I wake from my snooze with a jerk. My hand is resting on Aiden's bare back. I'm thankful that I had no nightmares to scare him.

Careful not to wake my little companion, I pull myself up with my free arm from a lounging position to a sitting position. I don't know how long I was out for but I feel better rested than I've been for the past few days.

I realize that Aiden's presence has calmed me. He gives me something to focus on other than worrying over things I can't control.

Someone knocks on the door.

I'm deciding whether or not to open the door when it opens to reveal Prim. "Oh," she starts, when she realizes that I'm in our living quarters, "I thought mom would be in here."

"Nope," I say gently, "it's just us."

"Us?" asks Prim, walking over to the foot of my bed, "Oh!" she cries when she sees Aiden snuggled against my chest, still sleeping.

I blush, realizing that Prim has never seen me like this. I usually disassociate myself with children, let alone babies. "This is Aiden . . ." I start hesitantly.

Prim picks up the introduction and walks over to me, "Hi Aiden, I'm Prim." she says with a childish shyness that makes me smile.

"He's the baby Mockingjay." I say with almost maternal pride while blushing redder than ever. Prim nods with understanding.

Another sharp rap on the door wakes us all out of our reverie. Aiden stirs and I wrap my arms protectively around him. Prim walks over to the door while I attempt to cover up the parts of my chest that are revealed.

It's Libby. She waddles in, unhinged by my hurried covering of my chest with Aiden's small blanket. After introducing herself to Prim she heads over to me with two bottles filled with a white, milky substance and a strange looking contraption.

"Aiden must be hungry now," she says, "how was your bonding time?"

I just stare up at her, arms wrapped over Aiden, partially to keep him warm and partially to cover myself up.

"Good." says Libby in a self assured voice seeing the way Aiden and I are snuggled together. I blush even more, if that's possible. "Let's get Aiden dressed."

She pulls out a little grey onesie from her large pocket and takes Aiden. I button up my shirt and get up as fast as I can. Aiden didn't seem to like his sudden removal from my body and after taking in his new surroundings starts to cry. Swiftly, Libby stuffs him into the one-piece and hands him back to me.

Prim stands off to the side, observing while Libby sits me down in a small chair and instructs me how to feed Aiden.

"He's off the nose tube now, which means he can eat food through his mouth." Libby explains. "Keep his head in the crook of your elbow, that's right, and let him latch on to the bottle."

I watch as Aiden begins to slowly suckle on the bottle.

"Now that is how he has been fed since he was off the nose tube but . . ." starts Libby, now it's her turn to blush, "we were hoping that you could provide him with something more, oh you know, intimate."

Not understanding, I look up and see Prim, slowly backing away towards the door.

"What?" I ask stupidly looking from Prim to Libby and back again.

Prim just blushes, "I gotta go back to the hospital anyways to check on mum."

I look towards Libby who now has gone red as a beet. She fumbles around with the contraption in her and before clearing her throat:

"Breastfeeding."

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