[She lifts her head up at the unexpected voice, a wrapped bundle held tightly to her chest. The homemade cradle sits empty and abandoned next to the chair. Neither she nor Peeta have been able to let go of the baby girl for long yet. The bow and arrow rest beside the chair. For those familiar with the former Mockingjay, the silent threat is clear. Try something and she'll make certain that you'll pay.
But a small grin teases her lips instead. She never thought that she'd live to see this day. Ever even have this day. And as much as Haymitch still gets on her nerves, he's a part of this. She'd never be here if not for him.]
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But a small grin teases her lips instead. She never thought that she'd live to see this day. Ever even have this day. And as much as Haymitch still gets on her nerves, he's a part of this. She'd never be here if not for him.]
Peeta thinks I'm watchdog enough.