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Hayffie post-war. Hayffie post-I love you. But will they get their happily ever after? A mini multi-chap for those of you who can't get enough of the steamy roller-coaster that is hayffie! 🔥
Author's note: I was so unsure if I should start this project when I already have like 12, but your response to first the sneak peek here on Tumblr, and then chapter 1 was absolutely lovely!
So, without further ado, here’s chapter 2! It’s got VIRGIN HAYMITCH in it. 😉
The whistling of the coffee pot filled the kitchen and Haymitch quickly lifted it from the stove. Carrying it over to the breakfast table he set it on the trivet, surrounded by a sea of pink squares of Tickle Me condoms that Effie fucking loved.
It’s not really stealing, he argued with himself. Not technically. They belonged to Katniss and Peeta – he ran over to their house while Effie showered – but they weren’t home so who could he ask permission? He just grabbed a handful and made a mental note to replace them later.
The package they came from was Effie’s anyway. Initially, at least. She certainly was preachy when it came to protection next door. Always made sure there were rubbers available in every room. He wondered what the girl would say had she known her former escort didn’t even walk the talk. Not always.
Then again: it made perfect sense, didn’t it? Effie was in her 40s now. Perimenopause. Katniss was not. Peeta was a healthy, virile young man, while Haymitch shot blanks.
True, he hadn’t gone to see a doctor yet. To have it confirmed. Partly because he didn’t want anyone but Effie poking around downstairs, but most of all – what’s the point?
If there’d ever been a time when he could father any children, those days were behind him. He was sober now, sure, but all those years of heavy drinking had definitely taken its toll.
If he had the ability to put a baby in Effie’s belly, he would’ve done so by now. Shit. He’d lost count on how many times he and Effie had been raw-dogging, post-war. So why waste time and money to confirm something he already knew?