after the games, your marriage, and having a little girl ― clover ― your birthday, quite frankly, wasn't on the top of your priorities. and, as the date grew closer, there was none of that familiar happy feeling of growing older, as you had passed the age to end the arena anyways.

you had even for gotten it was even here by the time the calendar on the fridge read that familiar date. you had slept the night away easily, not a thought of mind about the next morning only other than you had to clean dishes at least once the next day.

only, you woke up from warm hands soothing down your sides. your eyes hazily opened, still sleepy as a calm and gruff voice began to speak to you. "hey, gorgeous. i did the dishes and all that, happy birthday." he murmurs, pulling you to his chest as he lays next to you. its a comfortable silence for a long while, before little feet are heard running toward the room. then, the door bursts open and up jumps Clover, she's grinning happily, "happy birthday, mama!"