A/N: Hey guys! OK. Well, please review guys! Also I've decided to do different POV's :)

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Baylyn POV

'Well… Of course, the Odairs,' he says cockily, pulling a big toothy smile when we all groan.

'Really Haymitch, no way!' I laugh, and he chuckles back at me.

'Yeah Baylyn, I didn't think they'd go, especially since it's their house we're staying in!' he says. 'Any who, Johanna Mason's bringing her daughter-' He's cut off by a gasp from mum.

'She has a daughter?' mum whispers, making my father laugh at her.

'Yes Katniss, she has a daughter, the same age as Baylyn at that - she is human too you know…' Haymitch says slowly, right in her face, as though he's talking to a three year old. Mum raises her eyebrows at him and waves her hand in front of her face, trying to get the stench of liquor away. This makes him chuckle again, then carry on: 'So Johanna's bringing Bella, and Bella's little friend Macy, and, uh, well….' He stutters, then whispers to dad 'Can you hold her down for this?' My parents' eyes widen, but dad takes mum in to a hug from behind her, grabbing her arms and holding on to them quite gently; for now.

'Um… yeah, the Hawthorne's are coming.'

'WHAT?!' my mum screams, and you can see dad's grip tighten. 'What the hell has he got to do with the Hunger Games?!'

'Erm, sweetheart – it's for rebels and victors,' grandpa Haymitch says softly, 'calm down sweetheart.'

'Calm down? CALM DOWN?! I just found out that my worst enemy is going to a festival for two months and you're telling me to calm down?!' she spits. 'We are not going. No way.'

My dad then drags my mum away and up the stairs and all we can hear as they leave is: 'Peeta, don't you dare… let me go, Peeta, now!' Then a door shuts and we're standing in the kitchen awkwardly.

'Well, kids, how about some lunch? Asher, go get me some eggs or whatever you want. Baylyn, you can cook. Oh, and by the way, do you know where your parents hide the liquor?' he grins at me and begins searching the cupboards. When he finds what he wants, he slumps at the kitchen table while I cook some eggs and pop some bread in the toaster.

Katniss POV

'Peeta, for god's sake let me GO!' I shriek, trying to squirm my way out of his tight grip as he drags me along the landing.

'No Katniss, calm down will you? And stop squirming, or I'll just hold you tighter,' he whispers into my ear. I let out a sigh but relax, and he pulls me into our room, closing the door and pushing me up against it.

'Now listen Katniss, I'm not exactly over the moon Gale is coming, but seriously, don't take it out on Haymitch like that. And we are going – you don't ever stop talking about how much you miss Annie and Finnick, how much you want to see their son. You haven't seen them in bloody 16 years! They haven't met Baylyn or Asher, they don't know we got married, and you didn't even know Johanna had a 15 year old girl till today, even though she's been alive as long as our daughter! So pull your act together Katniss, by the time we leave. As in, you have five days to get better, OK?'

'Got it Peeta,' I say quietly. He takes my chin and lifts it up, his electric blue eyes staring into my grey ones. I feel my knees go slightly weak and I begin to sob. I don't understand why I'm crying but Peeta takes me in to his arms, carrying me over to the queen size bed and sitting me down. The sobs started quiet but now rack my body.

'Hey, hey love… it's alright… I'm sorry, it's OK, you should be upset,' he whispers in soothing tones. I look up at him.

'I don't want to see him Peeta. I don't want too,' I say, like a 3 year old all over again.

'I know, baby, I know,' he says, rocking me in his arms. I look up at him and press my lips to his. He slides his arms around my small waist and I snake mine up his chest and around his neck, pulling him closer to me. His right hand creeps up my back and takes the tie out of my braid, running his fingers through my waves of dark hair. I tangle my own fingers in his blonde curls, and force the kiss to be more passionate. His tongue runs along my bottom lip and I moan into his mouth, my tongue darting in to his and exploring around. After a while we break the kiss and come up for air, both panting heavily. He gives me a sad smile and combs my hair with his fingers, before whispering in to my mouth, 'we should back now.' I nod my head and begin to re-braid my hair. I rush to the bathroom and dab away the red blotches on my face with a wet cloth, and when they're gone, I clasp hands with Peeta and we go down the stairs.

Peeta POV

She still has no idea, the affect she can have, especially on me. One minute, I can be angry with her, but when she begins to cry, I go soft, my heart melts for her. I hate to see her upset.

As we go downstairs, the smell of eggs fills the air. We walk into the kitchen to see Baylyn, Asher and Haymitch at the table with plates of scrambled eggs and buttered toast. Haymitch has a bottle of liquor – our liquor, obviously, since his next load doesn't come in till next week and he's quite obviously finished his – whereas the kids have cartons of orange juice. They glance up at us, expecting anger, but we just smile at them and I whisper to Katniss that I'll get some cheese buns from next door, the bakery.

Baylyn POV

'So mum, when do we go?' I ask.

'Um, next Wednesday honey. Five days,' mum replies, busying herself setting place mats for her and dad and getting some plates.

'Yay, can't wait!' Asher says, blatantly attempting to imitate me, with expected failure.

'Yay, can't wait!' I grin back in his face, doing an impression of him (which, I might point out, was much better than his attempt doing me).

'Oh, shut up kids,' grandpa Haymitch moans, and we all laugh, just as dad walks through the door.