Everything felt so peaceful.

Or at least as peaceful as it could be.

The weather was warm and the breeze was gentle, brushing through the tree you sat under.

You gaze down at the little baby in your arms, a feeling of accomplishment filling your heart.

Your attention gets pulled upwards at the sound of quiet, childish giggling.

A few feet away from you, crouched down in the golden grass, Peeta was playing with your toddler as they giggled.

He hugs the toddler close to him as he starts tickling them, making you smile softly at the sight.

After all the trauma, after all the pain you both had to endure, you both deserved to be happy.

And now you were, at least when the memories left you alone.