Real or not Real? Ch. 1

Real or not Real pt 3~

When we get back from Maria's, a breakfast kitchen, I settle Rye in for his nap. He falls asleep instantly and I get distracted thinking about different things when I hear the door fling open. "GUESS WHO'S HERE!!" I hear a familiar voice say. I look at a now awakened Rye staring at his baby mobile. I leave his room and shut his door. I see and excited Willow run from the kitchen screaming "UNCLE GALE!". I run downstairs and give my half friend half brother a hug. "Where's Rye?" Peeta asks. "Asleep" I reply.

"Can I go see him?" Gale asks Peeta. "Yeah sure." Peeta replies following him. I pick up Willow and follow Peeta. We enter Rye's room to find him fast asleep. "You know, you two make some really cute kids." Gale says laughing. Me and Peeta laugh and then kiss and I see a bit of jealousy in Gale's eye for I know that deep down inside, Gale wants that to be him kissing me. We leave Rye to sleep and sit down on the couch. "Um, Katniss. We found some clothes of Prim's and we thought you might want them." Gale says. I send him a hatred look. He knows I haven't told Willow who Prim is...well, was. "Mommy, who's Prim?". I send Gale and Peeta a look and they know to leave, they know I want to be alone when telling my first born child about her dead aunt. They leave. "Um honey, you know how mommy and daddy were in the those old, bad things 'The Hunger Games." I ask her. "Yeah, I remember you told me a few months ago." she says. "Okay, well that old, mean, sick president sent in people to drop bombs on these kids." I say. "Mommy, that's terrible" she says in horror. "Yes, well one of those innocent children was my little sister, your Aunt Prim." I say tearing up. "Wow mommy, do you think Aunt Prim is watching over me?" she asks. This questions brings tears to my eyes for two reasons. One, I know I'll have to explain it to Rye when he comes of age and any other child me and Peeta decide to have. And two, I really miss Prim. "Yes, honey. Of course she's watching over you." I tell her. "Mommy don't cry. It's okay." she explains. I laugh wiping my tears and for once since Prims death. I've been really happy.