Our New Beginning - After Mockingjay

Chapter 1.

Chapter 1

-Peeta-

I wake to hang my arm over Katniss and find she is gone from her side of the bed. I panic for a brief moment and have an insane thought that the Capitol had stolen her from me, had torn us apart again. But as I jump up out of bed, I give a sigh of relief to see her hunting jacket and boots, had disappeared from their usual position at the door. I sink back into the mattress and close my eyes about to doze off again, until I am interrupted by mine and Katniss' daughter, crying to be moved out of her cot.

I push open her bedroom door that has the letters 'Willow', hanging onto it. ''Hey Will!'' I say to my beautiful daughter. Me and Katniss had picked up her nickname by now and used it oftenly. She was 11 months old now and still quite small, but was able to do a fair amount of things alone, without her Mother and Father's hands to protect her. She had my golden curly locks but Katniss' grey eyes that had a sparkle to them. I lift her from her bed and tickle her under the chin, making her giggle. ''Dadda'' she says. ''Yes sweetie, that's me'' I say to her along with a smile.

A moment after that I hear Katniss' footsteps approach the door, and a minute after, a single knock. I run downstairs carefully with Willow tightly secured in my arms, settle her down gently in her play-pen, and answer the door. She immediately falls into my arms,  sobbing. And I know right away that she had been to the woods, reminded of painful memories of her Father, her Sister Prim, and her old best-friend, Gale. I hold her close and tell her that everything is okay and that her Dad and Sister are with her every step she takes. I didn't mention Gale as I knew they weren't  talking after she found out that it was his bomb that sent her sister to death. Everything is silent apart from my wife getting herself calmer. Willow gives a happy screech to see her Mother and Katniss lifts her head up, gives me a kiss on the cheek and bends down next to her daughter.

''Would you like some breakfast?'' I ask her, chuckling because Willow kept slapping her Mum which was quite funny. ''Yes please!'' Katniss says with a stern look, which makes me laugh even more, and then makes all of us laugh together.

Besides the memories we have left of our loved ones, everything was perfect...

-Katniss-

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am twenty-one. Prim is dead. Cinnar is dead. Finnick is dead. Most of my loved ones are dead. But I have my husband, Peeta to protect me, and nobody is taking him from me again. I have my daughter to love, She is safe from the games. Despite my losses, I am happy.

 

Sometimes I have my minor breakdowns and I hate myself for not being able to protect my precious family and friends that died mostly because of me. But Peeta helps me through them, and my nightmares.

My nightmares are more than just about me in the arena, Mutts, Prim’s death and being killed by President Snow and the usual.. Since Willow has been born and Peeta and I are closer than ever, I have dreams about them being captured and tortured to the bone, just like Peeta was when the Capitol kept him as prisoner. Willow, Peeta, Effie and Haymitch are the ones I know I am certain I love. The ones I can trust...

Suddenly, Haymitch walks in through the open door, scooping Will up in his arms, throwing her around playfully, making her giggle hysterically. Me and Peeta stand hand in hand, watching him, smiling. He stops and gives us a grin. ''Good morning my little Willow Tree'' his says in his most babyish voice possible. He calls Willow his 'Little Willow Tree', you can clearly see that he cares and loves her so much. I think he's lost too much to think about alcohol anymore. Ever since the baby was born he has been as sober as you could imagine him, as we granted him Godfather and Effie, Godmother. This makes me and Peeta really glad, that she has him to protect us, just like he did for ourselves in the position as our mentor. On a serious matter I think Haymitch has grown to replace my Father, I think Peeta sees him as his Father too. I am happy my Mother is alive and escaped with Gale when the bombs hit 12.

There is goes again. His name. Gale Hawthorne. I miss him so much, because we have been through so much. Although he never meant for the bomb to hit Prim and send her flying through the explosion, I feel it cannot be forgiven. I let the thought of him and Primrose escape to the back of my mind. I can’t think of him at the moment. I have Peeta. He is the one I chose. The Boy with the Bread, and I love him so much...