I'm not sure I have anything to say in this A/N except thanks for all the reviews, and happy…May-something. School gets out next week for me and it's off to high school! Completely ecstatic, but scared out of my mind. Anyways, have a good rest of the school year, and don't forget to…do stuff and…stuff. .

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I don't know exactly when I woke up the next day. But when I did, my eyes felt glued shut, and my mouth tasted like old morning breath. Smacking my lips, I lifted my head to look over at Peeta. Or, where Peeta should have been. Except he wasn't. Sitting up a little straighter, I furrowed my brows and glanced around. The bathroom door was partly open, but no sounds came from it.

"Peeta?" My throat felt hoarse, probably from waking up and crying in the middle of the night. "Peeta?"

No answer.

I wasn't exactly scared, because this wasn't some hellish nightmare (I didn't think so anyway). Curious to the point of worry, I slid off the bed and stretched, working out the sleepy kinks. The borrowed pajama bottoms were wrinkled from a restless night, and my undershirt was twisted uncomfortably. After straightening that out, I walked over to the door.

Funnily enough, when I was about halfway down the stairs I starting hearing faint voices. I shook my head, too tired to come up with any theories. I slumped down the rest of the steps and turned the corner into the living room. Nope, no one was in here. But the voices, now more distinct, were coming from the partially ajar kitchen door. I shook the messy-from-sleep hair out of my eyes and pursued.

"Peeta?" I asked as I walked in. But there was no need for an answer.

Peeta and Prim sat across from each other at the kitchen table, talking lightly to one another. A cup of something bitter-smelling was in Peeta's hands and he took a sip. Coffee? Eugh.

When I came in, both of them looked up. Peeta smiled.

"Hey, Katniss." He said lightly, unconcerned. About anything, really.

Primrose grinned up at me. "Good morning!"

I did my best not to flush in embarrassment and react. Sure, I was borrowing Peeta's pants, and sure, I was wearing the equivalent of a brassier down to breakfast, which must not have looked so good since I live with Peeta. I shook that off. "Hey." Stifling a shook-up yawn, I slid into the chair next to Peeta. I wrinkled my nose at the gross drink he was holding. "Is that coffee?"

"Yeah," He held it out. "You want some?"

I shuddered and shook my head.

"We were just talking about you," Prim said, smoothing out the front of her blouse.

From the other side of the kitchen, a timer dinged. Peeta got up wordlessly and opened the oven.

"That's nice to know." I did my best not to scowl. "What about?"

"The wedding. And Ivy." Though her words were interested, Prim's eyes followed the streaming loaf of cornbread Peeta had just set on the table, along with a dish of butter.

We ate.

"So…" I licked a stray crumb of bread off my thumb and looked up at my little sister. "Exactly what were you talking about, about the wedding and Ivy?"

Prim helped herself to another golden piece and spread butter on it. "Well, not just those two topics, but Peeta and I both think that if things were going to go smoother, we might want to call and give a heads-up to those on our guest list so far, like Annie and Finnick and such."

They seemed like a wedding-planning dynamic duo, nodding their heads to what each other say, using "we" in ideas. Some part of me thought I was supposed to be bothered, but the other part rolled its eyes and didn't know why exactly I should be bothered.

"Why?" I felt slightly better after eating. "We don't even have a date set."

"It'd be easier to set a date if we have our guests physically with us to work out. And," Peeta smiled a little, sweet grin, "after all, it's a wedding, we should have bridesmaids."

I felt a burning in my cheeks, not out of anger or embarrassment, but confusion. "It's not a big wedding. I have a feeling everyone's going against me making it one."

Frowning sympathetically, Peeta reached out to touch my wrist. "No, Katniss. No one is going against you. It is your wedding, after all. But even though we're working to make it as small and traditional as possible, it is a wedding, and if you don't like what you do at weddings, speak now or forever hold your peace."

What bothered me most about this was he was completely right, but I did have a problem with it. I had a problem with it being anything bigger than a meal and a vow, and perhaps some dancing somewhere in between.

"If you don't want bridesmaids, say it. If you don't want the whole town there to watch the vows, fine. If you don't want vows, fine. Getting married can be as easy as a signature on a piece of paper; it doesn't have to be anything more. If you want that, just say it."

I grimaced down at my hands. "That didn't work the first time we did it, Peeta. And it's just as much your wedding as mine." Sniffing up a tad of annoyance that had been crawling into my nasal cavities, I lifted my head back up to look at him. "And I want a wedding. Bridesmaids are fine. Annie?"

Peeta seemed genuinely relieved I had consented. "That's what I was thinking, yes."

"And Ivy." Primrose seemed extra-excited in saying the little girl's name.

I sighed in content at the thought. Annie and the four-year-old wearing matching dresses as Finnick and Jace wore suits and stood a little ways away, Finnick beaming at his wife. The mental picture softened my heart just a bit, but something from the picture was missing. I tilted my head slightly to the left and glanced at my little sister as she stared expectantly at me with a dimple in her chin. I nearly smiled. "And you, of course."

"Yes, of course." Peeta nodded with me, saying that before Prim could say anything. "I could see them standing up there…matching dresses… I think that's good, unless you want to chance forcing Johanna into a dress, but that could end badly."

We all smiled.

Prim, who was keen on not wasting any time, was practically bouncing on her seat. "Can we go to town now? Maybe try to find Ivy and talk to her mother?"

I stretched forwards on my elbows and eyed my sister tiredly. "Some of us woke up only half an hour ago, Prim. Maybe if you'd give me a chance to wake up first. Isn't Mother working today?"

She nodded. "Saturdays, but she gets off at two instead of seven."

"Oh." The information stuck around for a few seconds, but then drifted off into oblivion and I stood up. "If we're going to go to town this early I should get dressed."

Peeta appeared already dressed, so he needn't get up with me. And I realized then, I didn't need to be embarrassed about anything with either of them. It was a nice realization, giving me the cause to be more relaxed about my current choice of clothing. I touched Peeta's shoulder affectionately as I walked out, knowing he understood what I meant. And as I let the door swing close behind me, I thought I heard something. "I can see why you love her so much."

I could have imagined it, probably imagined it, but it was nonetheless the subject of a tiny smile. My first real one of the day.

After a quick five-minute shower and changing into a clean set of clothes, I met the two of them back downstairs. Standing up, I could see Primrose was in the plainest clothes I've seen her in for a while. Just a pleated skirt and a blouse, hair tied back into a wavy ponytail. She looked maybe fifteen or sixteen, by the mere fact that she wasn't wearing little-girl dressed or pigtails. I wasn't sure whether to be proud or sad that she was growing up faster than I'd like.

I ambled up next to Peeta and exhaled. "What's our first order of business?"

He looked amused my choice of words. "I was about to ask you the same."

Prim, who'd been quiet since I'd gotten back, picked up her head and looked thoughtful. "How about we try and find Ivy?"

Peeta and I exchanged a comical glance in agreement and he opened the door for us. Prim thanked him and walked out, but I didn't need to thank him. Instead, I waited for him a foot out the door and let him squeeze my hand. But something about the action made me slightly uncomfortable. So, as not to be rude, I squeezed it one more time then caught up to my little sister.

We walked for a little bit into town, Prim on one side of me, Peeta on the other. But as we got deeper into town, uncertainty set over us. Where to start?

Prim suggested the candy shop.

So there we sat in front of the candy shop, sucking on lemon-flavored hard candy, knees tucked to our chests. The three of us were silent, peering around the town square for the next action. Peeta thankfully didn't seem too put out that I wasn't up to sitting on his lap or holding hands, but something weird squirmed in my stomach every time I thought of doing that. It wasn't just that Prim was with us. I wasn't sure, but I was careful not to hurt his feelings.

Prim, who was looking around, popped another candy in her mouth. "What does she look like?"

Peeta rubbed his chin. "Pretty small, red hair…really big green eyes."

"Like that one?" Prim pointed over next to the fabric shop, where a cluster of people were grouped together talking lightly to one another.

I squinted over to where she was pointing, but Peeta beat me to it.

"No, that's not her." He sat back, deflated. "She's about four years old."

I then saw where my sister had been pointing, and it led to someone who looked much older than four. I leaned back, too.

We sat for another few minutes, trying even harder to find the girl. Finally, Peeta straightened up.

"That's her." He said in a slightly quiet voice, pointing twenty feet to the right of the fake-Ivy. And sure enough, there she was, one hand clinging to her mother, the other wrapped around a small package of paraffin. She looked upset, thin cherry eyebrows wrinkled and lower lips sticking out. She was saying something to her mother, who looked exasperated.

Prim found her soon after Peeta pointed her out. "The one holding the package?" She paused a second, then smiled. "She's adorable! How did you guys meet her again?"

Peeta stood up, helping both Prim and I up. "We were just walking, and she came up to us. Wanted to talk to me."

The memory made me want to smile. But it also brought me down a bit. I wanted a kid. I wanted to feel that small, warm body so close to mine, I wanted to see her (or him) grow from a sweet pucker-faced baby to a strong adult, knowing that I'd done my duty just fine. I'd raised that, I was responsible for one good thing in the world if any. Purely selfish reasons.

"Katniss?"

Peeta's voice made my head snap over to him where he and Prim were about ten feet in front of us. Bother of them had stopped and were looking back at me.

"Oh. Sorry." I hurried to catch up.

As we neared Ivy and her mother, I grew uncertain. Peeta seemed confident enough, and Primrose looked excited, but did either of them know what the heck we were going to say? We've only met Ivy once and her mother twice, but perhaps we should wait a few more encounters before we start wanting their full trust. I turned my head slightly towards Peeta to tell him that, but it was two seconds too late. Ivy had already saw us.

She made a quiet little toddler noise and tugged on her mother's arm, eyes locked on us.

"For the last time, Ivy, I will not b—" The tired mother suddenly looked up to where her four-year-old was pointing. "Oh!"

I paused uncertainly, automatically leaning a bit closer to Peeta. He opened his mouth to say something (I could always rely on him for the speaking), but Ivy beat him to it.

She tore her hand out of her mother's and hugged the package of paraffin to her, grinning up at us. Well, more like Peeta. She ignored Prim, though, just looking at Peeta. "Hiii," Her tiny teeth showed as she grinned.

Being good-natured as always, Peeta smiled back. "Hey, Ivy." But after acknowledging the little girl, he turned his head up to her mother. "Hello again."

She looked frazzled, and smiled a little. The stress could be seen in the tightness of her lips. "Good morning, you three." She glanced at Prim, and a little confused line appeared in between her eyebrows.

It was my job to introduce her. I stepped closer to my little sister and touched her arm fondly. "This is Primrose, my sister. Prim, this is Ivy and…" My heart sank a little bit in embarrassment, realizing I didn't know Ivy's mothers' name.

"Caroline." She filled it in and exchanged a polite handshake with Prim. "Caroline and Ivy Sawyer."

"It's nice to meet you." Prim smiled, and I could tell Ivy's mom—Caroline—automatically liked her. Then Prim bent down on her knees like Peeta did the first time and smiled likeably at Ivy. "Hello, Ivy. I'm Prim."

Ivy, who had her face hidden behind the package, peeked out from behind it and said in a very quiet voice, "Hi, Prim."

This little girl must really enjoy meeting new people, because she giggled in excitement and looked up at her mother, and then looked back over at Prim.

"I like your dress." My sister commented on Ivy's denim overall-dress. "It's very pretty."

"Thank you." Ivy, pleased to have met another girl slightly younger and less intimidating than me, handed Primrose her chunk of paraffin and launched into a detailed explanation of what happened to her bowl of porridge over breakfast.

Now that she was occupied, Peeta and I looked back up at Caroline, who had done the same.

"So," Caroline tucked a piece of her auburn-brown hair behind her ear. "What can I help you two with?"

After only casting me a small glance, Peeta decided it was safe to assume I wasn't going to do the talking, so he cleared his throat quietly. "As you know, Katniss and I are getting married…soon, and yesterday when we were starting the rough draft plan, we couldn't help but think of you and Ivy. And how you might like to come." He took a brief second to bite his bottom lip and, in making a very hasty decision, added, "And maybe even help with the plans."

Caroline's face wavered uncertainly. "Oh…I-I really couldn't… I'm no good at planning things. Everyone's heard of the wedding now, and it'd just be…a bigger hassle than necessary to get involved."

I frowned and bit my lip. "Are you sure? It'll really help a lot, and I'm sure Ivy wouldn't mind getting to be a br—" I stopped myself before I could say 'bridesmaid'. "To be there."

"It's an honor, Miss Ev— I mean, Katniss. It really is an honor but…" Caroline paused, looking slightly ashamed. "I don't think we're cut out to help with something that big. We don't have anything to wear, or-or…anything."

"Well, at least come over for dinner sometime." Peeta seemed only slightly put out, and managed a smile though the woman insisted against it.

Ivy, who had heard that last part, jumped away from her conversation from Prim to tug her mother's trousers. "Can we, mama?"

At that moment, a slight wistful look appeared in Caroline's eyes, and I realized that maybe she was poorer than we thought. She was thinking that she wasn't fit to linger with a class so high. Does she not realize how…normal we're trying to be? We didn't want to be famous. And we wanted Ivy to be a bridesmaid.

Finally, Caroline caved in and sighed, pushing her hair back. "When?"

"It doesn't matter. When is best for you?" Peeta took a brief moment to smile down at Ivy, who was trying to get attention, since Prim had stood back up.

The woman sighed and shook her head, seeming extra-frazzled. "Uh…Tomorrow. Tomorrow will work. Tomorrow for dinner."

"That works. Do you…" Peeta hesitated, slightly confused. He glanced at me, and I could see the look on his face. "Do you want us to come and accompany you on the walk to our house? Or would you rather just come?"

"We'll just come. We know where it is." Caroline looked slightly embarrassed, then apologetic. "Everyone does."

Peeta shrugged, unfazed. "What time would be most convenient for you?"

There was a pause. "Five works."

"Alright then. It's settled." He smiled kindly, and then looked down at Ivy. "I'll see you two tomorrow?"

Ivy giggled and hopped up and down excitedly.

"Thank you." I thanked them as well, and smiled, and tried to grin down at Ivy but it felt more like a grimace. Oops.

"Goodbye," Caroline smiled tiredly at all three of us. "It was nice meeting you, Primrose."

"It was nice meeting you, too." Prim nodded, and waggled her fingers at the little girl who had taken her package of paraffin back.

They walked off, a little new skip-hop visible in Ivy's step.

I let out a small, gusty sigh. "I guess we have a day tomorrow, then. Busy, busy."

"Yes. But today is for relaxing. You look tired still." Peeta slid his hand around mine and squeezed it reassuringly.

"I am." But when he gave me a small kiss on the forehead, I felt my face redden for some odd reason. "Let's go home, Peeta. I want a bath, then a really long nap."

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That was horrible, I'm sorry. I got writers block towards the end. Don't hate me. :D So, um… Sorry it took so long, but it was to be expected. Anyways, review! Love you all, and have a good weekend.

P.S: I've been considering something… Well, with my poems, I ran out of ideas quite a bit ago, and I've been only getting about two reviews each poem lately, and that's fine with me, but I think either a) I'm calling it quits and marking the story as complete or b) …I had an idea earlier. But I guess since it decided to run away with the dish and the spoon, I'll just go with plan 'a' for now. ;)