Okay, I am sooooo sooooo sooooo sorry this chapter took me so long, but I was going through some stuff and was unable to work on my writing. Anyway read, review, enjoy, & read the note at the bottom! :)

Why does this always happen to me? Every time I think we're going to finally get a moment's peace something like this happens. Maybe I should just give up; well that's more of a delusion than anything. It's not possible for me to give up on anything that I still have a fighting chance at winning. I hand the phone to Peeta and pick up my baby boy out of his crib. Let him deal with Plutarch, his people skills have always been better anyway.

It goes without saying that I am less than pleased with the outcome of his call. They've set a time and date for the post-baby interview. Cressida and Pollux are to arrive next week and I have to share the only thing (other than Peeta) that has brought me any joy since I was sixteen with the rest of the world. It is not fair, and I let Peeta know what I think about it. In fact I spend most of the night complaining that he could have put it off longer or he should have tried harder to call it off completely. I know it isn't his fault, but I have to blame somebody.

The day of the interview comes all too fast, but when it does I ruefully drag myself out of bed and prep myself and Luka for the interview. I'm glad I did when it is all over though.

It all started out like I thought it would, well with a little twist. Pollux arrived on schedule, but we were surprised to see that it wasn't Cressida who was accompanying him. The interviewer who came with Pollux was a woman neither of us had met before. She introduced herself as Marsell and would not stop talking about how adorable he is and how much he looks like Peeta. And considering that he has the same nose, mouth, and curly blonde hair as his father I couldn't really argue with her (even thought I didn't like her from the beginning). The only thing that really set Luka apart from Peeta was his stormy grey eyes, seam eyes. The same eyes I have, the same eyes my father had. It was the only thing he had gotten from me, or so I thought.

The interview was winding down; we had talked about Luka and told how much becoming parents had changed our lives. It had all gone smoothly. Until the end when Marsell asked if she could hold the baby. He had been a bit fussy when I'd been getting him ready that morning, but I didn't want to refuse on camera so I carefully handed him over. He was doing well until he got a good look at the woman holding him. I watched as his eyes clouded over and he began to whimper. Tears filled his little eyes and she tried to rock him and calm him down. I was about to get up and take him from her. When I saw the reason he was so upset by her. His diaper was leaking all over her and we hadn't even noticed!

I stifled a laugh ad nudged Peeta. He tried to contain his laughter and we both realized that Pollux was trying to hide his laughter as well. Marsell seemed to pick up that something was happening, "Is there something funny?" she asked. Then realized what we were all trying not to laugh at.

It took an hour and a half to calm Marsell down, get her cleaned up, get Luka cleaned up, and (finally) get them to leave. Once we were alone again Peeta and I couldn't contain ourselves any longer. We laughed and joked for hours afterwards. It wasn't until we were ready for bed that we settled ourselves down.

It takes a few weeks for the whole thing to be edited and aired. It doesn't turn out as bad as I thought it would. The calls from my mother and Annie are expected; even the call from Johanna was kind of nice. And lastly of course, Plutarch has to call and see what we think of his work… and as always I let Peeta put his sliver tongue to work at flattering Plutarch into leaving us alone for a little while. While he's still on the phone someone knocks on the door. I can't think of who it would be. Haymitch doesn't believe in knocking, of any kind of manners for that matter, and no one else would be coming at this hour. Or so I thought…

Shock comes over me when I open the door; the familiar face, I've had memorized since I was 12… why is he here? After fifteen years?

"Gale?"

"Hey Catnip…

Dun dun dun… I love cliffhangers! Anyway this story has two chapters left that will be posted ASAP. :)

Now to reply to some comments…

Awesomesauce220- thanks! I like to keep some comedic relief in there to lighten the mood.

JDZLevias- not to sound rude, but I'm not Suzanne Collins and this is my story, I made a creative decision and I won't be apologizing for writing my story the way I wanted to write it.

brookluvsu- thanks! :)

x0xalexis8- that's the idea :) I found him quite irritating in the books, so I wanted to try and convey that in my story.