Hello my lovely readers! Well it's the last chapter and I wanted to say a big thank you to all my readers and followers who have supported me and reviewed, for all the kind words. This story started out as an idea, something that started in my imagination and I got the courage to unleash it here where I was supported by so many lovely and amazing people so thank you, my biggest advice to budding writers out there who are intrepid to write, don't think about just DO IT! Unleash your creativity and imagination because to see it come alive is fantastic! So thank you for the amazing reviews, time and patience and support. I am now writing my second story for you guys, another Peeta/Katniss story so look out for it; it's called the "The Path Less Taken". I hope you enjoy, please review as it always makes me smile

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Rated M

5 years, its 5 years later and my life has grown and bloomed more. I look out the kitchen window, the sun beams and the birds chirp high in the trees, the breeze brings the smell from the forest and the meadow, the lavender grows outside with my primroses and the smell flows in the breeze. I cut the sandwiches and smile as I watch my husband being tackled by my two beautiful children, it's funny how so long ago my life was covered in darkness, blood, pain, violence but now it is pure, innocent and happy . I watch as my beautiful little 5 year old girl Rose tackles her father as they play trying to tickle him. Her hair is in two plaits that sit on her shoulders as she giggles, her red check dress flies as she runs, she is the perfect embodiment of both me and Peeta, my hair and my eyes, dimple in her chin like Peeta, she is the little charmer when it comes to her guests and takes after her father in the arts. Her drawings cover Peeta's office at work and he already has a little apron for her with butterflies and lady bugs sewn onto it courtesy of Greasy Sae, she has his inquisitive, calm temperament but can be stubborn as me, it's hard trying to get her to do something she doesn't want to do, it's like having an argument with myself however as soon as she gets approached by Peeta she is putty in his hands and sometimes the other way around, when I tell her not to eat that extra cookie all she has to do is look at Peeta with those sad puppy dog eyes and he's given her the whole cookie jar, but I can never get mad at him for long, he just adores his little girl or as he says sometimes "his little Katniss". But then I look at my little boy and my heart melts, at two years old he already charms the girls as I take him for his daily stroll in district 12, he will be blowing kisses and waving with the ladies cooing over him and pinching his cheeks. When I gave birth to Hunter Rhys Mellark, it was a harder pregnancy than with Rose but an easier labour, though there was pain it was a lot quicker, his curly blonde hair and blue eyes, I watch him as his chubby cheeks and chubby legs follow his big sister as he crawls over Peeta in the back lawn, his giggle resonates as Peeta pretends to roar like a lion, he picks up Hunter and tickles him blowing raspberries on his tummy as his sister cries "My turn! My turn Daddy!" Daddy, that's a word I thought I would never hear in this house just like I thought I would never be called mother but I was scared, scared of going into the unknown, I was so used to darkness and trying to survive by myself, I was too scared of the idea of happiness and what it could bring, an unknown feeling but that was replaced with the help of Peeta. Yes we had our trials and tribulations, we had gotten through the Hunger Games, Quarter Quell, a Rebellion, we had a rocky marriage but we survived, sure we could have walked away from each other for good, but we didn't, because we knew that at the end of the day we loved each other and that is all that mattered, we faced all of that and we're still here.

Haymitch now had taken his grandfather duties with pride and cut back his drinking, now instead of drinking himself to an early grave he drank 2-3 a week, coming from a man who drank 4 bottles per day or more, this was a good change. He hired Sae to come and clean his house 3 times a week, it was presentable and hygienic to have my children there and play, he didn't like to admit it but he was a softie when it came to those children, I will never forget the time he first heard little Rose call him "pop pop", he just held her close and wouldn't let go, he didn't mind taking care of them for a night when me and Peeta had our date nights together and would return them the next morning in one piece but I don't think he was ever in one piece, I will never forget the sight when he gave them to me and he had blush and lipstick on, it appeared Rose got into mummies make up and wanted to play dress up, but Haymitch never once complained. He liked having Rose help him tend to his geese and little Hunter patting them.

Annie was always by my side and it was cute to watch little Rose follow Flynn everywhere whenever they came for a visit, she was his little shadow and I didn't mind one bit as he always took care of her calling her his little sis, but you never know, maybe that might change later in life? Flynn was the splitting image of his father, he was growing into the finest man and I knew when Flynn grew up he would be a man Finnick would be proud of. Rory was still my best friend and I loved him dearly, his daughter and Rose were best friends, always having tea parties and dressing up, it was funny to watch Rory sit and join their tea parties surrounded by their bears and toys but he relished being a father. I see Delly around, we were hospitable and treated each other like acquaintances, I will always be indebted to her for what she did for me and helping me and my daughter, I owed her but there will always be that awkwardness between us just like there is between Rory and Peeta, things have improved but I know Rory and Peeta will never be best friends and neither will Delly and me, our little girls and me being best friends with Rory are what keeps things together.

I look up at the sound of my two children coming in being carried by their daddy, Peeta walks in wearing a white tee and jeans that hug him tightly, he puts Rose at the table sitting her down and puts Hunter in his high chair, I'm making Peeta's lunch when I hand him Rose and Hunter's; Rose likes her sandwich with the crusts cut off and Hunter in little soldiers which is easier for him to eat as he sits there in his little shorts and blue t-shirt. As Peeta sets Rose's plate down in front of her she pipes up

"Daddy" she looks up

"Yes my princess" Peeta states

"I love you" and she chomps on her sandwich, Peeta turns around and gives her a big kiss on her cheek.

"I love you too my baby" Hunter looks up at Peeta with a frown on his face scrunching his nose and forehead

"And I love you too my little boy, yes I do" he kisses Hunter to which I hear him giggle under his father's kisses. Peeta walks over to me and leans down in front of me as I make his lunch kissing my expanding tummy "and I love you in there, yes daddy does" he kisses my tummy to which I feel a light kick. He hugs me from behind kissing my neck as he whispers in my ear:

"You love me Real or Not Real?"

I turn around to him and kiss him before I look into his beautiful blue eyes

"Real"

There you go guys! I hope you enjoyed this journey with me as much as I did, again thank you for all the AMAZING reviews, reading, following, favourites etc.; it has meant so much that you guys read my story especially being my first one. Look out for my new story "The Path Less Taken", it's a bit darker but a story I think you guys will like. Again I hope you guys enjoyed this and please review, keep posting and follow as my new story will be up soon.