Sorry for the late update I have no excuses whatsoever so yeah, we'll just leave it at that.

Anyway CATCHING FIRE TRAILER ON SUNDAY! I AM SOOO EXITED! I have convinced my parents to let me get up at 2am (the time it comes out in the UK) to watch it! No idea how I did it but hey!

In response to Mitchie even if I do go with the Haymitch and Effie thing Haymitch will definitely not lose his sarcasm and Haymitch will not die, don't worry! I don't like fanfics where he dies either! Thanks for the review :)

Also get well soon to one of my best friends CammieLunaCullen we'll all miss you tomorrow! :( (and you're ditching me in DT ;))

Disclaimer – I do not own The Hunger Games

Chapter 13

"Annie and Finn are here."

"Alright, we'll be down soon. Katniss is still sleeping."

Sleeping? Wait, I was never sleeping. After we put our stuff away we had gone into the room where we used to watch the interviews and training scores to relax for a while. I remember leaning against Peetas shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around me protectively and closing my eyes for a while but then…

Okay, so maybe I did fall asleep. But not for that long…right?

I open my eyes, still feeling slightly groggy to find my head in Peetas lap, that the sun is at its highest point in the sky. I'd slept for nearly three hours.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask, still sounding half asleep.

"For what? Nothing's going on here. Besides, I like watching you sleep. You don't scowl. Improves your looks a lot." He says with a grin.

I am thrown back in time to the arena. I'm pretty sure he said exactly the same thing to me there. The first night in the cave. When I'd said I'd slept too long and he replied with the same thing.

"Wait a minute. You said that…?" I ask, slightly confused.

"Yeah," Peeta says studying the look on my face. "You know I do remember most things now. Thanks to you I feel a lot better."

"Good to know," I reply smiling about what he'd said about me. "So you remember everything now?" I ask, still wondering if he remembers the bread and the first day of school. It might be selfish of me but I loved the way he knew everything about me. Sometimes he remembered things I'd totally forgotten about.

Like the time he sat behind me in maths and dropped his pencil by my chair. He said it was by accident but I still remain unsure about that fact. Especially as I ended up picking it up.

"I think so," Peeta smiles and leans down to kiss me.

I instantly relax. The feeling of Peetas lips brushing against mine relaxes my whole body. I wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers into his soft, blonde locks pulling him closer to me. Peeta deepens the kiss slightly and I smile against his lips.

"Please. For the love of God if you're going to do that can you make sure it's in your room? You have literally just scarred me for life. What would Effie say?"

Haymitchs voice brings me back to reality. Me and Peeta jump apart like two kids getting caught like their parents.

Which is exactly what's happened if you think about it.

I blush profoundly and sneak a glance at Peeta to find his face is a shade of red too. "We were just ermm…" Peeta struggles to find the right words and I realise I have no chance at talking whatsoever. If Peeta doesn't know what to say nobody does.

But Haymitch only laughs "Don't apologise to me, although I would like it if I didn't see that again it can only get worse…"

"HAYMITCH!" I scream, realising what he was implying. God help me!

Haymitch guffaws again, "Just make sure Effie doesn't see. I wouldn't like to be in your shoes if she sees you," Haymitch warns us and although there is a hint of sarcasm in his words I decide to take in what he's saying.

Who knows the things Effie would say. It was bad enough on the train on the victory tour when me and Peeta were only sleeping in the same bed for the nightmares. What would she say now?

"Yeah well, we were just about to go and see Annie and Finn. Weren't we Katniss?" Peeta saves the situation again. Looking at me very pointedly whilst he says the last part.

"Yes," I say with a little more force than I intended. "I was just picking my …jacket up," I stumble over my words clueless, "like this?" I question sounding like a total idiot, picking my jacket up from the bottom of the couch and thanking my lucky stars it was there.

"Course you were sweetheart," Haymitch says, his voice dripping with the sarcasm that makes up 99% of his language "Go on then scoot!" he tells us waving his arms. "Leave me to drink in peace without any interruptions," he says raising his eyebrows at me.

"Okay, okay," I say holding my arms up in surrender. I look at Peeta to find he is already stood up. I walk across to him and he puts his arm around my waist.

"Bye Haymitch," he says his voice mocking, "have fun!" he adds in a sing song voice.

Haymitch just scowls before turning his attention back to his drink.

The walk over to the elevator is silent. It would have been awkward the last time we were here but now everything has changed it isn't. You don't always need words.

We reach the elevator and step in. Even now I still can't look down. The glass floor means you can see twelve stories down and a drop from that height can be quite scary.

Peeta presses the button with '4' on it and the elevator starts to move.

"Well that was awkward," I say laughing.

"No kidding," Peeta replies, a smile on his face "I thought he was going to tell Effie. Then we'd be in big trouble!" he says emphasising the 'big'.

I laugh "Haymitch might be mean but he isn't that mean," I say.

"Or is he?" Peeta raises his eyebrows at me and I raise mine back at him. We both laugh but are stopped by the 'ding' of the elevator meaning we have reached the fourth floor.

The doors open and we are faced with the same layout as our floor but with sea coloured walls, framed shells and a sandy coloured carpet. Part of me feels angry at the designers of the training centre for this. Tributes from the other districts got reminders of home in their apartments whereas we got normal furnishings.

Then again a 'coal' themed room would look pretty bleak.

But the place does look beautiful. You can almost hear the waves and smell the sea, everything is so realistic. I take Peetas hand and for some reason I feel myself relax when I didn't even think I was tensed up to start with. I guess I'm just nervous about meeting Annie again and especially little Finn. I don't know how much he looks like his father and I don't want to get upset when it is evident that Annie misses him far much more than I do and she can hold herself together.

But she didn't watch him die with the feeling inside you that you could have saved him.

I shake my head ridding myself from those thoughts and just in time too because I can hear Annie's voice behind me.

"Katniss, Peeta, is that you?" she asks and me and Peeta turn to look at her.

"Hi Annie," Peeta says, taking the lead as always, "I haven't seen you in ages!" he exclaims wrapping her in a tight embrace without squashing the boy in Annie's arms. He then looks down to pay attention to Finn.

He looks so much like his father it's unreal. Those sea-green eyes. Bronze coloured hair. Even down to the golden coloured skin. The only difference is his personality. Whilst Finnick was cocky, confident and flirtatious, Finn is more like his mother. Quiet and shy. Even though he's only a few months old he looks like the child that would be scared you'd bite his head off or something.

"And this is Finn?" Peeta questions looking down at the baby.

"Yeah," Annie replies "I named him Finn to remember him. He looks so much like Finnick don't you think?" she asks us, her voice filled with pride.

"The spitting image," I tell her "He is so sweet. Finnick would love him."

"Finnick loves him," Annie corrects me, brushing back Finns short, tufty hair from his face, "He's still watching over us."

"They all are," Peeta says.

Annie seems lost in some sort of trance. I look at Peeta concerned but he only shakes his head. I look back at her and Finn, frowning slightly. Finnick would always help Annie when she zoned out like this.

Now he's gone. Annie doesn't have anyone.

Finn makes an adorable little baby like gurgle and Annie comes back. No, she has Finn now. A little piece of Finnick that will live, alive with her forever.

I smile as we make our way over to the living room.

We spend the afternoon with Annie and Finn. We don't talk about the games. The war. What we've lost. We talk about other stuff. The good memories. What we have now. Then about Finn.

I am met with the fact of children again. When Peeta holds Finn he looks just like a father. I can imagine him with children of his own someday. Whilst I have no worry about Peeta being a father – he would be perfect, he's patient, loving, caring and most of all protective – there's our past and me.

When I hold Finn it just feels strange. Like I don't belong there. Peeta looks at me like I looked at him when he held Finn. Like I'd make a perfect mum.

Yeah right.

Annie seems to be coping really well. Apparently she's sees my mother often. She tells me she often speaks of me like she's proud of me. I want to mend my relationship with her properly. I want to believe what she said on the phone the other say.

But I'm still worried she'll turn me down again. I'm not sure if I could take another person coming back into my life only to turn away again.

We leave Annie and Finn about four. Finn was getting tired and grumpy and probably just wanted to sleep. But we promise Annie we'll try and see her tomorrow after Effie has debriefed us about what we're going to be doing.

Oh the joys of 'Effie's schedule'

When we reach our floor we find Haymitch passed out on the couch. I raise my eyebrows at Peeta before I sit down on the couch we were sat on earlier; Peeta follows me and sits down beside me, his arm slung around my shoulders.

"You looked like a mum with Finn back there," he tells me, his voice barely above a whisper in my hair.

I lift my head to look at him. "Not as much as you did," I say quietly.

"Me looked like a mum?" he laughs.

"No silly," I punch his arm playfully, "a daddy."

"I love the way you say daddy," he mumbles.

I know he wants kids. I know he's going to do everything in his power to convince me. But I also know he will never do anything I don't want him to do. If I don't want kids. Peeta will convince himself the same.

"Maybe one day," I say, not wanting to crush his dream so soon.

"Really?" he asks me "I thought you didn't want kids?" and the way he says it makes me feel so, so guilty.

"I said maybe," I tell him and Peeta nods in understanding. "Now where were we before someone rudely interrupted us?" I ask Peeta whilst glancing at Haymitch.

"I have a pretty good idea," he replies with a smile, bending down to kiss me.

If any of you are wondering how old Finn is I worked out if Peeta was rescued in early September Finnick and Annie's wedding was mid-October so then if Annie got pregnant then nine months would take us to around May, June time and we're June, July time so yeah a month old maybe around there.

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