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Going back to the capital? After I just avoided it when Peeta regained his memory… No. I won't do it. Baylyn can't be born into this whole "fame" angle. "Haymitch…I just…I don't want.." I feel a strong grip tighten even further on my shoulders, then I'm staring into Johanna's wide brown eyes. "You don't want what? All of us to live our lives? You want us all to go take care of this mess for you. Why because you're the dainty little Mockingjay? Because… you were the face of the rebellion? Or maybe, just because you have that watermelon on your stomach?" Johanna throws her hands back and crumples onto the floor guarding her face from anybody. I stand there with my mouth wide open and look around the room.

I am already aware of what Haymitch will say, so I don't even bother asking him. And now that Effie and Haymitch are official I understand who's side she'll take; besides there's still a small part of her that holds onto the capital roots…the part of her that wants an interview more than anything. Johanna has made it clear what side she's taking. My last hope is Annie, I stumble over to her and she supports me with her stick like arms. "Annie, you're with me right? You have seen how different they treat Dillan because of Finnick…I don't want that for Baylyn." Annie's green eyes flit around the room; "Annie…" "Katniss. I'm not saying it's right what they do to Dillan or that it would be remotely fair for little Baylyn. It's just… All the attention that was brought to my house…they think I'm unfitting to raise Dillan. Under their records I am mentally unstable. I feel like I can get him back. But I can't go anywhere until your interview and paparazzi clears out." She bites her lip and tries to be rid of my glare. "I'm sorry it's... just I want Di-" "Forget it Annie. Just…forget it."

I take one step towards Peeta and depend on him to pull me the rest of the way. Peeta. Peeta won't fail you. He's Baylyn's father. He's going to protect us. His cheek is presses on my head, and when the heat rises up I am taken by surprise. "What time do we need to be ready?" "In a couple hours… We have the outfits in the train." "You brought the train?" "Of course we did! What other way would Effie Trinket travel?" Effie laughs at her own joke and takes her normal quirky steps towards the door. "No Effie. I'll get the bags. Cover your faces everybody." Haymitch pulls the door open and cuts through the crowd. "Wow, Peeta. Haymitch has really changed…" I bite my tongue and just wait for the moment I get to confront Peeta about his actions. "You're telling me." Effie runs over to us. "I'm pleased to say, that I caused this wonderful change in Haymitch!" Peeta smirks and kisses my head. "Manners, Peeta!" With that Effie makes her way back to the door just in time to help Haymitch in. Haymitch shakes his head in a failed attempt to fix his now tangled blond mop of blonde hair.

He throws a couple bags towards me and Peeta. "Go get ready you two." I leave Peeta's grasp and walk several paces in front of him, when he enters he closes and locks the door. "Why would you agree to do this interview?" I am extremely close to his face, "I'd rather do this one interview, then have to deal with the whole paparazzi every single day. Until you go into labor, then they'll be trying to sneak into the hospital room." Peeta has me pinned against the door. "Don't push me!" Peeta immediately backs up and begins smacking his head. "Were you about to have an attack?" "No, it's just that's the only way I could think of to… protect Baylyn. I'm sorry Kat." "It's okay. You're probably right." I cross my arms, "Well. Go get dressed!" I shove his shoulder and wait until I hear the bathroom door latch shut. I walk over to the bag with my name on it. I pull out a simple black dress bag. Oh goody. Another dress... I unzip it and it looks as if it's never been worn. A single piece of paper falls out from the bag; I bend down and read what it says:

To my Girl on fire,

If you're reading this I suppose, I'm not there to dress you myself. I hope by this point you've figured out how your life is going, what you want to do with it…and trust me you won't be doomed to a life of being the Girl on fire, or even the Mockingjay. You're much stronger than that, you will find a way to protect the ones you love on your own. And always remember…. I'm still betting on you.

Cinna.

I feel my legs tremble at Cinna's words. How is it possible for him to know just the right thing to say even though he must have written this letter years ago. I can only manage to say his name in a whisper. I fall to my knees, and just wallow there. He believes in you Katniss. Get your butt up and find a way to make Cinna proud. My legs all of a sudden feel so weak that a pound of weight would crush them. I get flashbacks of being in the launch room and seeing my friend Cinna get beaten to a pulp. I am able to drag my body over to the bag and open it. Inside is a beautiful dress, it's a dark purple. So dark, it almost looks…black. I find the strength to pull it over my head and glance in the body mirror and see. It comes down a little past my knees; it's just a plain purple dress, with a little bit of embroidery on the bottom and around the waist.

Even though Cinna isn't physically here with me, I can feel him in the room. Come on girl on fire. I told you I was betting on you. I can hear his melodic voice ring through my ears. I smile through my tears, "Thank you Cinna." I hear Peeta's unsteady footsteps approaching me. As soon as he sees me collapsed on the floor he runs over. "Kat! Are you okay?" "Yeah, haven't been these good in a while." Peeta pulls me up and sets me down in a chair. He pulls out a small bag of makeup and lays it down in front of me. "I'm an artist and I don't even understand this stuff." He smiles, "So…do you want Effie, Annie, or Johanna?" "Annie." Peeta gives me a gentle laugh; "I figured."

Peeta disappears for only a couple minutes. "Hi Katniss." Annie's voice is unsure if I even consider her a friend. "It's okay Annie. I promise I won't bite your head off." Bad choice in words! Cinna was wrong. At this rate I won't have anybody, I love left to protect. "Sorry." Annie shakes her head. "It's alright. I guess we should get started." Annie's dress is a light blue, similar to what the water in four looks like. Annie is very concentrated while she applies the makeup. "Annie. I really am sorry about earlier. You were right." "No, you were. I told you every day how much I hate the attention Dillan gets because of Finn. I should have listened to my parental instincts. Maybe they're right. Maybe I am mentally unstable." "Annie Cresta Odair! You are not mentally unstable! You were acting like a normal person would in that situation!" Annie looks down at her feet; I cup her hands in mine. "Annie. Don't let the capital survivors tell you what you are or aren't. You are Annie Cresta Odair: Victor, wife, mother, soon to be aunt, friend. Not some mentally ill person." "Thanks Katniss." She hugs me and puts the finishing touches on both my hair and makeup.

She takes my hand and steadily walks me out and into the living room. Peeta walks to my other side; he's in a black suit with a tie that matches my dress. Effie must have done his hair, because it is perfectly straight. No curls...straight as a stick. Effie has reapplied her capital makeup, and is in her signature pink colored dress. Haymitch stares at the makeup on Effie's face in disgust. He is in an all-black suit with only a purple pocket hankie. Johanna is the only girl who remains in pants, and a dressy green top. I envy the simplicity of her outfit. But I wouldn't trade Cinna's last dress for anything. I wrap my arm around Peeta's and we take a deep breath before opening the front door. The flashes of the hundreds of camera all go off in different directions. I don't smile, I don't make any reaction to them; I keep my head down and try to hide it best I can.

As the door to the train opens I jump inside, and lean against a wall and try to catch my breath. "Those paparazzi people are absolutely brutal." I pant out to Peeta, he has flopped into one of the chairs, his legs are draped over the back of the chair, he already looks exhausted. Next comes Haymitch dragging Effie behind him, Effie's wig has shifted but other than that she is still capital picture perfect. And finally Johanna comes stomping onto the train pulling a paralyzed Annie behind her. Johanna shoves her towards the small couch and Annie falls all over it. Peeta's sturdy body leaves my side. I look around a little disoriented. Peeta is turning Annie over on her back so she can at least breathe.

***********************************Annie's POV********************************

Where am I? I remember Johanna pulling my hand and the flashing of the cameras. Why do my eyes feel so weak? Oh right…the flash on all those stupid cameras. "Oh. Hi Peeta." "Hey Annie." He brushes away some of those ridiculous capital-made curls that Effie insisted I let her put in. I regret it now…they were suffocating me. My body freezes, "Peeta! Where's Dillan? Oh my god! I'm the worst mother ever! I lost my son in the sea of cameras!" I jump up and try to run for the door. Haymitch grabs me and throws me back on the couch. "Well. Haymitch, are you going to go find Dillan?" Katniss is walking towards me, "Oh good, Katniss! Did you find Dillan?" "We're going to go get him after the interviews." "Oh…okay. I'm sorry I forgot…he was taken away by child care because they thought I was mentally unstable…right?" "Yeah." "I thought so…I just didn't want to leave him out there on the off chance I was wrong." Katniss smiles and walks away. The start of the train hurts my stomach, but I still feel so out of it, I decide to drift back off to sleep. Maybe I do understand why Katniss refused to let Baylyn into the fame of being "baby Mockingjay", as Johanna puts it, flashes of a camera like that could scare a baby and if the paparazzi would be as frequent as they were when Finn. Died I support Katniss' decision.

************************************Katniss' POV*******************************

I find a small room, in the train and sit down in the big comfy looking chair and I'm just about asleep when I hear footsteps coming into the room. "Hey Peeta." "I see you found my secret room on this train, sweetheart." "Oh sorry. Hey Haymitch." "Whatever." "Shouldn't you be with Effie?" "Not when she has all that crap on her face. It's like it's not even her." I shake my head and smile. Haymitch takes another seat right beside mine. "So mentor…what's the plan for the games?" Haymitch smiles, and I think it's the first time I've seen him sober and happy. "In this interview, you need to make sure you talk just as much as Peeta. That way you can't be called back for another interview as soon as you get back home and settled." "Done." "And I did want to talk to you about something else…" A smile again spreads over his face. "Is her name really going to be Baylyn?" I nod shyly. "I like it, sweetheart. Don't be shy about it. After all I am the first person who knew about her…even before the father." Haymitch laughs and sits up straighter. "You're going to be a grandpa Haymitch." "Hmm I think I like the term mentor better…but…it'll do." He winks, stands up and then pats my stomach; I believe I should get back to Effie and try to wipe some of that crap off her face. Good luck in the interviews sweetheart." "Thanks Haymitch." I hear his footsteps leave, and enter to the other train car.

I sink back into the chair and consider what I will and won't say about Baylyn. After long times making a list of don'ts my eyes feel so heavy I can barely keep them open. I just close them and I hear Peeta's unsteady footsteps. He lifts me up and I let him continue to think I'm asleep in hopes I can catch a few priceless moments of sleep. I can hear Effie's annoying capital voice coming back stronger, "Peeta! Put Katniss down! We can't have camera lenses capturing the face of the rebellion passed out in her husband's arms." Peeta moans, "Kat, Effie is making me wake you up. It's almost time for the interview." I open my eyes in time to see Peeta give a sarcastic smile to Effie. "Hi Peeta. It's okay. You can put me down. You might have to support me though, I'm exhausted."

Peeta holds my hand the same way he did in our first games in our chariot. I guess to the people of Panem we'll always be those "star crossed lovers" because they all go bonkers when the door opens to reveal the pregnant girl on fire, and her husband. I don't really absorb anything that's going on around me, so I just hold onto Peeta's hand with my life and then we make our way into a dark building. One by one the lights turn on.

I can hear through the speakers: "Ladies and gentlemen! Here's your host Ceaser Flickerman!" Peeta can sense my anxiety and gives my hand one of his signature assuring hand squeezes. "let's bring out one of Panem's favorite couples-… Here it comes. Time to go out on stage…deep breath in, smile. "Haymitch Abernathy, and Effie Trinket!" Even Haymitch is surprised by the announcement…Effie however is more than pleased to show that she stayed "true" to her inner capital girl. She pulls Haymitch on stage and gives Ceaser a big hug. After that I tune out. Seeing Haymitch that uncomfortable makes me realize how alike we truly are at times. "Peeta. I can't do this to Baylyn…" "Kat we have to…" "I know…but. Can we at least try to keep the personal stuff to ourselves. And not let it out to all of Panem."

Peeta nods and keeps his eyes glued to the screen; next both Annie and Johanna are called out. Poor Annie. She's treated like a child by all of Panem. She's asked several times about Dillan, and how she handles her loss of Finnick even though it happened years ago. When the timer goes off Annie scurries off the stage happily while Johanna just stares into the camera. "Seriously people of Panem? You all have nothing to do in your lives but stalk your old "victors"? You are all pathetic!" Johanna doesn't leave without a jab at Ceaser. "Nice hair powder puff." She throws her head back and laughs her way off the stage. I can't help but smile at Johanna's last remarks, as Ceaser adjusts his ponytail I die of laughter, the fact that it still bothered him, even though Johanna is mean to everybody, amused me.

"And now…let's hear it for the star crossed lovers of district twelve Peeta and Katniss Mellark!" The audience roars louder then all of our friends' applause combined. The lights of the stage are almost as blinding as the camera flashes. Smile Katniss. You don't want to come back. "Hello Katniss!" His hair is as blue as ever, he holds his arms out and I try to look happy to see him and hug him back. "Mind if I steal my wife back Ceaser?" Peeta holds his arm up like he was going to up-cut on Ceaser and the audience busts out laughing. I sit under Peeta's protective arm and position my legs so I look relaxed.

"So Peeta, Katniss. We're all dying to know…boy or girl?" "A baby girl." I answer that one with confidence. Who cares if they know it's a girl. Peeta and Ceaser carry on with some baby jokes for a while, I chime in with charming laughs and smiles, the occasional belly rub. "Katniss, how was it having this be your second pregnancy, after the miscarriage after the quarter quell. Miscarriage? Huh? Oh right! Peeta made that one up. I think about Prim and Rue so my eyes water up. "Well, it was devastating at first. The fear I have for this baby is greater than the first. As Peeta talked to me, with reason the way he always does…The excitement for this baby grew and so did our love for our little girl." "We're still sorry for your loss of the first child. And hope for the best with you two and the newest Mellark. But we are glad we all got to feel like we've been a part of this second pregnancy."

I know I must look absolutely idiotic at this moment but I ask anyway. "What do you mean…be a part of the pregnancy?" On the screen in front of me there are pictures. Of me and Annie back in four. And of me and Johanna in seven. And there are multiple pictures of me in that stupid gas station on the way to four. Don't cry Katniss. Don't show weakness. Don't let those magazine photographers win. "Oh, god. Look at my hair in those pictures!" Ceaser lets out a contagious laugh and pats Peeta on the shoulder. "I don't think we all agree with your wife." "I never have agreed with her. She claims she isn't beautiful." Peeta Mellark! I'm supposed to be the confident Mockingjay! What have you done?

"Well Katniss, we all know that you're beautiful! Isn't that right?" The crowd roars and then a buzzer goes off and me and Peeta exit the stage holding hands… Haymitch walks over to me.. "Was that enough to hold them off for a few more years?" "Maybe. Just maybe." I hug Haymitch before we're being shuffled back into the train.

The only thing that keeps going through my head is…. You have lost your privacy for the rest of this pregnancy. If they managed to get their grimy cameras into Annie's house, to take pictures of me and Dillan…Who knows where the cameras could all show up until the end of this pregnancy.

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