Hello readers, I attend to finish this story before December of this year and I'm still debating if I should write a sequel to Lost Love. I think I may just because of the success it has on it. To those readers who were confused about switching from past to present through the chapters; this is my style when it comes to writing, and I like to keep readers wanting to know what might happen next.
Here's chapter Twelve.
Peeta's P.O.V.
I poured myself another Crown Royal into my glass and taking a few sips. I turn my television in the living room and on the screen was a show called The Gossip Room. It started Caesar Flickerman and some of his gossip buddies. I can barely stand this show because they just talk so much crap about everyone and everything in the business. I grabbed the remote to change the channel.
"Do you think Peeta will be an excellent father to Lily?" Caesar Flickerman asked his co-hosts.
My ears caught the last few parts of that sentences and turned the channel back to Entertainment! Did Caesar just asked on the screen if I can be an excellent father to my daughter? What in the hell does he have to say about this and he better hope to god I don't talk trash about him.
"Yeah, I think he will," A woman with green hair styled in a messy hair bun with a pink romper answered his question. "He's very protective of her after some photographer asked him if she's a cancer patient and the way he stood up for Lily, he'll make a great father," Tammy General made her statement.
"Should we fear for her? I mean after all, Peeta did hit one of his female co-stars on set while filming Wild Hearts and again on Teamwork," Jonathan Blue pointed out a fact then straitening out his light blue dress pants.
A blond woman with a silver Mohawk shifted forward into her seat, "You know he's a method actor who really gets into character plus don't forget he was in that motorcycle accident prior working on Wild Hearts including taking a lot of medication," Alyssa Kim stated my acting ability and the aftermath of my accident.
"Peeta has apologize to Allison North numerous of times even though it took her three years to drop the lawsuit against him and his actions," Caesar commented on Alyssa's statement.
"We've all seen Peeta playing father on the screen and he treats those kids as his own. He wouldn't dare to lay a finger or hurt them in any way. Even though his life has changed for the good but I think Lily coming into his life has changed him and we finally get to see more of who he is as a person and a father," Tammy said being reasonable and smiled.
"So far, I think Tammy General is my favorite gossip personal," I said to myself as I take a sip of my whisky.
'Motion second,' Katniss appears seating right beside me with her arms folded in front of her and her right leg over covering her left leg.
My eyes widen with shocked and started to choke on my alcohol. I started to cough and hitting my chest to have air in my lungs.
'You look like you just seen a ghost, calm down no need to have a panic attack. I know you really didn't mean to hit your co-star, you just happened to snap right there and then. Peet, you never dealt with your anger and that anger comes from how your mother abused you growing up," My girl on fire looked dead into my eyes as she states my conscious that I've been ignoring for years. "You never went to a therapist as a matter of fact, I was your therapist and I supported through every emotion you threw on the table. I personally think you need to see a professional therapist who can help get rid of that anger of yours. Peeta, you don't need to be perfect all the time, you need have some flaws in your life. For years you have kept that anger bottled up and it keeps growing bigger and bigger. I don't want you to take your anger out on our daughter and if you ever do that, that will scar her mind for the rest of your life,' Katniss replied being serious as she places her hand through my hair.
"I miss you Katniss," I looked into her beautiful gray eyes.
'Also stop drinking in front of Lily, don't become sloppy, and be a perfect example for her. Focus on my words Peeta, go see a therapist and get help. You'll become a better father with Lily as she grows up. Remember what I told Baker boy,' My girl on fire leans in for a kiss.
I leaned in for the kiss too and my lips landed on the sofa, hard. I sat up quickly and looked around for Katniss. "Katniss?" I asked being breathless. I grabbed my head and breathed out to relax my anxiety then looking up with my eyes meeting my whisky glass. "She's right, I need to stop drinking and be a good example for Lily," I grabbed my glass and the bottle as I walked over to the kitchen sink. I poured my glass of whisky down the sink and looking out in the distance. "I should probably go see someone about my anger issues," I said out loud to myself.
"What was that boy?" Haymitch asked startling me.
I placed a hand over my heart and looked at him. "For the love of god, don't EVER scare the living hell out of me again," I warned my manager.
Haymitch placed his hands in mid-air than nodded. "Okay, far enough," he agreed to my warning and then putting his hands down. "Now what did you say before I scared you to death?" He asked wanting to know.
"I was thinking… maybe I should see a therapist about my anger issues and mother issues. I need to get it off my chest and trying not to go back to the dark place in the back of my mind. I need to do this not only for myself but for Lily also," I stated being honest.
My manager clapped his hands very slowly and walking over towards me as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Now, you're thinking like a father and I'll look for the best therapist in the City of Angels." He vowed then looking down at his watch. "We're going to be late to Cinna's fitting appointment and where's my niece at?" Haymitch asked.
"She's here, Uncle Haymitch," Lily stood right in front of us ready to go with a small brown satchel across her body.
Haymitch and I both jumped a little from seeing my daughter's appearance.
"Trying to give me a heart attack there sweetheart?" My manager asked as he placed a hand on his chest.
"Didn't mean too, sorry," Lily apologized for surprising us out of nowhere.
I smiled as I looked into my daughter's eyes. "It's okay Lily and ready to go see Cinna? He's dying to meet you and please be nice to him he's very well respected in my career," I accepted her apology and reminded her to mind her manners.
"Yeah I'm ready, as long as he doesn't dress me up like Glimmer, I think I can handle him," My daughter made a comment.
Haymitch laughs at my daughter's comment. "Don't worry, I don't think he'll do that to you. Alright kids, let's get going!" He leads the way then Lily and myself.
House of Cinna Designs
"Here you go Mr. Mellark and Mr. Haymitch," Renee, Cinna's receptionist leads into the main fitting room.
"Thank you Renee," Haymitch and I said thanking for her hospitality.
I looked down to see Lily's eyes traveling the room being completely stunned. She starts walking over the walls where the portrait of Cinna's fist early designs.
"That should keep her company for a bit up Cinna gets here," Haymitch commented as he clears his throat.
"Peeta!" A woman voice said with excitement and I know that voice from anywhere, it's Portia, my stylist from Cinna's second hand. She's has a golden blonde bob haircut with dramatic makeup, wearing a lime green blazer with a hot pink blouse with two gold necklaces, she wore black skinny jeans with matching black pumps. "I'm so glad that you could join us today and how are you guys doing today?" Portia asked with a smile as she greets us with an air kiss on both sides of our faces.
"I'm doing, we're all doing good Portia and how are you doing today?" I added Lily's presence into the starting conversation.
Haymitch warmed his hands together and clearing his throat, "I think I'll take a seat somewhere around here and make a few phone calls," He tells as he turns around. "Oh and boy," Haymitch added then faces me. "I'll keep track on what you're looking for on that project of yours," he was talking about finding Katniss. My manager smiles at the two of us, "take all the time you need with my client and his daughter, have fun!" He nods his head and turned around again walking towards the other side of the room.
"That's right, your daughter is here, isn't she? Oh I can't wait to meet her!" Portia said with excitement and smiled. "Oh Peeta, she's so beautiful and her name is Lily right?" She complimented my daughter's appearance and checked if her name was correct. "I have a feeling Cinna is going to love her!" My stylist friend squealed and grabbed her measuring tape that's around her shoulders. "Arms out and legs apart please," Portia replied being professional yet friendly.
I did as I was instructed by putting my arms in mid air and my legs apart. "Thank you and she gets it from her mother," The words just rolled off my tongue because it's the truth. "I hope he will too and vice versa." I added my comment.
A door opens and closes behind with a loud bang. I hear light jogging footsteps and turned my head to see Cinna heading towards us. He stops three feet away but straitening his long sleeve black shirt, black jeans, and gold tennis shoes that matched his headband. He smiles and walking towards me, "Hey Peeta, sorry for running late. I was just finishing the last touches on a dress I was working on and didn't mean to keep you waiting." My designer friend gave his explanation on being late.
I laughed by giving him a handshake and an arm hug as he returned welcoming greeting. "It's all good man, don't apologize ever," I meant every word I said.
Portia stands up back on her feet turn turned her heels slightly to face her boss. "Same measurements as they are Cinna, no changes or additions," she reported to him.
"Excellent to hear and how's fatherhood so far?" Cinna asked with a chucked to him.
"It's going, going pretty good. I'm still learning how to be a parent and wrapping the idea around my head that I'm a father now. I went from a single man to being a parent less then a week ago," I expressed my answer about being a parent.
"Where is your strong spoken daughter at? I can't wait to meet the great Lily. I give her a lot of credit on standing up from the paparazzi, normally their parents would do all the talking for their children but I guess your daughter picked up something from you or her mother," My designer friend complimented on Lily's personality.
I turned around to look around the room and I see my daughter walking slowly as she looked at Cinna's early designs. I tiled my head to spot her out. "She's right over there." I answered his questions.
"I'll talk to her, make her feel at home don't worry about it. Portia will take care of you this appointment and I'll get to know her. I got this," Cinna assured me as he walks over to the other side of the room to meet Lily for the first time.
Lily's P.O.V.
"Here you go Mr. Mellark and Mr. Haymitch," Renee, Cinna's receptionist leads us into the main fitting room.
"Thank you Renee," Haymitch and Dad thanked for her hospitality.
The receptionist opens the door into the main fitting room and holds it for all of us to enter then she closed the door behind us. My eyes scanned the room and never seen so much color, so much life, and energy. I spotted a design sketch of a couple of outfits that caught my interest and I started to walk to the other side of the room. The colors and patterns are completely amazing. Cinna is edgy, different, standing out from the crowd, and amazing work.
'Yeah, he seems like a cool guy to be down to earth and doesn't care about that rhinestone, bedazzling, and throwing pink on every dress or outfit he can think of,' My aunt Johanna appearance commented on his work as I walked to each picture frame. 'I think the last time I have ever seen your mom dress up was the Police Ball when you were just two years old I believe. I can actually see you wearing one of these dresses, like that maroon one right there,' Aunt Johanna pointed to a drawing of a one sleeve maroon dress with black long feathers on the waistline of the dress.
I nodded my head to aunt Johanna's comment about the maroon dress and folded my arms in front of me, "That is a really pretty dress," I stated.
"It dress would be great with your skin tone. Maybe when you're older, I'll design a dress in the same color but a much better appearance," A male voice stated with confidence in his tone of voice.
I turned around to the man who spoke about the dress along with the compliment. My eyes look up to face an African-American man with a warm smile as he bends down to eye level with me.
"You are a very brave little girl by speaking your mind to those paparazzi and telling them who's who. You have that fire in your eyes and I haven't seen that kind of fire in any of the guys that modeled for me," The designer replied with a smile and extended his hand out to shake hands. "My name is Cinna and these drawings here were the first rough drafts of Mockingjay, my first and current clothing line," Cinna addressed the beginning process of his first clothing line.
I take his hand and shaking it then we both shake hands, "My name is Lily, Lily Everdeen. I'm Peeta Mellark's daughter which you already knew," I introduced myself of being polite.
"I know and would you want to come to my office? I told you father this over the phone and would you like to be my muse, the face of my new children clothing line? I'm calling it The Girl on Fire. What do you say? I completely understand if you don't want too," Cinna asked being respectful by not forcing me to do anything I wouldn't want to do.
"As long as you don't dress me up as Gilmmer or a Barbie Doll, count me in," I agreed to his offer.
"Great! Awesome to hear and trust me, you're better than any Barbie Doll or Glimmer this city including the whole world has never seen before. Come let's go to my office and you'll be the first one to see the sketches." Cinna stated a fact with a smile as he stands up on his feet.
I nodded my head as the designer leads the way back to his office.
District Twelve, Union Kentucky
Mellark's Bakery
Edna Mellark's P.O.V.
I answered the phone to my family's business while writing down the last caller's request on a cake order. "Hello, thank you for calling Mellark's Bakery. This is Edna, how can I help you?" I replied with a somewhat cheer voice. "Oh Doctor Oliver, hello, how are you?" I asked with a small smile. "Good to hear and I'm doing good. How did my blood test result come out?" I asked while holding the phone and rolling my neck around twice. I fell down behind the counter with my hand still holding onto the phone and placed a hand over my mouth. Tears started to form in my eyes and my breathing starts picking up quickly. "Can-cancer?" I asked whispering to the phone. "How is it possible? My mother's side of the family has never had cancer they were perfectly health." I bowed my head down in disappointment and fear with tears falling down my face. "How soon can we cure this? When can we start treatment or whatever?" I asked being worried and nodded my head as he spoke to me. "I can do Wednesday and thank you Doctor Oliver, bye," I used my right hand to place the phone back on the wooden counter top. 'My god, I have Cancer. Am I going to make it?' I mentally prayed to god.
"Mom. Mom? Are you okay?" My son Rye asked as he bends down looking at me.
I opened my eyes and quickly wiping my tears away then nodding my head. I looked into the eyes of my firstborn son and standing up to my feet. "I'm not feeling so well, I'm just going to go lay down for a bit. Tell your father to meet me upstairs in our room please," I stated being sincere and lightly padded Rye's shoulder. "Please and thank you," I said as I excused myself and started to make my way upstairs towards the master bedroom.
I walk towards to bathroom by turning on the light and walking towards the sink. I look at my reflection and all I see is a bitter old woman who has taken everything for granted and never appreciate anything at all. I felt tears forming into my eyes and start to cry. I looked up to the ceiling as if God had appeared. "What did I ever do to deserve this disease? Was it the way I whipped my three sons? How I pushed Robert away? How I pushed my youngest son into the arms of that Seam whore? How I don't appreciate my grandchildren? Why god, why?" I asked whimpering with sadness in my voice and tears running down my face. "Why did you give me cancer?" I bowed my head down and I cried as I hunched over to the sink. I turned my head to the right and I see my husband's Beard & Head trimmer. I reached to it with my right hand than bringing close to me. I stood up straight and looked at my hideous reflection again. I took off my brown ponytail holder. "I better start now before all of my damn hair falls off," I breathed out and pressed the button to the trimmer than looking back at myself again.
To be continued….
Hello everybody, you have no idea on how beyond sorry I am to keep you guys in a loop on this story. This past semester was just beyond busy and a bit stressful but I passed with flying colors. I'm home for the summer along with working also but I will make an effort to keep this story going and hope to be complicated by Decemeber.
I'm going to make this fanfiction a little more interesting by adding a few things and a fellow writer on here, LACR, gave me an idea on it. Thank you LACR for the idea.
Thank you for everyone that has been with this fanfiction since day one along with keeping the status on it. It's a working progress and my goal is to write a chapter on my days off from work. Because I have so many ideas that will work into the story so keep an eye on that part. I'm also trying to write out on how to bring the person who destroyed Katniss's life.
Have a great summer and stay cool.
Sincerely,
Honeylove90
