I'm posting two of the small snippets today since I'll be flying home and unable to post tomorrow. But I'll be back on Wednesday (26/9)!

"Kids are fighting."

"You're going to have to be more specific," Effie said, closing the book on her lap as Haymitch pushed back the covers and got into bed beside her.

"Katniss and Peeta."

"Haymitch, we don't live the most exciting life but I don't think being nosey -"

"Hey, I wasn't. I called to see how the two boys were and got an earful from Peeta."

"About?"

"He's … I dunno. What would you call it? Caught … baby-fever or something."

Effie laughed. "What?"

"He's started bringing up the subject of kids with Katniss."

"Ah …"

"I told him we didn't plan -"

"He isn't pushing Katniss, is he?"

"I dunno, sweetheart. I don't want to get involved. And that means you stay out of it, too."

"I wasn't going to take a side."

"Still, let them work out this out themselves."

"We'd really be the last people to ask for advice anyway."

"We're getting better."

"Yes," said Effie, opening her book, "by leaps and bounds. Tomorrow you might want to try finding the right side of the diaper -"

"That nurse was making me -"

"I told you I wasn't changing all of the diapers."

Haymitch rolled his eyes and pulled the book away from Effie. "Come on," he muttered.

"Come on what?"

"Can't we …"

"Haymitch!"

"What'd the doctor say?"

Effie's face went red - and she couldn't help giggling. "You're really Mr. Romantic aren't you?"

"Well, it's what we usually ended up doin' when we fought at home."

"Are we fighting?"

"Could be."

Effie narrowed her eyes. "All right …" she said. "But if I -"

"Just say the word."