After the Rebellion

Willow in the Meadow

*Katniss's POV*

2 years later

Peeta and I walk out to the Meadow with little Willow trying to walk with us. The people in the district have surprisingly kept her existence relatively quiet since she was born, which Peeta and I can't appreciate more.

After the longest time, we reach the Meadow. We haven't been here in over two years, and I can't wait to get back out in the woods and start hunting again. It hasn't changed much since then. The greenery that was destroyed in the bombing has almost completely grown back, thicker and fuller than I ever remember it being. The rock that Gale and I used to sit on is still there, with just a little chunk taken out from the district-wide destruction from four years ago.

I've dwelt too much on the war that I hadn't noticed Peeta and Willow sitting on the blanket he must've laid down, now starting to unpack the picnic we had prepared. I walk toward them, all of a sudden hungry.

After lunch, Peeta and I chase Willow around in the low grass, and she falls. Peeta, being the protective father that he is, runs over to her. I know that she finds some sort of amusement in falling, though, so I let him find our for himself. I've taught her how to have a sad face for her daddy, and she does exactly that. Putting on her sad face until he comes over, and laughing soon after. I join in her laughter, and Peeta looks in between us, knowing that something had to have happened.

"Willow, did you and Mommy plan something to scare Daddy?" Peeta asks.

Willow just shakes her head, and I try to hold back my laughter as best as I can.

"Mommy, did you talk to Willow about scaring Daddy?" he asks me. I go over and pick Willow up to delay my answer to his question.

"What do you think?" I ask.

"I think I need to spend less time at the bakery and more time with my little girl. I can't have both of my girls ganging up on me," Peeta says with a smirk. He takes Willow from my arms and I sit back down, eating the last of our picnic.

As he sits down next to me, I can't help but feel the same nervous electricity I feel whenever I'm around him. I kiss him, but this time, it's not enough. I want... I want another child. Not right now. Not while Willow is here. Maybe tonight, or the night after that. Sooner rather than later. Willow is old enough now that we could take care of a newborn and her easier, especially now that we've had some experience.

"Peeta, I want another child," I whisper. He looks at me in shocked disbelief, but then his smile shows wider than I've seen in a long time.

Tonight. Tonight will be the night. Peeta and I will try for another child, and I hope beyond hope that in less than a year, we will have two beautiful children.

A/N: Another chapter! I sort of finished my homework that was due yesterday, so I might be able to write more. Maybe. Hopefully.

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