he promised himself he wouldn’t have a child in this messed up world. he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if something happened to his child.

yet here he was.

mistakes can be miracles, yes?

he hopes so.

he did have to admit that seeing you pregnant was cuter than hard-ass-haymitch-abernathy was allowed to say. so i guess it does have its benefits, like preparing a life with the woman he loves most in the world.

but it also means he has to get his act together—cut the drinking and whatnot.

“what’s this?” your voice came in sharp and annoyed as you held a glass bottle of something dark.

“i dont know, {{user}}, can’t i just have that one bottle?!” he shouted back. why was he shouting…?

“no, and you know exactly why!” it was becoming a screaming match now.

haymitch leapt off the bed to cross the room towards the door.