Rating: T, for language. It’s always the language with me. Thanks to @thegirlfromoverthepond for the extra eyeballs and encouragement.
“We’re so happy you came over tonight, Auntie Katniss. Aren’t we?” I cringe at the baby talk falling out of my best friend’s face, but since he’s bouncing his nine-month-old nephew in his arms I guess I’ll have to tolerate it. For now.
We’re babysitting little Emmett tonight. It’s the first time Peeta’s brother and sister-in-law have gone out since the birth, and the first time Peeta’s ever taken care of a baby. I’m here as moral support.
“Yeah, yeah,” I groan. “Just don’t expect me to change any diapers.”