Anonymous requested: "Could you possibly write Olive being bored out of her mind waiting for the baby to be born because she didn't get to go, and then meeting said baby because that would be very cute! :D"

Haymitch exhaled loudly as he placed his hands on Effie's shoulders, trying to guide the heavily pregnant woman out of the Mellark household before she gave birth in their living room. Despite her water already breaking and her contractions growing closer and closer together, Effie seemed far more concerned in their toddler's well-being rather than her own.

"Can't I come with you, mama?" Olive asked, tugging on her mother's nightgown. "I want to see the baby too!"

"You can see the baby afterward, Half Pint," Haymitch said a little hurriedly. "Right now, I have to get your mother into bed and call that dam-stupid doctor. Effie, we really need to go. Contractions are five minutes apart."

"Don't rush me, Haymitch," Effie hissed, stiffening as another pain swept across her lower abdomen. "Give me time to say goodbye to my eldest child!" She forced her grimace into a smile as she looked down at her daughter. "It won't be long now, darling," she assured. "And I promise, after this baby is born, you, I, and the baby can spend as much time together as we want! I love you!"

Olive didn't have a chance to get another mutter of argument in before her father practically carried her mother out of the door. The toddler sighed, hanging her head low as her assumed aunt and uncle stepped forward. Peeta looked down at the little girl and smiled.

"How about we make some pancakes for breakfast?" He offered. "I'll even let you be my sous chef. It'll give Aunt Katniss a break for once. I promise, it'll be fun."

Olive nodded sadly, "Okay." she said reluctantly taking his hand.

Time seemed to move so slowly for the young Abernathy girl as her aunt and uncle tried to desperately keep her mind occupied. Every so often, Peeta would glance out the window and Olive would become hopeful that he'd catch sight of either of her parents. Sadly, each check seemed to yield no results and Olive was left to continue on playing, waiting impatiently for news of her new sibling.

"How about we go to the meadow, Olive?" Katniss offered. "Uncle Peeta can show you how to make a daisy chain."

"No thank you," Olive whispered softly. "I would rather stay here."

"How about we bake some cookies?" Peeta suggested. "Chocolate chip? They're your favorite?"

Olive shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

Peeta and Katniss looked at one another, trying to figure out what else they could do to entertain their guest when the front door opened. The three heads turned towards the noise only to see a tired, but surprisingly proud looking Haymitch standing in the door frame.

"Daddy!" Olive cried out, running to hug her father's legs.

"Well?" Peeta inquired, he and Katniss both watching Haymitch with anxious eyes.

"It's a girl," he said. "And both the baby and mother are doing perfectly fine."

Sighs of relief came from the other two adults as Olive peered up at her father. Haymitch smiled wearily as he lifted his oldest daughter up with a grunt. The toddler wrapped her arms around her father's neck as she glanced out towards their house.

"Ready to see your new sister. Half Pint?" Haymitch asked.

It took all of Haymitch's remaining energy to keep a strong hold on the excited child as they made their way up into the master bedroom. Making sure Olive couldn't leap out of his arms and potentially injure herself, Haymitch kept one arm wrapped around her waist as he opened the door with his other. There, situated in the middle of the bed, lay the girl's mother. Effie looked up from the bundle in her arms, her exhausted features forming a smile as she caught sight of her daughter.

"Hello, sweetheart," she greeted softly. "Come here, I want you to meet someone very special."

Haymitch carried Olive over to the bedside and sat her down next to her mother. The little girl craned her next as she gazed in wonder at what her mother had nestled in her arms.

"Is that my sister?" Olive asked. "She's so little!"

Effie chuckled weakly, "Isn't she? It'll take some time before she gets as big as you."

Olive stared at the tiny, pink being underneath the blanket. When her parents said she was going to have a baby sibling, she never thought her sister would be this small. How was she supposed to play with her when she was no bigger than her dolls? Olive reached forward, wanting to touch the mass of dark brown wisps of hair that covered her sister's head.

"Gentle," Haymitch warned. "You don't want to hurt her."

Carefully, Olive patted the baby's hair, giggling when she opened her eyes. "What is her name?"

Effie looked at Haymitch for a moment before turning her attention back to her children. "We haven't decided yet," she told her. "But it's between Ruby and Pignolia."

"Your mother likes the second name," Haymitch interjected. "Not me. She doesn't seem to grasp the concept that kids might enjoy the name 'Pignolia' in all the wrong ways."

"It fits with our name scheme," Effie smiled, adjusting the blanket under the baby's chin. "And it's unique. No one else has it. We can call her 'Nolia' for short."

"Or Pig!" Olive exclaimed innocently.

"Point proven," Haymitch muttered.

"We'll see…" Effie said eying Haymitch. "For now, I'm too tired to win an argument with you. I just had a baby after all."

Haymitch smirked but nodded his head, his own eyes falling on his two daughters as the eldest stared intently at her younger sister. It was definitely going to prove a challenge in the years to come. He and Effie weren't getting any younger and two girls under the age of four would prove to be quite the handful. But this was his family. And even if he struggled to voice it, he loved them all very much.

"When can she play with me?" Olive asked.

"Not for quite awhile," Effie laughed. "She has to get bigger first, dear."

"Oh," Olive said sounding disappointed. "I'll come back tomorrow, okay?"

Haymitch exhaled, his lips twitching into a smile as his eyes met Effie's, a look of pure happiness present in her features. This was the beginning to a brand new chapter in their lives. Would it be challenging? Yes. Was it worth it? As he watched Olive place a tender kiss on his other daughter's forehead, he knew. There was absolutely no question about it.