𝔸𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟 ⟢ 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕆𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕣

- ȶɦʀɛɛ

Another two weeks had passed before Willa had gone out with Enobaria again. Now, there was about three months before the Reaping and Willa's anxiety only worsened with time. Most of her days were spent being near Katia, finding comfort in her presence. The only time she wasn't was she went out with some of the other victors - like normal.

"Katia?" Willa anxiously called out when she got home. She was feeling extremely anxious, feeling like someone was following her even though no one was. It was just something that happened when her anxiety was high. Katia emerged from the living room where the two kids were playing.

"Yeah?" the red-head asked. Willa's eyes darted around the room before her eyes landed on the girl and she immediately went to hug her.

"Someone's following me," she said, rubbing one of her eyes. Katia was used to this, it had happened ever since her games. She had been followed in the arena and almost killed, so she associated that memory with high anxiety. But she knew to not try and convince her it wasn't real.

"It's going to be okay. You're home and you're safe. They can't get you," Katia reassured her as she went to lock the door. Every other door into the house was already locked, including the windows. Willa just needed to be with Katia until her anxiety died down. Her fear was completely in her mind.

"Sleep with you?" Willa said with pleading eyes. She loved Katia so much and needed her reassurance and comfort.

"Of course you can. I need to put Axel and Clover to bed and then we can go lay down if you want. Yeah?" Katia said, tucking some hair behind Willa's ear.

"Yeah," Willa nodded, taking a shaky deep breath. The girl picked at her nails as she hesitantly went to her room to change. She slipped out of her clothes and put on an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. Willa shut the lights of her room off as she left, and went to the kids room. There were five bedrooms for a 'family' of four, but they thought it was easier to have the kids share a room when they were young. Willa leaned against the doorframe, still picking at her nails as Katia tucked Axel into bed. Katia had the room across the hall and the empty bedroom next to the kids room was soon to be Axel's. Willa's room on the other hand was further down the hall so she wouldn't be bothered if the kids woke up in the night.

"Night-night Auntie Wiwa," Axel tiredly said, waving. Willa anxiously smiled and waved back.

"Night-night," she murmurs. Katia pressed a kiss to Axel's forehead and stroked his hair for a moment before standing up.

"Nightie-night sweetheart. Remember I'm right across the hall if you or baby Clover need anything," Katia softly reminded him.

"Okay mama," Axel said, his eyes fluttering shut. Katia smiled, waiting for a moment before ultimately leaving the room. She squeezed Willa's hand as she walked by and closed the door, leaving it cracked ever so slightly.

"I changed," she whispered, still anxious from when she got home.

"I'm so proud of you! Do you wanna go lay down?" Katia praised. Willa nodded, taking the girl's hand and leading her into the room. Willa just needed to go to sleep and she would feel better by the time she woke up.

"Bed time," the blonde murmured.

"Bed time, yes," Katia reassured her, pulling the covers of her bed back a bit. Willa hesitantly wrapped her arms around the red-heads torso and rested her forehead on her shoulder.

"G'night," Willa said.

"Good night sweetheart. I'm just going to go wash my face and then I'll be back, okay?" Katia told her, making sure she knew exactly where she was going. She didn't need her to be anymore anxious.

"Okay," Willa nodded, pulling away from the hug and going to lay in Katia's bed. She always loved her bed, she found it comfier than her own. But a part of that was the fact that it wasn't hers. Willa got herself situated but waited to actually fall asleep until Katia was back. Katia reminded her of her momma. She was so sweet and caring, just like her momma. Willa would do anything to bring her momma and the rest of her family back. She missed them all dearly. Six years later and she still had so much pain and sadness thinking about them. But no one expected her to get over losing them.

When Katia came back from the bathroom, she didn't say anything. She just shut the door behind her and turned the lights off, keeping the lamp on. Willa needed some sort of light to be able to fall asleep easily. It was a sense of security. Katia got in bed, bringing the covers up over her as Willa instinctively snuggled into her side. Warmth, that's what she needed.

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In the morning, Katia had been up for a couple of hours with the kids by the time that Willa had woken up. Willa rubbed her eyes before running her hands through her hair, trying to make it less messy. The girl wandered out of Katia's room and downstairs, trying to find her.

"Good morning, honey! Are you feeling any better?" Katia asked as she finished cleaning up the table from breakfast.

"Yeah," Willa quietly said, still groggy and disoriented from waking up.

"Wiwa!" Clover squealed, wiggling in her seat. Willa yawned and just picked the little girl up.

"Hi baby. Your food was good?" Willa asked, running a hand through the girl's hair. Clover eagerly nodded her head, her head bobbing up and down. She wrapped her little arms around her Aunties neck and snuggled into her. Her mama was busy but she wanted affection so she was going to get it from Willa. Katia, noticing her daughter was clinging to the woman, went to try to take her away.

"Auntie Willa just woke up, baby. Give her a couple of minutes to get settled," Katia softly explained to Clover, bringing her into her own arms.

"Seh-did," Clover echoed, giggling - her little mind just filled with happiness.

"Goo' mornin', Auntie Wiwa," Axel said, stumbling a bit into Willa and hugging her leg. Willa just smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of his head. Axel quickly let go and ran to play with some of his toys as Katia was just walking around bouncing Clover on her hip. The blonde yawned, covering her mouth, as she looked through the kitchen for something appetizing. But nothing was, she was still too upset from thinking of her family the previous night. Six years later and still thinking that she should've just said 'yes' to the prostitution.