a/n: new hayffie story . full length . please enjoy ! (;

Chapter One: Effie

I look at the doctor again. "No, that has to be a mistake." I whisper.

"There's no mistake, Ms. Trinket. We've taken about four tests, and all of them point back to this," he sighs, "congratulations once more, you're pregnant."

The sounds of screaming wake me up, and I sigh, feeling my forehead. It's covered in a cold sweat. I sit up in my bed, and push my slippers onto my feet. I wrap a robe around my body and I walk into the hallway. I go down the hallway until I find the bedroom.

I peer into the crib, and see my daughter thrashing in her crib. "Emmy," I whisper as I pick her up, and pick up her blanket. I wrap her in it. I walk to the other crib, where the older twin is kicking around, his eyes watering. "Mason," I sigh, as I shift Emmy in my arms and pick up Mason, wrapping him in his blanket.

They don't stop crying, so I take them to my bedroom, and sigh. I lie out carefully, and then lay Emmy on half of my chest, and then her brother, who's six hours older than her, on the other side.

I hum a lullaby, and look over at the digital clock. It's four o' five in the morning. I like getting up early, but now with my two month old twins, I cherish every moment of sleep I get, which isn't a lot.

Emmy's cries die down to a whimper, and soon, so do Mason's. I plant soft kisses on both of their foreheads. I lay Emmy on the other side of the king sized bed and then I lay Mason beside her. I sigh, and turn on my side so that I'm facing my children. Their tufts of blonde hair pains me to see.

Whenever I wake up, the babies are still asleep. The time on the clock says that it's eight o' four. I sit up in bed, and look at the calendar that's hanging on my wall. The date is circled in red. I get out of bed, push my slippers on, slip my robe on, and check once more to make sure of the date.

Hunger Games Reaping.

I sigh, and watch the babies for a second. I don't want to wake them, but I have to be out of this house by nine, so that I can get on the train to District Twelve. I have to take the children with me, and that's what I'm nervous about. Haymitch Abernathy will be there.

The father of my children, who doesn't even know that his twins exist. I sigh, and pick the babies up, Emmy wakes up immediately, the light sleeper she is, and she wriggles in my arms. I sigh. They need fed. Mason continues sleeping, so I take them to their nursery. I lay Emmy on the changing table, and put Mason in his crib. I change Emmy's diaper, and then I go to the closet, and find an outfit for her. It's reaping day, and today's extra special, as it is the Quarter Quell.

I find a nicer article of clothing, and slip my daughter into it. I put a pacifier in her mouth, and then put her in Mason's crib as I change his diaper and put him in an onesie. I sit down in the rocking chair, and lay Mason on my chest, as I put a bib over his chin, I put him against my nipple and help him breastfeed. I do the same thing to Emmy, on my other breast, and then wipe their chins. I burp them both and lay them in their cribs. I put the baby monitor beside Mason's crib, and I take the other one to the bathroom with me.

I slip into the shower, and once I get out, I grab my hair brush and a few hair ties. I tie my hair into a neat bun on the top of my head, for my wig, and then slip on my long white dress. I do my makeup simply today, with white eye shadow and black eyeliner. I brush my teeth and then put on my high heels. I walk back to the nursery, and grab both of the babies' bags.

I put both of the babies in the double stroller, strapping them in, and then putting blankets on top of them. We'll be gone from the house for about three weeks. I grab some of their toys, my breast pump, and everything else I need. I put the babies bags in the bottom pouch and then push them out the door. I walk down the street.

The train station is roughly five minutes by walking. I walk, every other second, looking down at my two children. People on the street are putting out signs that are announcing buoyantly the Hunger Games. Not that everyone in Panem doesn't already know.

I board the train, and find a seat in one of the booths. I get my children out of the stroller, and lay them on my lap.

I sigh and close my eyes.

One of the twins wriggles on my lap, kicking my leg. I sigh. I'm incredibly tired.

I huff and open my eyes. I sit Emmy up, and then lean her against my stomach, and then I set Mason up beside her. I run my perfectly manicured fingers over their silky blonde hair. That trait could be from either me or Haymitch.

I press my lips against their heads. "I'm so sorry that I can't do anything right."

Emmy whimpers in response, and punches the air. I smile softly, and take one of my hands out. She grabs one of my fingers.

I press them closer to me, running my fingers against Mason's head, feeling his soft tufts of hair.

I never imagined that I would be holding two babies. I never wanted children, always felt it was a burden. And then I got pregnant to Haymitch. When the doctor first told me, I was in shock. I denied. I denied up until the day that I felt them moving inside of me, until the day that I got the baby bump. Then, I got another bomb dropped – I was having twins. Not just one baby, but two.

When I went into labor, I was already at the hospital, because they wanted to keep me after I had a false alarm.

I gave birth to Mason at five thirty nine in the morning. I spent six agonizing hours pushing Emmy out. She wouldn't come. Emmy was finally birthed at eleven sixteen in the morning.

And now, I wouldn't trade these two babies for anything. They are now everything, and they always will be.

Sure, at the beginning, I wasn't sure how good of a mother I would be. I thought for sure, I would screw up horribly. And then I gave birth to them. And I breastfed for the first time. And I laid with them both. I kissed their cheeks, and wrapped them in blankets.

Not everything in this life can be easy, and I've learned that thanks to Emmy and Mason. Not everything is a walk in the park.

At the beginning of the tunnel, it's dark and blurry, and you have no idea what's going to happen next – that was the worst part, not knowing anything. Not having a plan. But then, it gets brighter, and brighter. And finally, you're not as scared.

And that's when you know, everything is going to be okay.

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