"Katniss, you just gave birth to our child, you can't go away. What are you thinking?"
His voice is broken as tears stream down his face. "Please."
"Peeta, don't do this." I say, keeping myself from crying. I feel terrible. "Dr. Aurelius called me a few weeks ago. He told me that he went over my records from our last check up, and something didn't add up. He told me that my PTSD may come back. I've wanted to do this for a while, actually. I just want to make a better life for Willow and Rye. You have to understand."
"Katniss, why didn't you tell me about this?"
"I couldn't. It was too hard. I'm sorry, Peeta."
He shakes his head, rubbing the tears away from his eyes. "How can this be the right decision? You want to avoid leaving the children by leaving the children?"
"I know I'm a shitty mother, Peeta. What the hell do you want me to say? I'm trying to change."
"Katniss!" He slams his hand on the table, and I'm suddenly startled, the images of the other night flying through my head.
"What, Peeta?" I let out a short sob. "I am! Look at all I've done! The children would be better off without me. I'm not much of a mother, am I? The thing is, only one of us played the games and won, and it's you."
His angry expression turns sad quickly, as he lays down next to me, holding me close. "It's okay." He whispers, stroking my hair. "Katniss, why didn't you tell me you were sinking back into that feeling? I could've helped you."
"I don't know." I say dryly, burying my face into his shoulder. "I didn't want to worry you."
"Katniss, all I want to do is make you feel better. I'm a failure of a husband."
"Don't say that, Peeta. I- I'm okay. I just need to go through my therapy, and I'll be done. I'll be myself again."
"We're coming with you... All of us."
"If that is what you want, then I want you to come."
"Mrs. Mellark, would you like to try to feed your baby again?" A nurse is staring at me, holding a now calm Rye in her arms.
She hands him to me, and I stare down at his big gray eyes. How did we get this lucky?
"This is why I want to do therapy again, Peeta. For Willow and Rye."
"I'll support you through anything and everything as long as you're happy."
"I'm sorry, Peeta. I didn't mean what I said, I'm just frustrated with myself. I don't want to end up in the hospital again. I want to be there for our children. For their whole lives."
I try once more to feed Rye, and to my luck, he latches.
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Life After Mockingjay
Fanfictie"After everything we've been through, two hunger games, hijacking, a rebellion.. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. Bu...
