Everlark Post-Mockingjay
After nearly fifteen years of constant pleading, she finally agreed to starting a family. Two months have passed since then and we’re standing outside my bakery when she delivers the news. A huge smile is plastered on my face, I realize it must look close to maniacal but I don’t care. I’ve waited so many years for this, to hold a child in my arms that I am able to call my own. One that I can pamper and love without the threat of the hunger games looming in the air. I press my forehead to hers, my fingers lingering on her waist as I say, “Katniss, remember all those years ago in the arena? When I told you that you’d make a great mother? I meant every single word.” She’s speechless, but before she can formulate a reply, I press my lips to hers. Our lives were changed forever after we entered that arena at the mere age of sixteen, losses of loved ones and scars from the capitol sent a wrench through our relationship. But over the years we have mended the wounds and grown back together, reviving the love we shared. Though life has changed, I can see now that whatever the future has in-store for us, we will overcome it side by side; as one.

(Source: finnickless, via diianawonka)