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Prompt: *Guest* Please do one when Effie has a pregnancy craving in the middle of the night and haymitch has to go out to get her food

Cravings

"Haymitch?" A small shake of his shoulder. "Are you awake? Haymitch?"

"I'm awake," Haymitch mumbles. "What's up?"

"Do we have any salted caramel truffles left?" Effie asks quietly.

"No, you ate the last box earlier," Haymitch mumbles.

"But Baby wants salted caramel truffles," she whines.

"Baby's going to have to wait until morning, Eff. It's late," Haymitch sighs.

"Please?" she begs. "I'll do anything for you... Please go get us some truffles, and I promise not to bother you in the middle of the night again. Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with a bottle of whiskey on top?"

Haymitch groans and gets out of bed, picking up a pair of jeans. "I don't know why I'm doing this, small stuff. I know that you'll be bugging me again tomorrow night for something else," he mutters.

"I won't, I promise," she whispers, smiling at him. "You're the best husband ever, never let me tell you otherwise."

"Yeah, yeah, you'll be mad at me tomorrow, you adorable little thing," he chuckles as he pulls on his shirt.

"Probably, but you get up in the night for me. You're the best husband ever," she says, then rubs her stomach. "Your baby agrees with me. It's kicking."

He chuckles, then kisses Effie's lips. "You stay there and keep the bed warm," he says. "I'll be back in about twenty minutes. As for you, tiny one, be nice to Mommy."

He presses a kiss to Effie's stomach before he leaves her in their bed, grabbing his jacket and sliding on his shoes on his way out. He grabs his keys and wallet, ready to go and buy her a month's supply of truffles. He really hates getting out of bed in the middle of the night.


He returns home to find Effie in their bed, one mug of tea on his bedside table, and a hot water bottle under the duvet where he usually sleeps. She has a mug of tea in one hand, and a book balanced on her stomach. The book jolts every so often, and Haymitch smiles, producing a box of truffles. "Here you go, small stuff," he says. "One box of salted caramel truffles."

She squeals, putting her tea and her book aside, then she wriggles off the bed and takes the box, giving him a kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you! You're the very best! If we weren't already married, I'd marry you right now! Thank you!"

"Yeah, it's fine," he sighs. "Get back in bed, sweetheart, it's cold, and I'm tired. You eat your truffles, then go back to sleep."

"I brought tea to warm you up," she tells him. "It's green and lemon. Your favourite."

He smiles again, stroking her hair. "Thanks, Princess," he whispers into her ear. He gets undressed, then climbs back under the duvet, relishing the warmth. He picks up his tea, drinking it slowly, warming his hands on the hot ceramic mug, and watching Effie happily devour her truffles. She offers him the box periodically, and he denies it every time. The truffles are her craving, and he's sick of them. He finishes his tea long before she finishes her truffles. He gives her a kiss on the cheek, then whispers "Don't make yourself sick, okay?"

"Okay," she whispers, then gives him a very chocolate-y kiss on the lips. "Goodnight, honey."

"Goodnight, small thing," he chuckles, then rubs her stomach. "Goodnight to you too, even smaller thing."

He lies down and lets himself fall back into a peaceful sleep. He's awoken by Effie poking him in the back. "Haymitch?"

"What?" he grumbles.

"Will you make us some bacon sandwiches?" Effie asks quietly.

Haymitch buries his face in the pillow and groans "Fine... When?"

"In the morning," Effie whispers.

Haymitch looks at the clock and- "Effie, it's four in the morning!" he groans.

"Yes... How about at seven?" she asks hopefully.

"Fine, just let me sleep!" he huffs.

She giggles and snuggles up behind him. "I love you," she whispers, then kisses his spine. "We both do."

He smiles, then turns over to give her a hug. "You're a mushy little thing," he mumbles sleepily. "Love you too."

She snuggles into his embrace and falls asleep with her ear against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He has no trouble falling asleep when he has her in his arms. She still manages to wake him at seven for her sandwiches.


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