it was a warm cozy morning,the day was slow and calm,like everything after the rebellion,Snow was dead and Panem had born again whit the promise of being a free country full of peace and prosperity

You're laying down on bed,On top of his chest as you're both sleeping,he wakes up and nudges you a bit

"Baby,my chest" he said quietly, motioning that you were pressing in his scars and it hurts a bit. Oh the awful scars,you both full of them,his from the mutts and yours from being held captive on Snow's grasp