I never thought that baby fever was a real thing until I had a child of my own to obsess over. Nothing can bring us down, even though Amy wakes up three times a night crying. The past month of being able to hold our daughter has put a never ending smile onto Peeta's face. Amy likes his voice and always seems perfectly content when held in his arms. I understand. Peeta's arms are a very safe place to be.

They are very attached to each other, Peeta and Amnesty. She seems to be the balm needed to heal all his wounds, even the ones that no one could see. I've never seen him so relaxed, so perfectly content, until he held her in his arms.

The three of us are always together. Peeta hates to leave "his girls" for even a moment. I can't stand to have her out of my sight for even a second. We are always together. And I soak up every single glorious moment. This is the family that I had always (secretly) wanted. That I had needed.

Haymitch spends more time with us than ever now that she's arrived. And he's the one that started calling her Amy. I will admit that at first I didn't like it, but it grew on me.

Rye is perhaps the funniest around her. He's completely entranced. Everything she does, even blinking, is a momentous occasion. He begs for Peeta and I to go on a date so he can babysit and have her all to himself. Naturally, when he suggests this—which is at least once a day—Peeta and I answer with a strong, "No."

There are some things that just scream trouble. Rye babysitting is one of them. He needs just as much supervision as Amy.

The only negative thing since we've brought Any home, is Command. They've been hounding us to see her. They want to show her to Panem. As a propo. Like she was some prize.

Peeta's response to Plutarch doesn't even need repeating.

When Peeta isn't cradling Amy in his arms he's in the training center. Ever since I had her we've been prepared for the moment that Coin decides she's had enough of us and throws us into the field. Naturally Peeta wants to be as fit as possible for this.

And now as I sit with Peeta next to me and Rye on the other side, I wait to see the propo from district 2. It was the last district to fall and now that it has, Peeta says everything could be over within a few weeks. A world with no games and no President Snow.

The screen fills with my Mockingjay pin before showing the district. I gasp. District 2, or at least the section being shown, is nothing more than smoking ruins. People are running about with ashen, tear-streaked faces as they flee a crumbling section of the mountain. The place itself is called "The Nut" and is a very important stronghold in District 2. It housed the heart of the Capitol's military. After the Dark Days, the Capitol was in desperate need of an underground stronghold. Since the majority of their nuclear missiles, aircraft, and weaponry rested in the enemy's hands, they had needed a new place to set up shop.

The Nut was the perfect place. From the outside, it simply looked like the mountain it was, with the exception of multiple entrances carved into the rock. But the inside was cavernous, even sporting a train-based transportation system that could deliver the workers to various parts of the districts.

And now it was collapsed in on itself.

I don't hear what's being said by the narrator. I can only focus on the people fleeing in terror. The bombs striking The Nut. Wait . . . those bombs . . . I know that strategy. More importantly I know who developed it.

Gale. This was all Gale.

I can see it now. How he blew up the entrances, trapped the people inside. But the square of District 2 looks like a huge sinkhole, and then I realize that Gale went a step further. He blew up the train tunnels, too. Gale had no interest in preserving any of the District 2 citizens in the Nut. This was one of his deathtraps.

When his face fills the screen, my ears suddenly resume their function.

"Today is monumental for the Rebels. We've taken 2, and now the only thing stopping us is the Capitol. As you can see, he gestures behind him at the destruction. We are not weak! It's time for the Capitol's tyranny to end! So run and hide, Snow. Run and hide."

The image on the screen fades to black, but Gale's bold words are burning in flame against the blackness.

RUN AND HIDE.

The screen suddenly shuts off, leaving us all in silence.

"What has he done." I say quietly and Peeta rubs my arm softly.

When Rye leaves to go to bed, Peeta turns to face me and sighs heavily. "I have to fight, Katniss."

"I know." I reply softy and brush his cheek with my hand.

"With everything that has happened and everything Snow did to me, it's my duty to fight him. I have to find peace."

A tear slides from my eyes and Peeta wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. "Coin is going to try and kill you. She can't have a mockingjay that could cause another rebellion. And now that Amy is born. ." Peeta goes quiet and I nod my head.

"I know. She can't be the next president."

Peeta nods his head and stands before walking around our room. "I have a plan, but we're going to need everyone's help. Coin is too secure here, we would never be able to get to her. We have to get her in the most vulnerable place."

"The Capitol." I say and Peeta nods.

"She won't go until the Capitol is overthrown and that's where we come in." He looks at me and sits down.

"We go to the Capitol." I say and he shakes his head.

"More than that." He pauses and looks at Amy sleeping in her crib. "We kill Snow."

I nod my head and grab his hand.

"We kill Snow." I repeat back to him and he nods before he responding.

"We kill Snow." He pauses and looks me in the eyes. "Then we kill Coin."

A.N. Oh boy. Guess we'll see how that goes! Anyways star and comment. Only a few more chapters left!!