Odds in Our Favor: A Joshifer Fanfic

Chapter 23

[Song: 7/11 - Beyonce]

Josh's POV:

Standing in my trailer, I glance in the mirror. I sigh, ruffling my now ashy blonde hair and messing it up a little. Damn, this is the last time my hair's gonna be blonde... at least for a long time. It's a hassle to take care of, but in the end, I'm gonna miss it. I straighten the shirt for my final Peeta costume, and walk out my trailer door.

Francis spots me. "Josh, I told you not to mess up your hair, remember?" I grin sheepishly. "Nope." I respond with a smirk. Francis sighs before playfully elbowing me in the side. "Alright then, Mr. Mellark, why don't you go say hello to Ms. Everdeen?" before turning to head to his director's chair. I nudge Francis. "Uhm, correction. She's Mrs. Mellark now." I correct him, and whisper "Epilogue scene!"  He rolls his eyes. "Whatever." I laugh.

"Hey babe." I whisper to Jen, kissing her on the cheek. "Hey..." she whispers back, placing a hand on her Katniss wig on her head. It's then when I notice a little girl standing near Jen. She kind of looks like a mini Katniss. "Who's this?" I ask. "This is Madison. She's going to be playing Willow." Jen replies. Madison looks up at me and asks, "Are you Josh?" I nod. "Yes, I am. It's nice to meet you." I extend a hand to shake hers, and she shakes my hand back. "You're playing Peeta Mellark, right?" I nod again. "Yes ma'am." Madison smiles.

"Bear should be here soon. It'll be good for him to see his Auntie again!" Jen says with a grin plastered on her face. Madison looks up at Jen and chirps, "I'm excited to meet my little brother". She puts "little brother" in air quotes. Jen and I smile at her. I'm beginning to like this Madison.

A hair stylist comes up to Madison. "Madison, how about we go put your hair into pigtails?" She asks. Madison nods in excitement. As they walk off, the stylist gives Jen and I a wink. We smile at her. Pigtails are Willow Mellark's signature hairstyle, much like Katniss's sidebraid.

I hear Jen mutter under her breath. I glance over at her. "What was that, Jen?" I ask, smirking at her. "Nothing." She replies sheepishly. "Nothing?" I repeat, giving her a look. She nods. We stand there in silence when I suddenly reach out my hands to tickle Jen. She's laughing hard, and I ask over her laughter  "Nothing, huh?" with a smirk. "J..Josh! Stop! Hahaha.. Stooopppp ittt Joooosssshhhh! I'll tell you what I said... Hahahah... Stoooppp!" I finally stop tickling her. "Well. What did you say?" I ask as she recovers. When she finally catches her breath, she says "I said you're good with kids." I smile at her shyly, and then look at the floor. "Well thank you." I say quietly. I look up at her, and we start loosing ourselves staring in each other's eyes when we're interrupted by a little blonde toddler running towards Jen.

"Bear!" Jen chirps with excitement. She picks up her nephew and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "You're finally here!" Jen's grinning like a crazy lady. She gestures over to me. "Say hi to Josh!" I smile at Bear, which I'm assuming is a nickname. I change my voice to the voice you would use around a kid Bear's age and say "Hey there little man!" Bear grins with a small toddler laugh. Jen smiles at me before looking back at her nephew. "Can you say 'Hi' to Josh?" She repeats. Bear opens his mouth to say hi, and I swear it's probably the cutest "Hi" I have ever heard. Jen coos at him. "Aren't you cute?" She says, bouncing him a little. She grins at me.

A makeup artist comes over to Jen, and says "Hey Jen? Do you want to come over and stay with Bear while we do his makeup?" Jen nods. She turns back at me. "See you later, babe." She whispers before kissing me on the cheek and walking off with Bear in her arms.

Francis comes over to me. "Jen's right." He says. "You are good with kids, Josh." I smile at him. "He's really cute." I reply. Francis nods. He leans in and whispers to me, "I saw the way Jen looked at you when you were talking to Bear. It's almost like... like she saw her future or something. It was cool." I give him a look. "What kind of future?" I ask. He smiles. "One with you. With kids." I can't help but going back to grinning at the floor.  "You really think so, Francis?" I ask him. "Oh yeah." He responds firmly. He pats my back before walking back to his director's chair.

As yet another artist calls me to makeup, I can't help but grin at the floor as I walk, thinking of a future with Jennifer and loving every second of it.