~hello my people (that is if anyone is still reading that is) well truth be told I could careless about you, cause this is about me. Not you. Me, my story not yours.

Well I hope (I care a little) that you like it…EYE ON YOU FRANCE ( see my catch faze there) also the words of how I believe that a mother is in my own words, so don't discriminate and I hope if it helps those who are a first time, or planning to become a mother-

~everybody knows that best things come last—

That's why my ma says I'm last in everything—

I always wear cast-off shirts and worn through boots,

Scrape the bottom of the pot, and bath down stream~

~Diana pov~

And then ova did the cutest thing, so it was bed time. And Abigail was too scared to go to bed alone, and I already had Lima with me.

So ova came over, got in bed with her and stayed awake with her till she fell asleep" piper gushed, the pure joy of being a parent glittering in her eyes.

That's really cute" I commented, as a memorial smile of my own times with Fiona came up, she was so young then just a baby now a grown teenager soon to be a young lady. In which Haymitch would have to beat the boys off with his beer bottles, and feed them to his gooses.

How was it raising Rice" I heard myself say, turning to Portia who was sitting next to her husband gale.

A handful, nothing but trouble always trying to pretend he was some kind of wild boy. I blame his father.

HEY" gale said, swatting at his wife playfully.

It was strange to think they would get together, to think that if Portia wasn't saved Rick Flynn hawthorn wouldn't be born.

Know how it to raise Fiona for sixteen years was, you're the one who has all the experience?" it was really amusing to see the parents lean in close to get some words of wisdom from me.

Well, when I had her. It wasn't it easy you know, being a single mother and all but I had helped also. You have to learn its not a one person job, you need others to help lean on. Not saying you should just hand them off to someone else, but you need some support not just for the baby but also for yourself. Raising Fiona was a good portion of my life, but also the scariest, and emotional at times I wanted to give up, but how can you give up a child, your child. That has been with you for that long? Some may call a child "it" but how can you call them an "it" it's like saying that it's not a human or even your child.

I love Fiona and I only care what's best for her, I don't want her to turn out like most not like me. A woman that got pregnant at nineteen, and thirty-five years later is a mother of a sixteen year old. No I want the best, to see her find the right man, to have a long happy life and one day experience the joy and happiness of also being a mother.

But as she grew I grew up as well, I experienced responsibility to its max. I learn all there is to know of taking care of a baby in fear in doing it wrong; there will be mistakes we all make them. But the reason behind the mistake is to learn from it, and to let it help you when you try again.

I watched her; I saw her walk for the first time and thought she could already run a mile. I heard her first word, and thought that she was the smartest baby alive. When she had her first temper tantrum I thought "she better get over that quick" I don't believe in violence but sometimes, you have to show them tough love to get a point across.

When sixteen years came and gone, I looked at myself in the mirror and I said to myself "am I doing the right thing?" you have to think of what's not only the best for the child but also yourself. If your not happy, what will that show your kids?" you can't build on sadness or anger, if you cant or have a choice in the child's life I think its best for someone who can. You don't have to rip yourself away entirely from its life, no you can still be there for them.

You can show them that you still care, that you will always love them.

And that is what I pray for every day of my life, is for my daughters happiness. She was a handful I can tell you that, but I focus on the happy things in life. Its not about what you have, the latest phones or computers, or tablets or I-pods no its much more than that. Because with all that, such as food. It replaces what's most I'm portent.

Being a family—

Wow" gale whispered, as the others stared in silence.

I would have never thought of it that way" the woman named vulpix said, bouncing ruby on her knee.

"Not many of us do.

You're an amazing mother" Piper whispered, folding her arms around her baby bump.

I'm not an amazing mom, I try to be. But like everyone else I make mistakes no one can be amazing at being a super mom. But we try to do what we can.

Always modest sweetheart" Haymitch said, taking a shot glass from an offering Maryanne, who was bringing around some wine for us.

And also it helps that Haymitch's around, he's a great nanny" that got me a playful scowl from Haymitch and a round of laughs from the others.

The key is to threaten them by pushing them into a cage with man eating gooses" ways his snide comment, as we laughed some more.

What about you katniss, what is it like going from the "girl on fire" to misses mom?"

More like mister mom, peeta is the one who cooks, cleans, does the laundry, and fusses about the kids when it's raining. Katniss is the one who provides the bread, you can't get her in ten feet of an oven without it blowing sky high" I snorted, but it quickly turned into a yelp, as I was hit in the shin.

Well, I want to thank you anyway I know what to do for baby number four" piper said, as she grinned fondly as thresh came to rub her stomach with Lima on his lap.

I wish cinna was here" I thought sadly, as I turned from all the happy couples. Gale and Portia. Katniss and peeta. Well Johanna didn't really have a man. Primrose and Rory. Vulpix and her husband that couldn't make it dud to taking care of there plantation. Finnick and Maryanne. And then there was just me—

~ Fiona pov~

and there you have it, that's how you make a macramé bracelet" I showed them as I held up my finished bracelet, that had little sea-shells thanks to hayily who was still hiding behind one of the mason boys. John I think, he was the one with the messy hair? Well she was hiding behind him as he begrudgingly agreed (I think he was glade to do it) let her led him over and be a type of shield.

How can you be so good at this" ova's were filled with knots, not a single braid was made.

My mom taught me" I say, shrugging as I nimbly took it from her and got it unraveled, as I directed her step by step once again.

My mom always said I had piano fingers, long and slim and very sensitive. She said that was how my father's hands were; she doesn't talk about him much. But when she does I pay close attention. Like how I have his eyes a forest green that have speaks of gold. Or how I scan and take the time to think before acting.

Or how I use my head and stay calm most of the time.

But she never goes too far into things, like when they met. I asked what they where doing, but she just seemed to clam up. So I didn't pry. Or the way he died my main question I want answered. But I never got it, maybe one day I will.

What are you doing love" odair's came from behind me, startling me into dropping the beads all over the floor. Sending them in all directions.

Look what you made me do!"

Sorry love, I didn't mean to scare you" I didn't need to turn around to see that stupid grin on his face.

You didn't scare me; you just caught me off guard!"

Of course love" sarcasm dripping between his teeth.

What ever" I huffed, hopping off the coach to begin picking up the little beads and tinny tiny little sea-shells. And to my great and a little annoyed surprise, the great finnick odair jr. began helping.

What are you doing" I hissed his way, as he looked up with that same grin that I have gotten used to.

Well my little starfish, it was partly my fault"

Oh" was my smart comeback; he seemed to be genera's my head was saying one thing but my mouth was meaning another.

And who are you calling starfish?"

Why you love" was his reply as he stuck his hand under the coach to find some more sea-shell.

Well knock it off" I turned around, hoping that if he didn't look to close he might not see the light pink that was spread across my cheeks.

Awe, but I like calling you starfish" he whined as he came from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist and placed his head on my shoulder.

I -I said knock it off!"

Why? Do you feel uncomfortable love" he said, burrowing his head into the crock of my neck, as I just froze there not really sure what to do.

She said knock it off" rice said, coming to my rescue.

Odair shot's him a glare, as he slowly as possible unwrapped himself away from me. I mouth a "thank you" to rice who gives me a small smile in return.

Let's do something else I'm getting board" Rosie said, tossing her half made bracelet onto a coffee table.

We could play hid and seek" suggested Abigail who was fiddling with a bead.

I don't want to" complained her sister, as did the mason boys.

That sounds like fun love" odair said, that was really sweet of him to stick up for her like that. He might not be so bad after all.

I would always would seek you out little starfish" as he winked towards me. I take it back.

Ok who's counting?

I will love" and of course who else would it be?

Fifteen second head start" I thought looking for a good hiding spot, on the top floor as I saw most of them head down stares.

Where owe were too hid—then I see it, a pair of double doors I opened them quickly only to realize that it was there parents room.

I made my way to find another hiding spot, when I heard odair say time was up. I slowly closed the door, not making a sound as I slowly creped backwards from the door.

A closet or more like a wardrobe really stood right behind me, I slowly opened it and looked from the door to the closet and hid inside.

It was not that big but not that small either, it could easily fit me and Rosie and maybe Abigail if we pack it tight, I shimmed my way to the back. Hidden by coats and pants and shirts that hung up.

Only when I hit a wooden box and stubbed my toe did I stop. The book was sanded smooth, and was painted a light blue. It was so pretty, I knew better then to open it and it was an invasion of privacy but I just couldn't resist.

I flipped up the lid, and the last thing I thought to be seeing was video taps, maybe of odair in the bath tub? I looked at the labels only to find : 74 annual hunger games, 24 hunger games, and the last one of the collection stood out at 75 hunger games?

What could these be" I mumbled under my breath.

I found you my little starfish" I turned around sharply getting my neck twisted in the process, as I stared up at the smirking fish-faced odair with hypnotizing green eyes, leaning against the door of the closet.

Why was I the first that you found" I huffed at him, causing his smirk to grow larger.

You can't keep me away love" he cooed, as he leaned over my shoulder and peered into the box as well.

What do you have there love" he said, taking one of the tapes into his hand.

I don't know—but I plan to find out" I say.

Let me assist you love" was odair's reply.

Thanks odair" I whispered, only to gasp as he kissed my cheek.

I knew you loved me!" he said cheekily.

You wish odair!

~I'll raise the ladle to your lips—

Drip water on your finger tips—

And stay although my heart says flee.

Will you look up, and smile at Me.?

~how you like that where going to unravel the dark past, and what happens in later chapters will shock you—greatly. Review, follow, love me, EYE ON YOU FRANCE, mere888~ you know?