Epilogue

My five-year-old daughter dances about the field with her two dark braids bouncing along behind her. She then squeals in delight as her cousin starts chasing in a game they have just invented. Madge calls to her son to remind him to stay in sight but that is only a momentary distraction in the game with my daughter. Content that my brother and his wife are keeping an eye on my eldest, I turn my attention to my son.

Katniss carries him as she walks towards me and he studies a flower in his hand carefully. I place a kiss on Katniss' temple before reaching out to tickle underneath my son's chin. He giggles as he brings his big blue eyes up to look at me.

"What have you got there, bug?" I ask him.

My son shoves the fluffy yellow dandelion in my face.

"I found a flower! Mummy said I could pick it," he declares proudly.

"Wow! You found a dandelion. Do you know dandelions have magic powers?" I ask.

His eyes widen in excitement.

"Really?" he asks.

I nod my head.

"Yeah. If you blow on it you can make a wish. And if you're a really good boy your wish will come true," I reply.

My son turns to Katniss.

"You didn't tell me that, Mummy," he says.

Katniss smiles fondly at him as he reaches out to stroke some of his blonde hair.

"I thought you would want to show Daddy what you found before you blew off all the seeds," she says.

He accepts this explanation and the focuses his eyes on the fluffy head of the dandelion.

"I wish for more chocolate cake," he says very seriously.

He then tries to blow off the seed heads. It takes him several blows and probably too much spit before all the seeds have blown away. I look to Katniss with a grin.

"Chocolate cake. There is no doubt he's your son," I say.

"I couldn't think of a better wish," she replies.

We share a grin but our son looks disappointed at the now seedless dandelion.

"Now they are all gone," he says sadly.

Katniss shifts his weight on her hip and leans in closer to him.

"We can get another one. There were loads in that patch we found," she says.

He brightens up at this and nods his head eagerly. He then starts wriggling in Katniss' arms, indicating that he wants to be put down.

"We should show Daddy where they are so he can make a wish too," he says.

Katniss nods her head and turns to me with a smile before our son leads us back to the dandelions.

But in all honesty, I don't need to make any more wishes. I've got everything I could have ever wanted out of life.

When I had my accident I thought my life was over because I couldn't play tennis. Looking back I put way too much emphasis on tennis making me happy. But I now haven't played tennis professionally for three years and I find I don't miss it. After our son was born I made the decision to retire from professional wheelchair tennis. I was still physically fit enough to play and I was competing at a high level but I hated how much the tour took me away from my young family. After my children were born I was no longer happiest when I was playing tennis. I was happiest when I was with them.

I'm still involved in tennis. Finnick and I set up a wheelchair tennis academy and every year our numbers grow. I also commentate on some of the matches during Wimbledon and the other grand slam tournaments. I wanted to make sure that the support for wheelchair tennis didn't disappear once I stopped playing and I'm happy to see that decent crowds still come to watch the current crop of wheelchair players. By the time I retired I think the most satisfying thing I achieved in my career was not winning Wimbledon for the first time but the legacy I left the wheelchair game.

My son tugs on my hand.

"Daddy, which one do you want to pick?" he asks.

"How about you choose one for me," I suggest.

He nods he head and then scans the dandelions seriously, searching for the most suitable one. Eventually he settles on one of the fluffier ones and bends down to tug it out the ground. He then spins round to hand one to me.

"Make a wish, Daddy," he says.

I smile broadly as I bend down so I am level with him. I then close my eyes and blow.

A/N: And we've finally reached the end. Thank you to everyone who followed/favorited/reviewed this story. It was definitely one of the more rockier journeys for Peeta.