The victor of the 75th annual Hunger Games, Brutus, came to each of the districts for the victory tour. He said he was very sorry about my loss. He was very kind and apologetic. The dinner afterward was very nice though. He joked around and said he would call us once in a while to talk. He said he liked us and wanted to get to know us better.
Each week, I got less and less depressed. Letting the grief go and letting on the happiness for my pregnancy. I had never got the chance to be happy about it. It came at a very bad time in my life. But after the Games, I can appreciate it and get excited about it. Peeta already had a list of names. I narrowed it down to only two. Primrose for a girl, in honor of Prim, and Haymitch for a boy, in honor of Haymitch. Peeta was more excited about it than I was.
Our daughter, Primrose, is a year old and we are a happy family.
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Fanfictiontoast baby If you have not read the Hunger Games, or are not old enough to go read them, please, do NOT read this! It contains older person themes! (Ex. cursing, that's about it) What if Katniss was actually pregnant? We are starting near the end of...
