Hunger Games Cont. [Spoiler Alert.]

[Uncle Scarf]

My name is Katniss Everdeen, I am married to Peeta Mellark, I have two kids, I was in the Hunger Games... I think in the back of my head, as my daughter asks me about her aunt. It was hard to think about that, and the thought wasn't exactly comforting. I'd told Nell about her grandmother, and her grandfather, but I tended to not talk about Prim. It was too much, and I didn't want her to see me cry. I looked at her, and tried to think of a reply.
"Mama, what happened to Aunt Prim?" The thoughts that came with that question made me stiffen. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I closed my mouth and swallowed, and wished Peeta was here to help me, but he was in the bakery, baking.
"Prim, she tried to help some people that got hurt, and, someone hurt her, and she, passed away." She gave me a genuine look of concern.
"Didn't you say she wanted to be a doctor?" I nod. "Then, didn't she die doing what she loved?" That was Nell, always making everything better. She was so much like Prim. I lifted her into a hug.
"I guess you're right, Nell." She smiled, and looked up at me.
"Mama, can we go hunting today?" I knew my daughter was a little young, but I liked bringing her out into the meadow, and teaching her to hunt, like my father did for me.
"Later. I promise, but your dad has to get back to look after Jay." She gives a scowl, and sits down. I stroke her hair, and apologize lightly. She is still displeased, and I can tell. She gives me a fake smile, and goes off to her room, I hear her get out her pencils. I walk into Jay's room to check on him, and see him bouncing around in his crib. "Hi, Jay." Jay giggles, and looks at me, giving me a happy smile.
"Mama!" He yells. I bring my index finger to my lips, signaling for him to lower his voice. "Sorry Mama." He says a little bit quieter. I smiled. I hear the front door open, and I look at Jay.
"Is that daddy?" I ask, even though I know it's Peeta. "Peeta?" I'm answered by two arms around my waist, picking me up from my position on the floor.
"Hi, Katniss, um... we need to talk, upstairs." I give him a look of concern, and we walk up the stairs, and what he says next, makes my blood turn cold.

[Uncle Scarf]

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