a/n: I feel obliged to make a long chapter-so this time, I'm going to try-but I don't know. Thanks for all the comments. I love hearing what you guys think about everything. Honestly, some of your opinions determine the fate of…Wade, Katniss, Peeta, Haymitch, Effie. Also-who ships Effie/Haymitch? I think after I finish Finders, Keepers, before I begin the sequel, I want to do a full length Hayffie story.

What do you think?

Chapter Fourteen: Too Soon

The painting is beautiful. It's wonderful. He's perfectly painted me and Wade. Wade's eyes, open for a change, are the exact shade of Peeta's, and when I look up to see Peeta, his face is lit up, including his eyes. I look back at the painting. My hair has fallen over my face in my portion, and you can see my smile, big and beautiful, as I watch my son. It's perfect.

"I was thinking about giving it to Effie so that she could take it back to District Twelve and give it to your mother."

"I think…I think it's beautiful, Peeta."

He smiles, "It's the best I've ever done," he admits, "I think it's because I'm painting two of my favorite people."

For some reason, I begin to cry. I feel pregnant once more, from my hormone levels. He puts the painting down and wraps one of his arms around me.

I cry into his shoulder, and don't stop, and keep holding onto him. Tears of happiness, Wade tears, tears that I've been holding back, about the reaping, the game maker tears, all of them come and they just, spread onto his shirt. I just cry, and cry, and let it out. He sets his chin on top of my head, and I breathe in the scent of Peeta.

"Sleep with me."

I lay Wade into his crib and kiss him. I'm not ready for tomorrow to come. I don't know how I'll be able to part with him. It's nine o' clock, and after another feeding, I decide to put him to bed, and get ready for bed myself.

The words come breathlessly from Peeta, as he stands beside me, waiting for his turn with Wade.

I turn to him, "Peeta."

"Katniss."

I sigh, "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"And why not?" he corners.

"For one reason, we won't ever actually sleep."

Peeta raises an eyebrow, "I don't know what you were thinking," he says, "but I was thinking of taking Wade out of his crib and lying in bed with the two of you," he moves his eyebrows up and down, "but I don't know what I was thinking – you know, we can always do what you had in mind. Sleeping's so overrated."

I blush, and pick Wade up, and hand him to his father. "First offer, lover boy."

He pouts and looks at Wade, "Guess daddy's not getting lucky tonight little boy."

I hit his arm and get into bed, pulling back the covers. Peeta lies beside me, and stretches out. He lays Wade on his chest. I turn on my side, and rake my fingers through Peeta's hair. It's soft. Peeta looks over, not moving his hands from Wade's spot on his chest, "You like the hair?

"Totally."

He grins, and looks back at his son. "I can't believe we made this."

Wade's fallen asleep, comfortably on Peeta's chest.

"He looks so much like you."

"Nah," Peeta says, touching Wade's cheek. Our son huffs, and then shuts his mouth and goes back to his sleeping bliss, "he's totally got the Katniss good looks."

I move my head back, "Honestly, I think you're blind."

Peeta fake gasps. "Do you now?"

"Yes, I do now."

Peeta picks Wade off of him, and lays him in between the two of us. The kid can sleep through anything. "He's cold." I lay a finger on his forehead, and Peeta's not lying.

I stand from the bed and walk over to the crib and grab a few of the soft baby blankets that Effie got us. I lay a few on top of him, and then move myself farther back into the blankets. It's freezing in here. I shiver.

"You cold?"

I shrug.

"Come here."

I move Wade and place him on top of my chest, as I get closer to Peeta. I don't care again about Gale. I have a son with Peeta. I have a connection to Peeta, and the connections not going to last much longer.

Soon, I will die.

I am pressed into Peeta's chest, and he tangles our legs together, and his body warmth is undeniable. I love it. I lift up the bottom of his shirt and touch his abs. Rock hard. I blush in the darkness, and he chuckles, "Like what you feel, beautiful?"

I don't answer him, and I just touch Wade's hair. It feels like silk against my fingertips. He huffs again in his sleep, and I yawn.

Soon, sleep finds me.

When I wake up, we're in the same position as last night, me against Peeta, and Wade in between us, nestled. Wade and his father are still both sound asleep, and I check the digital clock. It's nine sixteen. We should be awake and getting Wade breakfast and getting last minute advice since Haymitch. If he's sober.

I softly move Wade, and he wakes up almost instantly.

I'm grateful for the full night worth of sleep, and Wade probably needs it too. From yesterday's activities, who knows what Effie was doing with him, and then the painting, and last night our talking.

He doesn't cry, and he just looks around. I smile at him, and finger his hair again. It's one of my obsessions-Wade's hair. It's as soft as silk and it looks exactly like Peeta's hair. Then there are Wade's eyes, the exact same shade of blue as Peeta's. It's so mesmerizing, it makes me jealous of my brown eyes. Then there is just him in general. He's the most amazing thing in this entire cruel universe, and he's mine.

I take him to the pile of clothes by the crib and pick out something for him to wear and I change his diaper. He just wears a little onesie. I grab a blue blanket and I wrap him in it, and put in a pacifier. He looks around, and sticks one of his arms out. I put my finger out, and he grips it in one of his little hands.

I decide to wake up Peeta.

Peeta on the other hand is worse than Wade. He could sleep through a freaking revolution, or a hurricane. I shake him, and he just stirs.

I finally manage to wake him up. His eyes flutter open.

He sits up in bed, and I immediately hand him Wade. It's the only thing that makes him wake up fully – Wade in his arms, and I use it to my advantage. He carefully stands from the bed, and walks behind me. We don't talk – no good mornings, or talks about last night, or anything. We know what today is.

There is no need for talking.

Today is our last day with Wade. At least my last day.

We walk to the table, where Effie and Haymitch are both sitting – Effie sipping a glass of orange juice, and Haymitch taking swigs straight from a tall bottle.

We set at the table, and I let Peeta feed Wade. I prepare the bottle that's sitting in front of my plate, and hand it across the table to him. He feeds it to him. Nobody talks, and we all sit in silence as we chew our food. After we eat, we're immediately given one hour before we have to leave Wade with the game makers.

Effie told us last night at dinner that she had asked them if we could be the one's to drop off Wade to them, and she said that they had grudgingly allowed it.

I'm glad for this.

We have one hour to pack up the crib and all of Wade's things and drop it off at the game makers.

Effie also told us that if anything were to happen to either of us in the arena, that Effie would immediately be taking him back to District Twelve to our families, along with all of his things.

I lay in the bed, holding Wade. Peeta is holding me in his arms, pressing kisses along my shoulders and in my hair. All of Wade's things are packed up, including the reddened sheets on which I gave birth to him on. Peeta and I washed them, but the stains didn't come out. I want them taken back to the District after Peeta is crowned victor for Wade to see whenever he gets older.

"I can't believe it's almost time."

Peeta keeps kissing me, leaving me to rant.

"I can't believe this is my last hour with him."

He stops.

"No."

I sigh, "Don't make me argue with you, Peeta."

"I don't want a fight. If you think you're the one dying in there, you are wrong. You're so wrong. But you keep thinking that."

"Stop."

"Stop what, Katniss?"

I feel tears in the bottom of my eyes, "Stop acting like this is something that you want to lose. Time with Wade," I choke on the next statement, "I love him so much, Peeta, but I will never love him as much as you love him. Never."

"You already love him more than I do." Peeta says.

a/n: so…long enough guys? I really tried. So tell me about the Hayffie full length story in the comments and tell me if I shall do it? I think I want to really, really bad, but I want to know if anyone would be interested.

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Also-didn't know what color Katniss' eyes were-so made them brown. –loveu5missu6 *so very proud of her self right now*