A/N: prim never died, district 12 was never destroyed. I own nothing. Please Review!
Haymitch smiled, turning over in his bed to face the women lying beside of him. So much had changed in 2 years. Now everything was better - no-one was hungry, the hunger games were just a sad, deeply regrettable part of history and he had a beautiful fiancee - Effie Victoria Trinket. He remembered that day, in the park.
It was cold, the chilly wind blowing around them as they walked hand in hand around the lake. Suddenly he sat down, near the edge on a old bench, crippled by wood worm and pulled her onto him. She rested her head against his chest, wrapped her fingers in his soft clean linen shirt. When he had lifted her up, bridal-style, she looked surprised. When he placed her down again, before going down on one knee. She had looked even more surprised then. The ring he gave her was simple, yet delicate. One of the things greasy sae was able to save from generation to generation, and she had placed it in his hand, telling him it was the one. And she was right. The single piercing green emerald set in the middle of the delicate white gold band had matched perfectly with her scarf and hat, her favourite colour.
She had smiled, kissing his neck and cuddling into him. She didn't answer the question until he prompted her, but there was no doubt of her answer. They had walked happily back into the district, greeted by Peeta, who was frosting cupcakes in a beautiful duck egg blue coloured icing, and katniss, who was sat in a chair in the corner, hand resting on her slightly rounded stomach. She was talking to prim, who had grown up fast.
She was 15, seeing a girl from the village.
The baby was due any day now, and they had married 6 months previously. It was beautiful, and probably the first time I ever admitted to myself quite how deep my feelings towards effie had become. The first time I'd kissed her, she had kissed me back straight away
. I didn't taste of alcohol. I was off that, taking joy from the good bits of life instead. I owed it to every single person who had died in the fights, the games, the torture.
It really was the perfect day. She was perfect. He loved her so much, and never wanted to let her go.