*****SPOILERS FOR THE THIRD BOOK********* You've been warned.

A oneshot for the Hunger Games c:

I don't own the Hunger Games, if I had, Finnick wouldn't have died, neither would have Prim.

I stand in front of the full-length mirror. Never in my life would I have ever seen myself doing this.

But I am. I am getting married.

To Peeta Mellark, of all people.

Not that I don't love him dearly, which I do. I love him more than anyone, besides Prim. Oh, Prim. How she would have loved to see me today. Maybe she would be walking down the isle as my maid of honor, not Delly. And Madge. She would have been my bridesmaid, and she would have been the best darn bridesmaid ever to be a bridesmaid.

Maybe, if I could go back in time far enough, I would save my father so it would be him walking me down the isle. Not my mother, who may not even have the strength to walk me. Too many bad memories.

I sigh. I do look beautiful. The dress I'm wearing was designed by Cinna, one of the last few dresses he ever made for me. It's a light, flow-y material that hugs my body just right. He had obviously made this dress only for me. He knew I would make it through the Quell. He knew I would marry Peeta.

The thought that he always was betting on me made me smile. It gave me one small confort in this whole crazy, stressful day.

I hear a knock on the door. I turn and see my mother standing there.

"Five minutes." she says softly, walking over to me. She puts her hands on my shoulders and looks at my reflection.

"You are beautiful, Katniss." she kisses my cheek softly and then turns to leave.

"I'll see you when you walk down the isle." with this statement, she makes it obvious she will not walk with me.

I nod, swallowing any sadness or nervousness.

My mother closes the door, and I turn back to the mirror. I straighten my veil and prepare to walk down the isle.

Suddenly, there's another knock on my bedroom door.

I turn to see Haymitch slipping into the room. He stands in front of the door and observes me.

"They didn't do too bad of a job of cleaning you up." he comments. "Not that I didn't think they couldn't, I mean, if they can clean you up after the first games, they definitely can clean you up now."

My prep crew had plucked and polished me until I shone (and was a bit pink).

"Do you want anything?" I ask. I'm not in the mood to be harassed.

"To let you know..." he takes a deep breath, like he's about to say the hardest thing he's ever said. "To let you know that, Katniss, you're like... the daughter I never had, and until the games... well, never wanted." he gives a little laugh. "But, Katniss, I guess, well I guess I love you. Like, a daughter."

Well, he had practically treated me as a daughter after Peeta's return to twelve- making sure I didn't do anything stupid.

I smile and hug him. I had never really hugged Haymitch before, but it honestly felt like I was hugging my father- well a father figure.

"So," I smile, "will you do me the honor of walking me down the isle?"

Haymitch shakes his head and laughs. "Of course, sweetheart." Old Haymitch is back.

I laugh as he takes my arm in his and drags me down the stairs. This is the best time I have ever had with Haymitch.

As we exit my house and take the short walk down the driveway that was also the "isle" to the place where Peeta and the minister stood. I feel my stomach tighten and my heart pound. I'm getting married. I'm getting married.

As Haymitch places my hands in Peeta's, he whispers a final sentence to me.

"Don't forget to use tongue, sweetheart."

Oh, Haymitch, you goofy moose xD

I hope you enjoyed!

-Kitty.