Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow Part 3

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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We ride Haymitch’s car to the train station, since Peeta and I have none. Not because we don’t have enough money to buy one, we have more than we will ever need.

The new Panem government still pays our tribute winning every month with extra half of the annual tribute winning amount as a war hero’s allowance. That, plus Peeta’s income from the bakery, we won’t lack of money even if we buy two cars for each of us.

No, we just don’t really need it. We never go far away after the war ended. The usual places we visit often are the bakery at the town square, the market that located at the exact spot as the hob before and the meadow.

Those places are easily reached by walking and we can always ask Haymitch to ride us when we need to go to some places far enough. Places that we visit occasionally, like the hospital when I delivered Willow and the train station at this very moment.

The old train station that used to be a departure spot for the hunger game’s tributes was destroyed and a new one was built at a new spot that far enough to reach by foot. It’s about twenty-five minutes of drive from our home in victor village.

District twelve grows about three times of its original size up until now. It’s no longer a poor, dirty and forgotten coal mining district. 

People had been plowing the ashes into the earth and had been planting food here when the war ended and since the new Panem government built the drug factories, the population is getting bigger and bigger.

The old high chain-link fence topped with barbed wire loops replaced with a new one. Electrified twenty-four hours every single day to deter the predators that live in the woods but with ten gates that guarded twenty-four hours by the safeguard, spread all over it.

So anyone can enter and exit anytime they please. It’s no longer a place where people starve to death.

With all that improvement, a lot of things changed. Because travel from district to district no longer forbidden a lot of new people from different district come and stay.

That’s why district twelve residents appearance is no longer divided to black haired, olive skin tone with gray eyes for seam and blonde, fair skin tone with blue eyes for merchant anymore.

There is no more seam or townie. Just us, the new generation of district twelve residents.

“Did you bring all stuff that Willow needs?” Haymitch asks, hands on the wheel. “Diapers, blankets, jackets, socks, juice mugs, stroller, and her favorite doll? What else?? Oh yeah… did you buy that… what it calls? Blah… blah… lotion? I don’t want her beautiful skin burns! Its district four, the heat is intolerable!”

“Don’t worry Haymitch; I packed all of it yesterday. I’m sure nothing was forgotten and it called SPF lotion,” Peeta grins. “If you are worried this much why don’t you just come with us? Don’t you think you need some vacation too? You’re going to be a grumpy grandfather for Willow if you stuck in district twelve forever.”

“He already is, Peeta,” I laugh.

“Laugh as much you want, sweetheart. Just makes sure you take care of Willow, don’t you ever let her out of your sight,” Haymitch pouts. “And come back home soon, I read that overheat is not good for toddler.”

“You read, Haymitch??” Peeta asks. “I never know…”

“You don't suppose to know, but yeah I read some books.”

“What kind of book?” I look at his reflection in the mirror above the dashboard.

“Some books,” He avoids my gaze in the mirror. “Well… some baby and toddler books. I just happened to buy some of it in the bookstore near train station when the delivery train was on delay.”

A huge rush of affection for Haymitch dawn on me. Peter moves in his seat and holds his gaze on Haymitch before he looks at me. I can tell that he feels the same thing. Tears start dwelling on my eyes, I blink them repeatedly to avoid any of its falls.

I feel grateful. I have a lot of things that I know I’ll never deserve even if I could live a hundred lifetimes, but I have it anyway. So I’ll never take any of it for granted ever again.

Even with all of his ugly blemishes, Haymitch is a gift. He fulfilled his promise to me, to try and save Peeta. He brought him back to me, even with all the amiss, he did. He protected us with all his might and now he does the same thing for our baby.

How can I ever stop owing people, I have no idea. I’ll just remember and savor every each of it and try with all my might to repay the debts.

“It wasn’t a big deal,” Haymitch moves in his seat, uncomfortable. 

“I just happened to bring more money than I need for the liquors and the books were on sale.”

“It means a lot for us, Haymitch,” Peeta says.

“Hmm…” Haymitch grunts.

We sit in silence for the rest of the ride.