It's one of the only things I can do in my spare time. Gazing at my beautiful creations.
In moments like these, Peeta is at work and my daughters and I normally curl onto the fabric couch.

It has become a routine for us three. Leigh lies up on my chest, her fingers curling and uncurling as she endures her silent moments of sleep. Dwyn normally sits in between my legs, keeping her little mind active.
Her activity normally involves drawing. It is evidently clear that she has taken the trait from her father. I don't despise it, there isn't much they can take from me. Or that's what I think.

A serenity blankets the room, I have nothing to fear. My children, who don't know of their parents troubles, will never go through it themselves. I will have to tell them, when they are able to understand the words I'll have to deliver to their ears.

My husbands sketches and paintings still align on the walls, some have been added but none have been replaced.

Peeta seems to always come home to this scene, not wanting to disturb it yet still want to join us. He generally does need it, after all working in the bakery for eight hours.
All I watch him do is greet me with a kiss, ruffles Dwyn's hair, has a drink then sits by my feet. He rests Dwyn on his lap as he kisses her cheek, and in no time snores erupt as he goes to sleep. Exhaustion winning by a long way.

This is where we are now, Dwyn is a week away from starting school. It is worrying both Peeta and I to bits. It has come upon us in a rush, it may feel like just a short time has passed since we heard her first squeal the moment I let her enter the world.

Those days were some on my favourites of my journey as Katniss Mellark, it does make me upset in ways, I have agreed not to bear a child again. I have cried countless times, believing I never gave the gender Peeta wanted. A son. Peeta tells me it's okay, he has our beautiful daughters and myself. He always reminds me that we are all he wants. But sometimes I wonder if we should try for a boy.

Leigh is now our two month old. However she is awake on my chest. My fingers rest in front of her face and I notice she is able to have more focus on them. Her small hand grasps the end of my middle finger, she loves grabbing stuff at this time.

However, the same day that Dwyn starts school, our baby girl goes to be immunised. We ate scared for her, she doesn't know what's going to happen. Dwyn screamed when she had it done, we expect the same from Leigh.

My other fingers gently caress her thigh as she trains all her focus on getting my finer into her mouth. Her elephant baby grow leaving her legs bare. Dwyn has managed to adjust to this change and grabs any opportunity she can to help me. It is always a reassurance that she loves her baby sister.

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OH MY GOSH YAY!!
FINALLY A FULL CHAPTER AND NO WRITERS BLOCK!!