I never knew how hard it would be to raise a baby. When Peeta comes home its all fun and games. But by myself it's a nightmare! Prim is always hungry. And her name makes me cry. Why did I ever agree to name my daughter Primrose after my sister Prim? Bad enough I have nightmares but now this? Why did I agree to have this baby? Because you love Peeta. A voice says you loved him enough to name the baby Primrose. Heck you loved him enough to agree to have this baby. I know I love Peeta I say back.

When Prim was sleeping I grabbed the phone and called Effie. I needed someone to talk to, even if it has to be Effie. Effie soon came over at 12:00 sharp. "Hello!" Effie says cheerfully. As Effie sat down I brought the lemonade I made out. "How's little Tiffany?" I ask. "Kicking like crazy." Effie says her hand resting on her stomach. "Effie why did you want to have a baby?" I ask. "I've always been very fond of children. That's one of the reasons I became a escort." Effie says. "But why did you want to have this baby?" I demand. Effie sighs.

"Haymitch wanted one before he became to old." She whispers. "Why did you marry Haymitch?" I ask. Effie looks at me. "Because I love him." She says. Effie groans. "What is it Effie?" I ask. I feel something wet on my feet. I look down. Water? Yes water but from where? "Effie your water broke!" I say then dash to the phone. I call 911 then I quickly tell the person that Effie was having the baby. Then I dial another number. "Peeta come home! Effie is having her baby." I yell into the phone then hang up. I dial another number. "Lynette come here please I need you to baby-sit Prim." I say.

"Ok Mrs. Mellark." Lynette says. Lynette Olsen is 16 and a terrific baby-sitter. Or so I heard. I go to Effie. "It's going to be ok Effie." I say soothingly. The doorbell rings. "Come in!" Lynette comes in. Talk about quick service. "Prim's upstairs first room to the left." I say and Lynette goes upstairs. Peeta crashes through the door with a ambulance person, Paramedics I think they're called, and the paramedics put her on a gurney. "Be back in a few hours Lynette!" I yell then leave with Peeta and the paramedics. I hold Effie's hand. "It's going to be ok." I say, not to comfort Effie but to comfort me. Then as we drive off it dawns on me that I never called Haymitch.

Okay I had decided to make this a chapter-story. Hope you enjoyed this.