Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Part 2

Ding… ding… ding…! Another Part of my Hunger Games fanfic is ready! Fresh and warm. ^o^v

I already published it on http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4184993/ of course, I just republish it here to enlarge the possibility of being read. LOL

But since I'm a newbie writer, it's still very far from any form of perfection. So please spare me. :)

I own nothing, The Hunger Games and all of its awesomeness belongs to Suzanne Collin. She is the REAL genius, never me (sign).

Too bad, I know. But still I enjoy writing it SO MUCH… that is why I hope that you'll enjoy reading it too. :)

Well I'm done blabbering, enjoy…

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I bring Willow to the rocking chair, she needs her breakfast soon or she’ll resist when I dress her up. I look at her face when suckle her.

It’s a very perfect mixing of me and Peeta.

She has Peeta’s blue eyes, nose, face shape and my exact lips, cheeks and dark hair. She is so beautiful; I am falling in love right away the first time I held her. The joy of holding her is unexplained; it’s one of the most amazing moments of my life.

After Willow satisfied, I bathe and dress her up in a pink summer dress. I tie her black hair in a pony tail with a pink ribbon and put a pair of blue shoes on her little feet.

“There you go… you look gorgeous, Willow!” I scoop her up and put her inside the crib. “Now mommy is going to take a shower, will you wait here for a while, sweetie?”

“Ah-duh,” Willow raises both her hands.

“Good girl! Mommy won’t be long, okay,” I kiss her cheeks.

I always feel uneasy whenever I leave Willow alone. So I take a short hot shower, put a simple sleeveless yellow blouse with a knee length black pants on and braided my black hair as fast I could and hurry back to the nursery.

I carry willow and her bag down stair toward the kitchen. Haymitch already there, sits on a stool in front of the table, right across Peeta. He looks sober. I put Willow on her high chair beside Haymitch and kiss Peeta before sit beside him.

“You look clean and fresh, Haymitch,” I grin. “What did Peeta say to you yesterday?”

“Good morning too, sweetheart,” Haymitch pouts, his index finger is on Willow’s grasp. “And you’re welcome too.”

“I said that if he isn’t sober while driving a car with you and Willow in it, I’ll make sure that he won’t see any of his precious bottles for the rest of his life,” Peeta smiles. “No pressure of course.”

I laugh. “So when the last time you…”

“Yesterday morning, just so you satisfied,” Haymitch answers, cuts my question halfway. “When will we go? I need my drink.”

“Just after Willow and Katniss have their breakfast,” Peeta answers.

“I’ll start the car then,” Haymitch says, kissed Willow’s cheek.

“Thank you, Haymitch.”

“I said it already, but you are welcome, sweetheart.”

Even since the war ended and we wrote the book about hunger games together, Haymitch is no longer just a former mentor and an ally for Peeta and me.

He is a protector, a person that can reads every single expression that Peeta and I make without need any explanation, a person that will always listen and answer, a person that love us with every single flaw, a person that almost never sober but always sober enough to wish us a happy birthday, a person that we care a lot, a parent figure that both of us no longer have. A grandfather that Willow no longer have.

He is a best friend. A very best and dearest friend.

But, even we understand each other even more.He stills the same Haymitch Abernathy. A drunkard, a grumbler, a hothead and a sloppy old man. But we will never change this Haymitch Abernathy for the world.

Peeta puts a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage and toast in front of me.

“I’ll bring the bags to the car and lock all the windows and doors while you eat,” Peeta kisses me. “I’ll be on the front porch with Haymitch when you are done.”

“Okay,” I smile.

I eat without putting a lot of attention to what I eat, distracted by Willow that play with her juice cup. Spilling the papaya and apple mixed juice that Peeta makes for her earlier happily, laughing frantically.

The mixed juice smeared all over her yellow duck shape apron and her high chair table, but I can care less. The joy that her laughter brings to me is overwhelming, nothing else is matter.

I wash the dishes and dry it after I finished my breakfast, since we won’t come back for at least two weeks. I carry Willow to the front door, when the phone rings.

“Hello… Katniss is speaking.”

“Katniss, it's mom.”

“What is it, mom? Is everything alright?”

“I thought you already leave,” She sounds relieved. “Yes, everything is alright. I just forgot to ask when your train will be arriving at district four’s station.”

“No, not yet. Why are you asking?”

“I’ll pick you up, of course.”

“Don’t you busy at the hospital? We’ll be alright, mom”

“I am taking an annual leave today. I know you’ll be fine. I just impatient, it’s my first time meeting my granddaughter.”

“We’ll be arriving at eight, tonight,” I smile.

“I’ll be there at eight then. Have a safe trip, Katniss,” She says. “I love you.”

“I love you too, mom.”

“It looks like your grandmother can’t wait to see you, Willow,” Peeta takes Willow from me. “Ready to go, Katniss?”

“Yes,” I kiss him.

“Good, Haymitch is growing impatient.” Peeta holds my hand and leads us toward the front door. “And I can’t really blame him.”