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"I haven't seen her in years, Madge," Gale sighs, his head in his hands. The two sit on the train that speeds toward District 12. Madge reaches over and squeezes his hand as he looks up. "I don't know what I'm going to say."
"You're her cousin, Gale, she loves you no matter what." He looks up and meets her eyes, watching her smile gently. "What happened with Prim wasn't your fault. She's told you that."
"I know, I just…"
"Stop," she soothes, her hand traveling up to cup his face. "You promised me you wouldn't act like this." He nudges himself forward so their foreheads are touching and again he sighs. "Smile."
"I'm just nervous," he admits. Inside he's hoping that the train ride will never end, maybe loop back around to their home in District 2 instead of stopping here.
But of course, that doesn't happen. "Momma, Daddy look!" Their small daughter points out the window. "Here!"
"Yes Amita," Madge smiles. "We're here." The bubbly brunette giggles and bounces in her seat across the isle.
"Catnip?" she asks.
"Catnip," Gale repeats softly. Again, she giggles. She's been wanting to meet the ever famous Catnip ever since Gale and Madge started telling marvelous bedtime stories to her of her adventures, not all always 100% true.
"Baby?"
"Baby Prim," Madge tells her, shifting as the train comes to a stop. "She's very tiny, Am, you've got to be gentle. Okay?"
"Okay, Momma," her daughter coos back. Amita rushes out of her seat, Madge following quickly after her. She stops to pull Gale up and links her hands with his.
"Just be happy, okay? For me?"
"For you," he repeats, leaning down to give her a quick kiss before they chase their daughter off the train.
At the Mellark's Peeta answers the door with a tired yet happy smile. He welcomes Madge into his arms after not seeing her in a few years and Amita rushes through his legs into the living room like she owns the place. Him and Gale nod at each other, shaking hands gently, and then the two are ushered in after their daughter.
"Katniss is sleeping," he says quietly. "It's about time, too. Who knew babies were so much work?"
"Me," Madge laughs lightly. "Where is she?" Gale lingers in the back, his brain racing. Will the baby even look like Prim? Does Katniss want her to look like Prim? Her name is Prim, after all. Would that just make it more painful though? "Gale," Madge sighs. "Come see her."
His feet shuffle for a moment before he finally follows the sound of his wife's voice. She leans over a playpen where a newborn curls in a ball in the center. A tuft of blonde hair sprouts from the baby's head. Her fingers reach upward for the people observing her and sparkling gray eyes twinkle at them.
"Baby!" Amita giggles. Madge reaches for her husband's hand again and squeezes it lightly.
"She's beautiful," Gale murmurs unable to retract his gaze.
"Isn't she?" a voice calls from behind them. The whole party spins around to find a sleepy Katniss staring at them. "Just like Prim." Gale meets her eyes and she smiles. "Hey, cuz. Long time no see."
A/N: Request that asked to actually make Katniss and Gale cousins