Peeta POV*
She looks up at me with her beautiful blue eyes as I hold her. She's so small. I've baked bread larger than her. And I love her.
Katniss sleeps in the infirmary bed while I hold Willow. I'm surprised Katniss didn't name her Prim or Rue. Maybe it's too hard for her, or maybe she was scared. I'm not sure. But nothing is wrong with the name.
Our little Willow Mellark.
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After a couple days, we head home. Katniss hasn't said anything since she named Willow. I haven't seen her smile either. I guess things need to settle in for her.
We walk into our house. I'm carrying Willow since Katniss is too.....shut off. Well, not shut off, but distant. And I don't want her dropping Willow any time soon.
I take Willow up to our room to a crib that I made few months ago and set her in it. A mobile hangs from the ceiling over it. Katniss' mother made it. It has a bird, a primrose flower, an arrow, and a loaf of bread as the pendants. Her mother also sent us baby clothes and blankets she made as well. So we are set till Willow starts to grow bigger.
I walk down stairs and see Katniss sitting on the couch, staring at the fireplace. I sit next to her awkwardly and reach for her hand, which is just sitting on her lap. I hold her hand and lace my fingers with hers. She doesn't acknowledge my action, she doesn't even move.
"Katniss, please, say something, at least look at me," I say desperately. She stays still.
"You did it, Katniss, you gave me a daughter," I smile. This time she looks at me. Her face drained from color, her eyes glossy grey as she looked down at me smile. She looks up at me and squeezes my hand. I smile even more. "Everything's gonna be okay in the end. If it's not okay, than its not the end."
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We Remain
RandomIt's several years after the games and war have ended. District 12 is rebuilt, the Districts are at ease, and our Star-Crossed Lovers are now married. Katniss still has nightmares, along with Peeta whose flashbacks are dying down, but for what reas...
