Word Count: 400
Category: Post-Mockingjay, before Epilogue
Spoilers: Probably all three books?
Summary: Katniss reflects on her children, and their names.
My fear held me firm for a long time on whether or not I could face having children. I would go back and forth between yes and no, and I know it drove Peeta crazy. When I firmly and finally agreed to have children, it took us five years to get pregnant. We had almost given up when I woke up one morning throwing up. We knew immediately.
When I had the baby, it took eighteen hours of horrifying labor with him by my side. When it was all said and done and I held her in my arms, I wished I had agreed to have children earlier. I didn’t know anything could look so perfect until that little girl looked at me with big blue eyes, a tuft of dark hair on her head. I joked to Peeta that I must look horrible, because I felt a mess. He said I never looked more beautiful. I had never seen him smile so largely.
When my mother asked me what we were going to name her, I could tell she was expecting to hear “Prim” or even “Rue”. But Peeta and I had already agreed we wouldn’t name our children after our loved ones gone. It would be too hard looking at them and remembering how their namesake left this world.
So when I opened my mouth, the name “Rowan,” fell from my lips. Peeta smiled at me and I knew he was okay with my choice.
When our son was born, we didn’t consider naming him after my father, or Peeta’s, or even after Finnick or Cinna. To name our child after the dead would be too painful for everyone involved. Instead his name is Burdock.
We took from my father by turning to nature to name our children. They were pure in the way of nature, protected from the horrors of humanity. They were open to grow up in a world where they could be who they wanted, when they wanted, without the old Capitol’s influence. They would not be forced into the mines, or into a pen for Reaping Day. Our children were free from the horrors of the old Capitol. They would never see the terrors that we faced. They would not die in an arena, away from family, or from starvation on the streets. They would live the lives that they wished, and be happy.
A/N: I just kinda got inspired to write this as I was laying in bed thinking, what would Katniss and Peeta name their children? So, here's my thoughts on it.