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Harper could sense the hesitation in Amanda’s demeanor, and she paid her respect by listening carefully and nodding in acknowledgement with a solemn expression. "I was born in District one. Then I was—….Well, now I’m here."
One! When I was younger, I had hoped to get stationed in One rather than Three.. Did the war bring you here?
"Have you been here for a long time?"
Not as long as others.... She hesitated to tell her the rest. However, thinking about Atticus and how she hasn't even told him she was born in 13 yet, made her hesitation go away. She wasn't going to keep it secret any longer. I.. was born her, but then I got stationed in Three. And now I'm back here.
"You did?"
"It’s actually one of my favorites, so… You’ve good taste. Not that I’m— I’m not saying that I’m the judge of good books. It’s not like that; I just like to read. I read a lot.”
I did. I had a lot of time when I was there. She chuckles. I know what you're saying, dear. You look like a good judge, though. Better than me, at least.
"Yes, that’s it. Thank you. For holding onto it."
Oh, you're welcome. It's a good book, that one is. Read it myself when I was still in Three.
"Excuse me…? Sorry— I don’t mean to bother you, it’s just…. m-my book. I dropped my book and I don’t know w— I’m not sure if— where I…"
"…Have you seen a book on the ground?"
You know what? I actually did. She fishes around her satchel, moving things around. This yours?
I’ll teach him the ways of my smile then so long as you teach him the rest. Like math.
Oh, you can be damn sure I'll teach him math. ..And a little more.
He’ll just be very loved by all of us.
Yeah, well, hopefully he’ll get your smile and brain and eyes. All the good stuff.
No, no. He needs your smile. ..The rest can be mine, sure.
I suppose but he’s going to think he has two dads if Alaric is always around.
Oh god, poor kid.
No harm in that. The more the merrier.
She snickers. Yeah, pooor kid.
Hold him? [Katniss hesitates, trying to find the right words to express the unexpressable. Oh, she would love to hold him, he was beautiful, he was innocent, he was everything that made it worth living in the world. But that was exactly why she felt like she shouldn’t. She didn’t want to taint him.] I’m - he’s - I don’t -
… Are you sure?
Yeah! C'mon, everyone needs to hold a baby every now and then. She offers her son to her, nodding in approval. She knew the girl probably needed it, and babies could to wonders to one's mood.
When did you have him?
On the eighth. Would you like to hold him, Katniss?
Oh, that’ll go down well. Can’t we write down that Alaric is the mother?
Not at all, he’s got your eyes and lips.
I'm the mother, thank you very much. Can't have two mothers.
Mmhm. And your ears.
I know you won’t hurt me, so I’m going to be brave and call you a liar.
He held his arms open, making sure to support Christoph’s head. He’s just… perfect.
I dunno, I mean. I could just tell him that Alaric's his father. .....Kind of.
Just like his father.
Lies. Slanderous lies.
I would love to. We won’t wake him, will we?”
Better watch yourself calling a momma bear a liar.
No, he's out like a light. She hands him over, carefully placing him in Atticus' arms.
I’ve always been a good guesser. I know, it may have already happened four times…
It’s still incredible.
You're a terrible guesser, Atticus.
Would you like to hold your son?
I guessed?
Mmmhm. Well, so far you're right. God, just look at him. Incredible.
Our child.
To be fair, I’m just grateful you still love me after all that.
Who said I still loved you?