prompt : I was wondering if you've time for another request could you write something based on Katniss and Peeta's daughter just being born and Oria as a young child meets her for the first time, with Effie like a mother to Katniss and Haymitch like a parent to them both I keep picturing this in my head as a really sweet grand parents in a way meets the baby for the first time too. Xo

Of Geese and Baby Girls

The six years old was a bundle of badly repressed energy as she clung to her father's hand, unable to keep silent as she fired question after question at her parents.

"When can I show her the geese?" she asked Haymitch.

"Babies can't play with geese, sweetie." Effie sighed.

"I will tell Greta to be nice with her, I swear! Greta is nice!" Oria argued, clasping her mother's hand with her free one.

Haymitch tuned the rest of the conversation out, thinking they must have been a sight, the three of them, walking up the corridor of the hospital with Orianna regularly forgetting the speech Effie had made about proper behavior while they were in the building and using their hands as leverage to jump further away like a little monkey.

Soon enough, they were at Katniss' room. It was open and Oria didn't bother with knocking, she escaped their grip and barged in with a cheerful "Aunt Katniss!".

'Aunt Katniss' greeted the girl with a tired smile, her arms full of the tiny little baby everyone was already in love with, but Peeta lifted Oria up and gave her the mandatory hug.

"Have you come to meet your brand new cousin?" the boy asked her with the very same grin he couldn't seem to be able to shake off ever since Katniss had announced her pregnancy.

"Uh, uh!" Oria nodded enthusiastically, locking her arms around his neck in, what Haymitch knew to be, a painful grip.

Effie's hand slipped into Haymitch's as she leaned against him, happy to just watch for the moment. Each of them already had their turn with the kids' baby earlier and they were both already wrapped around her little finger. Willow was simply beautiful.

Haymitch couldn't deny he had been surprised when Katniss had told them she was pregnant. He had thought she would need more time than that to accept the idea since she had been so reluctant when Peeta had started bringing up the subject. Eight years after the war wasn't that long. Oria had helped her accept the idea, he thought, if not reconciled her totally with the decision to have kids of her own. His baby girl was magical this way. She had done the same for him after all.

"She's too small!" Oria declared as soon as Katniss showed her the baby. "She can't play with me."

The disappointed pout was almost comical.

"You can play with her in a few years." Effie promised. "She will get bigger."

"And in the meantime, you can teach my baby girl all about being a big girl." Peeta nudged her.

A little frown creased Oria's brow. "She's not the baby girl. I'm the baby girl."

"Well…" Effie winced.

"You will always be my baby girl." Haymitch cut in, not in the mood to deal with the temper tantrum he could see coming. "But Uncle Peeta is Willow's daddy so she can be his baby girl like you're mine, yeah?"

The six years old mulled that over and then gave a deep sigh that made it perfectly clear for everyone just how much she was conceding on this one. "Okay." She tossed the baby a warning glance. "But you can't be my Daddy's baby girl. I'm his only baby girl."

"'Sounds right." Katniss grinned, ruffling Oria's hair. "Do you want to hold her?"

The process was highly complicated and seemed to warrant a lot of fussing from both Effie, Katniss and Peeta. Haymitch simply leaned against the wall and watched as Oria crawled on the bed on the other side of Katniss and settled against her so her aunt could guide her tiny arms in the right position while keeping an hold on the baby at the same time. It took long minutes to settle but once it was done – with Katniss supporting most of the baby's weight but still giving the impression it was Oria who was holding her – delight soon replaced any potential jealousy on his daughter's face.

Effie and Peeta cooed and aaaw and, as usual, took too many pictures.

"Daddy, can we get one?" Oria asked all of a sudden.

"One what?" he asked absentmindedly.

"A baby, silly!" she laughed. "But we have to get a boy or I can't be your only baby girl." Her blue eyes darted from Katniss' stomach to Effie's. "How do you put a baby in there?"

Peeta and Katniss both choked on their laughter and Haymitch, red in the face for absolutely no good reason at all, vowed to mock them both to death in a few years when their girl would start asking the same questions.

"Your mother will explain when you're bigger." he deflected, ignoring Effie's glare. No way he was handling that talk. No way.

"Oh… Okay." Oria shrugged. It was too easy, Haymitch mused, she was either planning to ask again later or to ask Beetee during their next phone call – he had taken to phone Beetee every time she asked too complicated questions like why the sky was blue, it kept her busy for hours and he figured it gave his friend something to do. He would have paid a lot to see Beetee's reaction if she ever asked him that though. The little girl wasn't completely done on the subject though. "So can we get one?"

"No." he replied very honestly.

She pouted again. "Why?"

"Because Mommy is too old." he deadpanned.

"Fortunately, Daddy isn't too old to sleep on the couch." Peeta whispered to Katniss who bit her bottom lip to hide her grin.

"Excuse me!" Effie huffed, glaring daggers. "I am not!"

She was.

But that wasn't the point and he lifted his eyebrows pointedly.

"Then we can get one, Mommy?" Oria asked, full of hope.

"No, we can't, sweetie." Effie answered. "Daddy can't."

"I so didn't need to know that." Katniss mumbled.

"I can still do that. Thank you." Haymitch snapped. "She means…" His eyes fell on Oria and the rest of his sentence trailed off. They had never explained he wasn't his biological father yet and he didn't want to do that today when their little family had just been extended. "You know what she means." He couldn't have kids. "And you don't want another baby in the house, Oria. It will scream all night and keep you awake."

"I will go sleep with Mommy while you take care of him." Oria argued with a shrug.

He opened and closed his mouth, thrown by her logic and the round of laughter her answer had created.

"We're already very happy with you, Oria." Effie said, once she was done laughing. "We don't need another baby."

The pout only increased. "But I want a baby brother."

"You would have to share the geese." Haymitch declared. "You would have to share Greta."

That did it. She wrinkled her nose and gently petted the dark hair on Willow's head.

"I will borrow Aunt Katniss and Uncle Peeta's baby." she decided.

"Good choice, baby girl." he snorted.