I LINK MY arm around Peeta's own arm and lean my head on his shoulder. We both gaze out onto the soft yellow meadow in which my beautiful baby girl Willow is playing. She runs around chasing a butterfly and giggling nearly uncontrollably, her short dark hair bouncing behind her. The butterfly had landed onto a short red flower and Willow drops down to look at it at eye-level. Her bright blue eyes, of which came from Peeta, stare intrigued at its slowly flapping wings.
I turned my head to see Peeta already looking at me. He plants a small kiss on my lips, and I enjoy every second. It was the beginning of our new life. Our new world.
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The Hanging Tree
FanfictionThis is about after the rebellion, told from the point of view of Willow Mellark: Peeta and Katniss's daughter. (the epilogue is from Katniss's)
