Duh Duh Duh!

So this is more than likely the final chapter of this story. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy this last chapter, it took me a while, I had a lot of trouble thinking of a name for their boy, so don't criticize me too much on that, I'm terrible at names. Oh and watch out for the small lemon at the bottom if that's not your kind of thing.

To the anon: Her being angry at the cat isn't actually her hating the cat, it's just her releasing her anger on a bad day, and its more about Katniss and Peeta re-connecting once he comes back to district 12, not before when yes they would have slept in the same bed. :)

Song: 'Smooth Criminal' MJ

'Annie are you okay? are you okay, Annie?'

I have accumulated plenty of names over the years: Katniss, Katnip, mockingjay, the girl on fire, the star-crossed lover and over the past few years I have earned a new one. Mother.

I hold the daisy in my hand, twisting it between my fingers in a slow and constant rhythm.

"Mummy, look what I made!" I look up, my focus being torn away from the daisy, as my daughter comes running at me, falling into my lap, holding her hands out.

"Look, a daisy chain!" she exclaims, showing me the long chain of daises connected together in a burst of colour.

I smile at her. "Did you do this yourself? That's beautiful" I tell her, stroking her hair softly.

She nods eagerly and runs away again through the long grass and beautiful flowers, blissfully unaware that she's playing on a graveyard.

I come here at least 3 times a week; I know Peeta frowns upon it but he never says anything, he knows how important it is to me, so many people from District 12 are buried here, so many people I would see on a regular basis just gone in an instance. It makes me feel close to them and I find it peaceful. It also serves as a reminder to me, that this is a new world, a world where our children are safe, safe from the hunger games and a world where the only things that scare them are the monsters hiding under their beds. Things that aren't really there, things that can't really hurt them.

Neither of our children knows about the games, they're both too young to understand. They catch the occasional footage of me and Peeta on the TV when it begins to get close to the anniversary of the games but they don't think much to it except for the comments because they're not on the TV and famous like their parents are. They will know when they're old enough to know though; I can't shut them out from something that will always be a part of mine and Peeta's life.

"Lavinia, it's time to go! Come on, we've got to go see dad and your brother in the bakery." I shout to her, standing up. It's almost getting dark and I didn't want Peeta worrying where we were.

She doesn't come when I call her, she never does. When it's time to leave she always crouches down low in the grass for me to find her, she almost always hides in the same spot though and it's easy enough to find her. She giggles as I get closer.

I scoop her up into my arms and run from the meadow, down the path back towards the village.

"Hey, how are my two most specialist ladies then?" Peeta exclaims as we walk in, scooping Lavinia up into his arms, tickling her into a fit of giggles with a wide smile across his face..

"Good" I smile back, walking up to him and kissing him quickly on the lips.

"Cake!" our daughter screams up at us, asking if she can have one.

"Not today sweet pea, you had some cookies earlier" I say, she responds by pouting her lips at me.

"Aww, c'mon Katniss how can you say no to that face?" Peeta whines, giving in quickly and pulling a cake off the shelf.

I sigh, he's always like this, always playing the nice parent, leaving me to be the stern one.

"You know this good cop; bad cop thing really isn't going to work in your favour forever" I say.

"I can try" he responds, sticking his tongue ever so slightly out of his mouth in a smirking gesture.

Today is a good day, these days we have a lot more good days than bad. It's been nearly 3 months since Peeta's last attack; they're slowly getting farther and farther apart. He still has days where he's barely hanging on and I still have days where the nightmares seem to almost seep into reality but we get through them, together. As a family.

"I'm just going to finish this last batch off and we can get going, want to help?" he asks.

"Ah, No" I laugh "We both know what happened last time I tried to help you ice cakes, It didn't turn out to well did it?. I'll just watch" my mind casting back to the time me and Peeta got into an icing war, he had to spend the rest of the day making up orders we'd ruined. I felt guilty the whole day afterwards.

"Can I help daddy?" Lavinia asks.

"Sure Petal" he smiles.

By the time they're finished Peeta has had to bake a whole new batch of cakes because the ones she's iced are not fit for sale and more icing is on the table than on the cakes, but what did he expect from a 6 year old? He gets no sympathy from me.

We walk home as a family, hand in hand, united.

It's late and we eat dinner together and it then quickly becomes time for bed. I carry Shane and Lavinia to their beds, helping them to pull on their pyjamas and get into bed.

"Mummy, the wardrobe" Lavinia whispers. We go through this every night, she won't be able to sleep unless I check in her wardrobe before I go, I'm grateful that this is all she has to be afraid of.

I open the wardrobe and step into it, the only thing that attacks me are a bundle of colourful clothes filled with sparkles and flowery patterns.

"No monsters?" she asks, her eyes just above her quilt, ready to duck under it as if it was made of some kind of bulletproof material and could protect her from anything if my answer was negative.

"No monsters." I reply, confirming it, allowing her to move up from behind her quilt.

"Mummy can you tell us a story?" she asks

"Story!" Shane nods in agreement with his sister.

"Okay" I say. "But just one then you're both to go straight to sleep, agreed?"

They both nod their heads simultaneously, excitement glistening in their eyes. I sit down on the floor between the two beds and decide what story to tell them.

"Once upon a time there was a brave prince that went by the name of prince Finnick, he had sea green eyes and clear bronze hair, and he was the prettiest prince in all the land..."

"Boy's aren't pretty" Lavinia states interrupting me, making me chuckle as he brother nods in agreement.

"Handsome!" he shouts, for a 3 year old he has awfully good vocabulary.

"Prince Finnick is the exception; all the girls loved and adored him, and often embarrassed themselves trying to impress him. There was however only one girl though that he ever noticed. Her name was Annie and she was a servant for the castle, she was one of the only girls that didn't act differently when the prince was around her and that was just the way he liked it. The two met one day in the sea that circles the castle. The prince loved swimming through the water, trident in hand and if he could sneak away at any opportunity this is where he would come.

The first time he met her in the sea he nearly stabbed her with his trident, thinking she was a fish, the natural way she swam through the water and made a promise to her to do anything to make up for it. The girl replied she simply wanted a friend, and that's exactly what he became. They began to meet each other to swim and eventually began talking, getting disappointed if the other wasn't there. When the prince's father found out about the two's secret meetings he banned the young prince from ever seeing the girl again and removed her from the castle. He couldn't have his son being friends with a servant! Without her the prince quickly became sad and realised that he loved this girl and couldn't live his life without her. He decided to run away, leaving the palace, his wealth, his family all for his princess in servant clothing, running to her home town. They got married in secret, only Mag's her grandmother knew about it and when his family finally found out about it they banished him from their family. He didn't care though, he had Annie, and she was more than he could ever need in his life. Together they had a wonderful son and lived happily ever after."

The story lacks imagination and plot; story telling never was a strong point of mine. I usually left it to Peeta to come up with the stories but they still love it all the same, they're young enough for me to get away with my awful story telling abilities.

Even though they suck I still love telling them, because that's exactly what they are, stories. Anything can happen in them, they don't have to be reality, and in my stories I can pretend my friends had happy endings, and what is Finnick O'dair if not a fairytale prince?

I kiss them each on the forehead and tuck them up gently before getting up, turning the light off and quietly closing the door.

By the time I have finished telling the story Peeta is already in bed by the time I slip into it and cuddle up to his warm side.

"What story did you tell this time?" he asks, wrapping his arms protectively around my body.

"Prince Finnick" I smile softly.

"Ahh" he replies. "That's one of my favourites."

"Mine too" I say, leaning over Peeta and kissing his lips with passion and urgency. They're soft and so familiar to me now, I've memorised every single angle of Peeta's body.

"Mmm what's got into you tonight?" He manages to ask in between kisses, as I straddle his legs causing him to grab hold of my hips, pulling me closer to him. I move my hands downwards, pushing my finger past his waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs and off. We've had plenty of practice at this over the years.

He doesn't waste time, quickly positioning himself at my entrance, he places kisses down my neck and breasts before penetrating his stiff member inside of me. He knows my body better than I do, touching me in all the right places to set me off. His hands make their way up my thighs and over my breasts, stopping briefly to graze over my nipples making me moan in pleasure as he slips his tongue around my left breast.

He begins to move, in and out and together we create a smooth rhythm, speeding up in desperation and waves of pleasure rush over us.

"Ahh, I'm going to cum Peeta!" I say, unable to hold onto the pressure growing through my body for much longer.

I can feel it building inside of me, higher and higher until it pulls me over the edge at the exact same moment it pull's Peeta over as well. I feel Peeta release inside of me causing me to moan in response.

"Peeta!" my nails rake up his back and tangle in his hair as I cum, pulling his face to mine, slipping my tongue into his mouth.

A moan escapes his lips.

"Shh!, the kids are in bed" I tease him, grabbing his ass and pulling him even deeper inside of me, he always had trouble keeping quiet and tonight is no exception.

"Sorry" he smiles. "God I love you Katniss" he breathes out.

He rolls off me, giving me one final passionate kiss before curling his hands up and around my body. He's warm, he's the dandelion in the spring time, the wind to a warm summer's day, and through all the darkness he's provided me with so much light. He's provided me with a stable hand and a family. He's given me so much more than I ever thought possible.

So when he asks me if I'm happy, real or not?, just as I'm about to drift away I answer "Real" because I truly am.

And that's a wrap! Please let me know what you thought and if I should write more hunger games fanfiction! maybe a Finnick/Annie fic?