Chapter 1: The Picnic

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Peeta's hand clasps warmly around my own.

Our two beautiful children, Willow and Rye, run ahead of us.

"Remember when you tried to teach Willow how to bake?" I ask Peeta, smiling.

He grinned. "Yeah, that was a disaster. She came running out of the kitchen with cake and frosting all over her and in her hair. But it was also really fun." He smiled at me thoughtfully.

We walk through the tall grass, and into the scruffy Meadow.

I set the picnic basket down and Peeta lays the blanket over a short, small patch of grass.

Willow and Rye had brought shovels, to try and find some 'buried treasure' as they call it.

Rye is an excellent artist, like his father. Willow has a talent for sewing and healing. Too bad she can't meet Prim and Cinna, I thought sadly. I sighed.

Peeta looked over at me with a worried look in his blue eyes. "What's wrong, Katniss?" I shift my gaze over to him.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about how well Willow and Prim would have gotten along, that's all." Prim.

I squeeze my eyes shut. Even saying her name brings pain. I thought about my little duck, her face right before the explosion in front of President Snow's house. "Stupid games,"

I muttered to myself. "bringing so many deaths and horrible things with them." I can still hear Rue's screams for me to help her, the sadness in Finnick's voice when he told me to take care of Annie and his unborn son, Prim's cry for me, Cinna's body against the glass. I still have nightmares, about the Games, the Rebellion, and my children being ripped from my safe grasp. Rye's excited gasp tore me from my thoughts.

I instinctively look over at him, making sure he's okay. "Look, mommy! Look what I found!" He said excitedly as he pointed to a dirty object in his hand. I took it and rubbed off the dirt. What it was scared me, and I gave it to Peeta, then saw his eyes widen with shock, fear, and worry. He gave it back to Rye. I still couldn't believe what he had found.

My son, my innocent son, who knew nothing of the rebellion, had found a Mockingjay pin.

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