go and see to her when Peeta stops me.


"No Katniss, I will go. You get some rest." He runs out the room. I don't listen; instead I quietly follow him into Willow's room. When I look in, he is stood there cradling Willow. She has stopped crying.


"Sh Willow, daddy is here, it is okay" He says to her in that baby voice. I smile, he really loves her. He is going to be a great father. 


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