You and Peeta have been married for a few years after the Capitol was gone. You had two girls and Peeta couldn't be happier.

One night, he walked into the nursery hearing you rock the babies in your arms to sleep with a lullaby you sung to your younger sister and once to Rue. "A soft green pillow..." Peeta whispers joining in on your lullaby stroking the girl's heads softly while sitting next to you.