I don't know where this story is going. I mean- once everything is fixed, what then? I suppose I could just get a whole bunch of different mini-plots to play out for a million chapters until the babies first birthday or something like that. I am not too worried about to be honest, because I have enough stuff to work off of for a dozen chapters or so, and by then I will have more ideas. I just really don't want to story to get boring and me having to quite. That would be absolutely horrible. That is why I love you guys so much. You have given me so many wonderful ideas to work off of. If no one read and reviewed my story, I probably would have given up a while ago. Honestly. Oh, and in response to .mellark's question, I really have no idea why Katniss goes by Everdeen instead of Mellark. Alexis' last name is Mellark, though. I am going to type chapter fifty-five now.

"So where are we going, Katniss?" Prim was bouncing along next to me.

I was cradling Alexis to me with one arm, and holding Peeta's hand with another, just like old time. Except minus the baby. "Our first stop is the nursery, because all of the stupid diapers I bought are still in there."

"You have a nursery?" My little sister was apparently very excited about our little journey through District 13. "Where is it?"

I slowed to a stop and bent down a little closer to Primrose. "Can you keep a secret?"

She nodded.

"No, seriously. This was supposed to be a secret in the first place, but I am letting you in on it. Oh, boy…" I grunted and straightened out stiffly. Having the extra seven pounds added onto me every time I bent down wasn't doing anything for my back.

"I won't tell anyone, I swear." Prim hugged her arms to herself.

I started walking again. "There is an old section of rooms Peeta and I found that was really creepy. It was as if no one had even looked at the place in fifty years. One room was an ancient astronomy lab, with a glass ceiling so you can look at the stars. Peeta surprised me by cleaning it and turning it into a nursery for me." I squeezed Peeta's hand in a second thanks.

"Ooh!" She said in excitement. "I can't wait to see it! Can I hold Alexis for a little bit?"

I hesitated. A little part of me thought that if I let my baby go, she won't ever come back. That was absurd, though, and so I pushed the thought away. "Sure."

My little sister held her arms out to me in a small cradle shape and I placed Alexis gently in them. Prim hugged the bundle of blankets to her chest, talking gently to her.

"She really is beautiful." Peeta let go of my hand and put his arm securely around my waist.

"I can't believe how much she looks like you. Did you look like that when you were a baby? Without black hair, of course," I added, looking up at Peeta as we walked.

"Yeah, something like that I think." Peeta frowned, and then constructed his face back into his usual I-love-everyone-nothing-can-harm-me look. "Maybe."

"You were an adorable baby." We watched as Alexis gabbled and blew more spit bubbles.

"I don't think I was that cute. She has some of your qualities too, you know."

"Only the hair." I said almost defensively. "And that is one."

"No, no, no!" Peeta insisted. "She has your… mouth."

"My mouth?" I looked at Peeta as though he just told me to eat a big, smelly boot.

"Yes." Peeta laughed. "I have seen enough of your mouth to know you passed it on to Alexis."

"You have seen enough of my mouth." I didn't quite know what to make of Peeta and his recognizing similarities between me and my daughter. "I have to hand it to you, Peeta; you don't really hear that every day."

"You know what I mean." Yes, I do Peeta and all I have to say is thank goodness Prim is occupied with letting my daughter chew on her fingers, rather than listening to Peeta and I argue about mouths. Mine in particular. "Alexis has your hair and your mouth. Two great qualities you have that she is lucky to have been passed down."

"You know what?" I didn't know whether to laugh really hard or to snort in annoyance. I settled with snorting really hard, which was weird so I stopped. "Enough about my simply wonderful qualities. We are here."

Prim looked up from the baby in her hands with an excited look, but her face dropped when she saw the gloomy hallway we were standing in. "This is the nursery?"

"No, it's in here." I opened the nursery door. Prim put Alexis in Peeta's arms and duck under my mine into the room.

She skidded to the stop in the middle of the room, and tilted her head up towards the ceiling to see the hazy pink sky. "It's beautiful in here! Peeta, you did this?"

Peeta, who was closing the door with his shoulder (seeing as how his arms were preoccupied), looked up and smiled, "Well, Katniss helped clean up the dust and dirt, but yeah. I… decorated it." He straightened out the blanket on the floor and sat down on it. Prim and I sat, too.

"Ooh!" Primrose stared in awe at the hand-crafted cradle next to her. "You didn't… make that, did you?"

I laughed. "No. I bought it. Hey, can you do me a favor, Prim?"

"Sure!" She straightened up and looked eagerly at me.

"On the bottom shelf over there-"I pointed to the tall bookshelf in one corner of the room. "-is two small white bags. Could you get them for me?"

Prim darted over to the shelves, grabbed the bag, and reseated herself next to me in a matter of seconds. "What is in them?"

"Diapers..." I opened the first bag. "And baby clothes."

I had to admit, I haven't changed a babies' diaper since I was six or seven, but the job I did wasn't too bad, if I do say so myself. In the end, Alexis was squirming around on her back, with a nice off-white diaper on.

If I had thought Peeta and Primrose would break out into applause, I was mistaken, but they did look somewhat impressed.

"So are we going to go exchange those clothes or what?" Prim once again got her excited face on, and was almost bouncing up and down.

I sighed. "Let's hope I can remember where it is. I was following someone the last time, so if we end up in a room full of angry chickens, no one blame me."

Peeta carefully wrapped Alexis back up in her pink blanket and hesitated before handing the bundle to me. The bag of baby clothes replaced her in Peeta's arms.

"Thanks." I held onto her tightly with one arm and attempted to stand up with the other. I was grateful when Peeta offered me his hand.

"Let's see…" I stood in the doorway and looked down the hallway left and right. After a few seconds of twitching, wondering which way, I closed my eyes and took a left.

After about half an hour, I started to think I was lost, but then a sign up ahead made me sigh in relief.

RQ—M

Prim leaned over to me and whispered, "What does that mean?"

"Rescue Quarters to Market." I shifted Alexis in one arm and took Peeta's hand.

Exactly two minutes later, all three of us stood in the wide doorway of the auditorium. Prim had her mouth open and eyes wide. Peeta just looked confused, but he didn't say anything.

"It's somewhere over here…" I hummed to myself while scanning the stalls.

Where I thought the clothes stall was, was a nearly empty one, run by a very sad looking middle-aged woman. I looked to my right and left, but they were the same as the ones on either side of the clothing stall I visited just a few days ago.

"Is this it?" Prim asked in confusion.

"I-I think so. It should be, anyway." Hesitating, I walked up to the lady at the counter and said, " Excuse me—"

The lady sighed and looked up. "We are clo—"Then her eyes grew wind. "Are you…Katniss Everdeen?"

I winced, because I had that reaction from very few people here, but it was the same nonetheless. Apparently I was famous. "Er… Yes. I was wondering where the young boy running this stall a few days ago had gone."

The lady's eyes grew moist and she took a shaky breath. "Aden passed away two days ago."

Oooh how mysterious. Kind of sad too. : 3 that's okay. You guys know what? I missed my three month anniversary of starting this story. On June 20th I started writing it on paper and I missed September 20th! That's okay. Just wait until October. We'll have a party. So, tell me what you think of this story so far! And to the person who reviewed about Finnick's kid (I can't remember your username, sorry), if I end up doing that I want you to name it 'cause it was your idea. Don't give me its name right now because I am going to forget it. Wait until I mention it, kk? Thanks again to my lovely readers for reading, reviewers for reviewing, enemies for giving me something to do all day, Steven Tyler for being awesome, Gaspard Uliel for being—he he never mind. See you next chapter! TheSoggyBug