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Chapter 28

Katniss P.O.V.

I stand in the doorway of the living room and watch the kids as they play with their new toys. Rye lets out the most adorable giggle, and I can't help but to smile.

Two years ago today, I gave birth to our handsome little boy. My little munchkin.

He definitely takes after me. Stubborn, short tempered, and very independent. Even when I was pregnant with Rye, I knew we were getting a wild child. We were so used to Willow's shy, calm personality, that Rye threw us for a loop.

But we wouldn't have it any other way. He's a really good kid, he's just all boy. However, yes, he is very much so a Momma's boy. Ornery, rotten to the core, but a Momma's boy none the less.

That doesn't mean that he loves Peeta any less than he loves me. He has his days where he's attached to his Daddy and won't let me touch him. But even on the days where he wants nobody but me, you can't mistake the look he gives Peeta for anything other than love.

Just like with Willow. She's been Daddy's little sidekick since day one, but it doesn't make me feel bad. I know that she loves me just as much.

I feel Peeta's strong arms wrap around me, and both of his hands comes to rest on my stomach.

"Breakfast is almost ready," Peeta tells me as he rests his chin onto my shoulder.

"Okay," I say as I turn to face him. Peeta moves his arms and rests his hands on my hips. "Did you fix cheesebuns like I asked you to?"

Peeta smiles widely at me. "Now how could I deny my wife's simple request? Especially on Christmas?"

I laugh at him. "Can you believe that just last week we were both miserable and..."

"Shh," Peeta cuts me off as he presses a finger to my lips. "That never happened. Remember?"

I playfully roll my eyes at Peeta, and he pulls his hand back from my face. He places both of his hands back onto my rounded stomach and smiles again.

"I've missed seeing your little belly grow," Peeta tells me.

"Yeah right," I laugh.

"I'm serious," Peeta says. "Without you, I wouldn't have Willow, or Rye, or these two resting right here underneath my hands. Without you, we never..." Peeta swallows hard. "We never would have got to meet Faith. I know we didn't get any time with her, but she's still ours."

A tear rolls down my cheek, and I scoff.

"You brat," I tease Peeta. "I promised myself that I wouldn't cry today."

Peeta chuckles and kisses the top of my head. "Come on," he says softly. "Let's go eat."

I nod, and then turn my head around to look at the kids.

"It's time to eat," I say. No response. They're both completely occupied right now. "Willow, Rye," I say. "Time to eat."

Nothing. 

"Watch this," Peeta says quietly. "Hey kids," he says loud enough so that they can hear him. "You'd better get into the kitchen before Momma and the babies eat all the cake."

Peeta laughs as Willow and Rye go running into the kitchen. Rye is still clutching a toy while hollering "Cake!" at the top of his lungs. I follow them, but not before punching Peeta in the arm.

"Smart alleck," I mumble.

Peeta chuckles. "Hey. It worked." I turn around and scowl at him. "Okay," Peeta says as he puts both of his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry. I get it. Foot massages for a week."