So I've never wrote for Effie, so I would like to apologize beforehand for how shitty this will probably is. I know that Effie is an eccentric character, but I don't know how to write her. I apologize beforehand for how OOC this is going to be.

All rights go to Suzanne Collins.

Peeta

Haymitch took the news a lot better than I thought he would. I never thought that he would be mad, but I would have figured that he would have been drunk. Haymitch just seems different lately. Almost that he is putting himself back together.

Katniss is still sitting outside, looking at the Primroses that I planted when I moved back. She looks almost happy. The only thing that would make her genuinely happy is if Prim was here, but the Primroses are as close as she will ever get to her.

It's about five o'clock in the afternoon and the wind is starting to blow outside. September is approaching fast, and soon autumn will be surrounding us.

Katniss had a squirrel skinned from the last time she went hunting, so I figured tonight we could have squirrel. Katniss walks into the house a goes straight for the shower.

. . .

Dinner was great. Katniss even seemed to enjoy it. Buttercup even enjoyed his small portion. After dinner the phone rang. Nobody ever called us; only if it was for some interview in the Capitol, which we always declined. I beat Katniss to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?" I said casually.

"Peeta, why didn't you guys tell me that Katniss was pregnant?" Effie said basically yelling into the receiver.

"We fou-. Wait, how did you even find out?" I said suspiciously.

"Haymitch, duh!"

"We literally told him about an hour ago!" I said looking out the window that faced Haymitch's house. He glanced up, smirked, shrugged his shoulders and closed his blinds like he knew exactly what happened.

"Well, then I guess he doesn't know how to keep his big mouth shut! The bigger question here is why you didn't tell me!" She continued.

"Well, Effie, if you would let me get a sentence out I could answer that for you." Katniss looked up at me with wide eyes.

"Well, continue!" I could picture her jumping up and down.

"We found out that she was pregnant today actually. We told Haymitch, and we were planning on calling you tomorrow." I rushed the words out of my mouth.

"I want to talk to Katniss!" She basically screamed with joy.

"I guess. Katniss? Effie wants to talk to you." Katniss got up from her chair and took the phone.

. . .

Later on that night Katniss joined me on the couch while I was watching TV when all of the sudden a special Capitol TV news report came on. "Sources say that the star crossed lovers from District 12 are expecting a new addition to the family. We will update when we know more."

Katniss looked over at me and her face was just an emotional wreck. "Why can't they give us just this, Peeta?" She buries her head into my chest and starts crying.

"Shh, I don't know. I just wish they did too." I pulled her in closer and started softly rocking her. "Are you tired?"

"Just a little." She quickly responds.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." I pick her up and make my way for our bedroom.

I lay her down on the bed, and she's just a lifeless form. Tired, overwhelmed with everything that's happened today. I couldn't possibly imagine how hard this was for her to take in. I gently shook her body and she jerked awake. "It's okay, Katniss. It's only me. Do you want to shower now or in the morning?"

She sits up, takes in the room, "Yeah, I'll just take one now." She got up and walks into the bathroom. I decide to open all the windows in the bedroom and crack a couple downstairs. I closed the blinds and went upstairs to do the same. I look out of our bedroom window that faces the Hob. The Hob still exists, but it's not illegal anymore. Children play hopscotch in the street, run around together, and every day at the same time you see them walking home with their book bags on their backs and the occasional book or two in hand.

I can already see our perfect little daughter walking home with her friends, laughing and telling each other stories about their day.

I hadn't mentioned this to Katniss, but I was secretly hoping for a little girl that looked exactly like her. I wanted her to call me 'daddy', have her come to me when she has a problem, and even ask me to braid her hair. We haven't even known for 24 hours and here I am already thinking about her.

Katniss walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, and stood before me. "Do you think you can french braid my hair?"

It wasn't my daughter asking me, but it was close enough. I sat down on the bed and patter the spot between my legs. She plopped down and starting twiddling her thumbs.

For braiding hair only a couple times I would have to say that I did a pretty decent job. She sat up and kissed me on the lips for an amazing 5 seconds. She went downstairs to turn off the lights and when she got back I was already in bed. She got in with me laying her head on my shoulder. Her wet hair making my shirt soaked, but I could have really cared less.

So I hope you all liked this chapter! I'm going by what the book says and I can already tell you that Katniss is having a little girl. That's just common knowledge. But what should I name her!? So I really appreciate reviews and I get really excited when they show up in my email. So please send reviews!

A big thanks to my beta!

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