Peeta's Baby - Everlark

Chapter 17: Not So Pleasant News.

3th person pov:

It was a nice summery day in the beginning of July. Hot sun rays shined mercilessly from a cloudless sky at early morning in the hometown of District 12, Panem. The home of the Heavensbee/Mellark residence was neatly placed in the outside of the wealthy part of the district called The Merchant. The green forest surrounding the backside of the house and the tons of planted fragrant flower beads and fruit trees in the big backyard - which is about the size of a football field - fill the dry air with a soothing scent of calm and harmony. A perfect morning to wake up to, so to say.

The polite and mindful
business man, Plutarch Heavensbee, went to the office later than usual, do to late night paper work and a seducing wife, waiting to be taking. Though the summer morning seemed like any others they had shared for the past 13 years, nothing would compare to what would come to them.

The easy-going house mother was relaxing on the porch, bathing in the hot sun in a loosely fitting colorful summer dress, reading the endless pages in the second Fifty Shades Of Grey book, when the first surprise for the day arrived to the mansion. A florist declared a order of a bouquet dozen beautiful bright yellow, red and orange tulips being send to their address. She would never let her temper show for any human other than family, but this was getting to her. Everyday for the past weeks, flowers and "Get Well" cards have slowly taking over the entire house. After the disaster of a wedding flop her loving son made, her and the family members witnessing Finnicks confession on where the groom was that morning, they made up a story of her son being horribly sick of food poisoning. Of course every guest took it tough, at least the Mellarks and Heavenbees who have known the groom, was devastated. Though, it was a sweet gestures for their families to wishing her son well with his "sickness", she was slowly getting tired of the space all the vases of flowers took from her living room.

With a sigh, she half-heartily went back to the last pages of her book. Though not at all with the sort of same interested for reading as before. Not with the newly created concern for her missing boy. And even if she tried, she just couldn't concentrate enough to continue.

After nearly 20 minutes or so with staring on what their elderly neighbours were up to, she went inside to grab a glass of ice cold homemade lemonade as the heat from the sun kept getting stronger. She slowly sipped her cold drink and felt the sensation of dehydration in her body vanish. But, as she was about to pour another glass of the liquid, a soft knock sounded from the front door.

"Maybe it's just Rue coming to get that football her little brother shot into the backyard yesterday." She thought. Slowly she walked out to the front door and opened, but to her surprise no child was standing there. Two middle-aged men was standing tall on her porch with both set of hands folded in front of them in a respectable gesture.

They didn't seem police alike with their nice expensive suit and tie, but clearly the golden letters of TCPD over the known Capitol shield placed on the chest of their suit, washed any bought. Immediately, she exclaimed her husband being in the office down town, thinking they were to make business. Not until the two detectives explained a slight problem concerning her missing son. Relieve cut through her like a knife. These past 3, almost 4, weeks where all her calls and text messages to Peeta have failed miserably and no words have been heard about where he might be in that moment, she was grateful to hear some news. Though her concern reappeared like a new catching spark as soon as the Detectives entered inside the mansion.

As a great housewife she of course offered them some coffee or te as the first thing while the men took a seat at the expensive District 7 imported mahogany dinner table in the dining hall. They both politely gave a "no thank you, ma'am" before cutting to why they were presence in her lovely home unexpected.

A situation like Peeta's was never something to laugh about, but she did. It all seemed as a joke to the frustrated mother. Sure, she had taking in their explanation but she found it amusing.

"Is this some sort of a joke? Did any of my boys make a bet on that I would fall for this lie?" She questioned them, knowing her two older Mellark boys would makeup something like that to scare her. The two high educated policemen looked emotionless to the woman and her laugher vanished as she excused herself from the table.

A single phone call to her husband was enough to get him hurrying home. She didn't had to say much for him to know that something was clearly wrong. Really just a simple explanation about unexpected policemen in their home.

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Plutarch and Lily Heavensbee had never in their lives thought the possibility of hearing such news. They may had considered that special word coming to them in some years, but considering the bad timing, they for long had let the thought wandering away. Of course they had heard the word "child" before, both were good and responsible parents to 7 kids in total and some already giving them loving grandchildren, but never in the same sentence with their youngest son's name.

Nobody would expect a shocked mother to take such news easily. Especially not when words as "Arrested" and "Kidnapping" are attributing. And unfortunately, when she understood the seriousness around it, she took it anything but easy. She made it clear to the feds that her son was raised well enough to not committing a crime like that. Or a crime at all. All three of her loving children had ever been in the hands of any police or done anything to deserve an arrest.

Neither of the two understanding officers spoke in disagreement towards the upset parents. They too have kids on their own and knew the concern it brings their hearts when a child is in a bad situation. Questions were asked and answers were taking before the men said their goodbye. Neither of them spoke a word when the door was shot closed, they were simply in shock. Something had to be done and both knew that. Plutarch were the first to make the move. He grab his mobile phone from his suit pocket and tapped in the number of his assistant. His wife stood silently in the arms of her husband as the conversation dragged on.

The flight reservation was made quickly and all meetings were off the calendar for the day before Plutarch could turn back to the love of his life. A kiss was given and a promise was made. He was determined to figure this out, one way or another.
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This chapter is dedicated to my loyal and very excited reader,
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