Six months, eight people and one house later. Finally our home is finished. The small lake house has been extended to the size of our apartment back in.
But beyond the happiness there is a speck of sadness.
I stare at the box in my grasp, shaking beginning. We lost her eight months ago. I still give myself the blame. I hear Peeta's feet steps walk up to me from behind. I turn my head, sobs collecting in my throat. I can see that he's also on the verge of tears.
My hand encases his, containing the key to the box. His hand goes to open the box and I'm scared. Afraid I'll drop the box. As we hear the box unlock, my hand leaves his. I place it on top of the box and open up the lid.
My mouth drops open and sobs begin to escape my mouth. Each time we see her, still, it gets more gut wrenching. Her eyes closed, the small white dress covering her fragile body. For the last few months, we treated her like she was alive. Laid her on our chests and held her in our embraces. Just so we could experience some aspect of parenthood with her.
Peeta takes the box in his hands and I slowly slip mine inside. My lip quivers faster as Rose slides into my hands. "Rose." I breathe and breakdown. I lift her out and bring her to my chest. I close my eyes and carefully rest my cheek on her small head.
"I'm so sorry baby girl. It's all my fault that you aren't here." I say to our dead daughter and my knees buckle. I slowly lower to the ground and Peeta joins me. His arms wrap around mine and he buries his head into my shoulder. I can just make out his sobs beyond mine.
We could have been parents right now. To a nine month old daughter. But fate lead us here. A dead daughter in my arms.
Opening my eyes, I look down at Rose as I bring her away from my chest. I bring my lips to her bare, pink forehead.
"Peeta." I mumble and pass her to him. He places his phone on the ground beside us before taking Rose into his arms. He sits down on the wooden floor our house now has and I quietly retrieve his phone. I don't want to break any moment remaining that he has with her.
I manage to get it onto the camera and take a photo of Rose and his forehead pressed lightly together. He probably did some with Rose and I, so I'll give it to him back.
Once a couple is taken, I place it back on the ground and press my head against his. I wait a couple of minutes before speaking up. "Let's go sweetie." I sympathetically acknowledge Peeta and he nods. Not letting go of Rose, he stands up while I retrieve her box and a couple of roses I saw that Peeta bring in.
I press into his side as we walk outside to find a place to lay her. At the stop of the stairs we gaze out into our area for the place.
"T - the trees behind the rocks over there." He suggests and I turn my head to find the area. The place he suggests will look onto the lake, our house and the sunset we receive each day.
"Okay." I whisper and we head down to the rocks. When we approach, I nearly lose my balance from fear.
I examine one of the trees and see a dig in the ground that leads to a hole created by an overgrown root. "Here." I state and we both get onto our knees.
Peeta reluctantly passes Rose back to me and digs a slightly bigger hole to fit the box through. When Peeta finishes, he looks back to me. My shaking begins again as I know the reality. These are last moments that I'll see and touch her face to face.
We both bend our heads down and both peck a small kiss on the side of her head.
"We love you baby Rose." Peeta murmurs into her ear before we place her back into the open box. I get every second I can to see her before the lid encloses her away from us. I slowly and unwillingly lock the box before we sit it inside the tree root.
I carefully grasp the two roses and tears silently choose to roll down my face. I rest them in front of the tree root before tightly embracing Peeta.
Rose has exited our lives due an unfortunate event but will never be forgotten in our hearts.
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