Hey! This is gonna be a EXCITING chapter! :D The beginning is in Septimus' POV and then it changes it Isabel's and THEN to Indigo's and finally it ends in Missy's POV. (I used all the characters POVS, so this is a pretty big deal. ;) )
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I woke up to a scream. It was 3am this scream wasn't of fear, it was of pain. Us victors had no fear, not anymore.
After winning the Hunger Games, our fears just disappeared. We had all the money we ever needed, we had nice houses, and we had each other. Our fears were probably hidden inside a letter box, where we could never find them.
I gladly accepted that.
I walked over to Indigo and Isabel's house in the cold rain, I dreaded every drop that landed on my forehead. I banged on their door, only to have Indigo answer. He was covered in sweat, he looked somewhat afraid, despite us having no fears and all. "I'm glad you're here." He grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. "What's going on?" I ask. "It's Isabel, Missy's helping her, she won't let me see her." "Of course she won't." I roll my eyes.
I sit with Indigo, we just talk and drink tea, the time passes by Indigo's brother comes by, wishing us the best of luck. "Missy is so picky, she won't let me see her, I don't get it at all." Indigo sighs and drinks his tea, I made him some Jasmine tea to calm him down, it helped him somehow but it didn't calm him down completely.
"I think Missy just wants to help, maybe she just needs to focus or something." Otto tells him. "When I was in the army I had to go off and fight alone, it was easier than bringing the whole platoon along." "Maybe he's right." I add. "Don't feel bad."
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"Are you alright?" Missy asks me. "Yes." I lied. The pain was unbearable for me, I just wanted to get this over and done.
I sighed and waited for Missy to give me more Morphling, I never really used it before, but we always had some for medical purposes. I could feel Missy inject some Morphling in my arm, I felt instant relief.
After a while my pain was gone completely, I could hear my daughter's cries. I picked her up and held her in my arms, gently rocking her. "She's beautiful." "Thank you Missy." I handed my daughter over to Missy and I stood up. "Just where do you think you're going?" "I'm seeing Indigo, to show him. It's not like I can't walk!" "For god's sake Isabel! You just had a baby and now you're going to just walk around!" "Yes, I am." I took my daughter from her and walked away.
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"Hello?" I could hear Isabel's voice, she walked toward me and sat down. "Isabel!" I hugged her tightly, and I noticed she had a bundle in her arms. I realized that she was my daughter, I just saw her for the first time. "She's beautiful, just like you." "Thank you." I looked over at Septimus and Otto and signaled them to come. "Can I hold her?" Septimus asked. "Of course."
I watched Septimus hold my daughter, he just sat there with her in his arms, the room was silent, all eyes were on those two. Isabel looked over the names he gave her, I let her make this decision.
"I think I've made a decision." "What are you going to name her?" The three of us say in unison. "Marigold."
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I decided I had to forgive Isabel, it wasn't really a big deal, but I felt guilty.
I headed downstairs and saw everyone together, like a family. "Hello?" I walk towards them and sit down. "Missy?"
Isabel looks at me. "I'm sorry." "That's nothing to apologize about." She gives me a quick hug and hands me her daughter, she named her while I was gone, her name is Marigold.
Eventually Otto and Septimus fell asleep on the couches, Indigo was upstairs sleeping, leaving Isabel and I awake. "You should go to bed." I tell her. "I'm not tired." "How can you not be tired?" "I'm just not tired, I'll probably fall asleep during the daytime anyways." "Alright then, whatever you say."
The next morning I woke up at about 11am, I was up all night and so was Isabel, who had went to bed earlier.
"Good morning Missy." Indigo said. "You want something to eat?" "Okay, if you insist." I walked into the kitchen with him, I watched as he made some pancakes. He wasn't a bad cook, unlike my father, who burned everything he made.
Shortly afterwards Indigo handed me a plate of pancakes and some orange juice. "Otto's gone isn't he." "Yeah, he had to go to work and my mum is out of town right now." "And the Victory Tour is only a few months away, we don't have much time, do we." "Why do you even care about the Victory Tour? It's going to be the same as last year." "No, it's not."