(Eden's POV)

"Jesus Christ E, what the hell have you been eating the dress won't close?" Vanity said in disbelief still trying to lace me into my wedding dress for the first fitting.

"There's something I have to tell you."

"If this going to be another sob story about you and Haymitch experiencing a dry spell save it, there are plenty of other methods of exercise besides reverse cowgirl."

"First of all I'm not always on top and second I'm not getting fat from a dry spell, it's actually kind of the opposite."

"What are you crazy?" She yelled in disbelief finally understanding what I meant.

"No not crazy, just pregnant." I smile in return.

"Well thanks for the heads up, now I'm going to have to design an entirely new dress but on the plus side you are going to look so cute when you can't see your own toes."

"Yeah um just one more thing, we're having twins."

"Oh jeez, your stretch marks are going to be terrible, you can kiss your sex life goodbye," she laughs. And I burst into tears. "Calm down sweet heart I was just kidding."

"But it's true isn't it?"

"Eden Noel Undersee look at me. You are a beautiful 21 year old, he is a 40 year old drunk. He's going to be ancient while you're still middle aged, add that to the fact that he's madly in love with you and you're carrying his children, I highly doubt he's going to mind the rather unfortunate changes it's going to cause to your body. Besides I don't think you could ever be unattractive I mean you're like perfect. Now cut the water works, you can't let the hormones get the best of you."

"Yeah i guess you're right," I smile wiping away a stray tear.

"I always am. So about the dress, I'm thinking form fitting to really show off your bump without making it look like you've gained weight elsewhere. Maybe a sweetheart neck line because we obviously can't do plunging, you're tits have like tripled in size at least."

"Shut up," I blush crossing my arms over my chest.

"In any case you're going to need an entirely new wardrobe for this pregnancy so we should dip into your victor's salary and go maternity shopping."

"Sure, why not." I sigh letting the gown fall to the floor around my feet before stepping out of it and pulling my long sleeved white maxi dress over my head.

(Haymitch's POV)

"Hey babe," Eden called closing the door to our room behind her.

"Hey angel, how was shopping?"

"Long and uneventful." She yawned.

"You should take a nap then, come on lets lay down we don't have anything to do till around nine tonight. Effie's covering for us in the viewing room with the sponsors so we have the whole day to ourselves." I coax her down to the bed with me and wrap my arms around her.

"Haymitch I really don't feel right," she murmured into my chest.

"Are you gonna puke again?" I tease.

"No I just feel anxious."

"Baby, the doctor said if you need the medicine to take the edge off its better than the constant attacks because eventually you're going to go back to smoking and that is harmful to the pregnancy."

"I don't want to depend on it like I did before.

"It won't be like that, things are different now. You're different now." I clarify.

"I know but I just...I was so far down I had no idea how to get back up. I never want to be like that again. I saw what it did to you."

"Close your eyes baby."

"Haymitch I love you, so much."

"I know."