Time for a six sentence Sunday!
Because yes, we’ve been working on Let Me Fly. :D
“You know, I always sort of thought that after everything was done and over, that we’d come back here.”
“To Twelve?”
“Yeah.  But now that I’m here, I find that this isn’t the place that I’m missing.”
Katniss turns in my arms and slips a hand up to cup my cheek.  “I know what you mean.  This isn’t home.  Our cave, our river, our creek.  That’s home.  But more than that--” she turns again and rests her head against my chest, “--you, me, Peeta, our kids, our family.  Wherever they are, wherever we are, that’s home.”
My arms tighten slightly around my wife so as not to disturb our son and I nod.  She’s got the right of it.  Home isn’t a place.  It’s a people.  My people.  It’s worth fighting to protect.
