In the aftermath of the Hunger Games, the world had shifted. Panem was rebuilding, and so was Katniss Everdeen. The weight of her past still lingered, but something new filled her days with light—her pregnant wife. They had carved out a small, peaceful life in District 12, far from the Capitol and its horrors.

Katniss crouched beside the fire, carefully stoking the flames. The early autumn air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of pine and the promise of colder days. She glanced over her shoulder, watching as her wife struggled to get comfortable on their worn but welcoming couch.

"You need anything?" Katniss asked, her voice soft, yet it carried the strength of someone who had survived more than she ever thought possible. Her wife smiled, resting a hand on her round belly.