(Glimmer Mason-Shinesmith)

"In the arena, it's a boy, but in Glimmer, it's a girl," Caesar joked. I had transmitted the medical report to the Capitol gossip team, coincidentally around the same time that year's Games ended. Whatever else was going on, I could barely contain the excitement that I was getting the baby girl I always wanted.

"'Heather'. A beautiful flower, and my beautiful woman is giving us a beautiful girl," Johanna suggested, and with the name or the reasoning I could not argue.

I pulled out an old picture. It was taken in the Shinesmith house back in District One, a toddler sitting in a rocking chair with a newborn. I loved Lustre as quickly as she was brought home from the hospital, as rapidly as I came to love Johanna in a very different manner. My adoration for lil' shiny made me want a daughter of my own some day once I knew how that worked, and now that was happening. I flipped the picture over to read a caption in Mother's elegant handwriting. "60.08.26 - My two little girls. 'Wow, is not doll, is real baby!'."

I really had said that last part, I think. That was one of the first things I remember about anything. Well, once Heather was born, I'd jam my ass into that same little chair as I held another newborn, my own this time. My beautiful ass, as Johanna would be glad to remind me.

I found the chair amongst the things we had brought from District One. It took actually seeing it again to realize I wouldn't fit into it, even at post-baby weight, let alone right after the birth. I wouldn't even be able to sit on the edge of it.

Then I remembered I lived in the lumber district now, and could easily find someone to make a scaled-up version of it. I previously hadn't thought much about the chair itself, instead focusing on the memories created while in it. Now I focused on the furniture.

The wood and staining was neither particularly light nor particularly dark, but all the same kind. The backposts were cylinders slightly over half a meter high, not quite a quarter meter apart, connected by two flat slightly curved backboards. Towards the bottom, there were two squares of more wood cylinders making up the rest of the frame. Dowels, I reminded myself. That was a word you learned quickly enough around here. The seat was seven wood planks each nailed down in two places, fanned out such that the seat was slightly wider with slightly bigger gaps towards the front. The armrests were curved but not wavy. The rockers didn't have that much of a curve.

It was hard to believe the newborn I held in that chair was now 14. Apparently James Mason's dick was also hard. He still thought Lustre was pretty, and lil' shiny thought he was rather handsome himself. At 14 you got to fuck people your own age, and James had turned 14 a bit less than 11 months ago. Our parents figured it was a good thing they were getting along so well instead of hating each other. Or at least they resigned themselves to that in the name of thinking positively.

"It isn't supposed to hurt and it isn't supposed to bleed," I told my not so little anymore sister. "At least not usually. If it does, that probably means you haven't been turned on enough and they aren't being gentle enough." No wonder that myth was so popular; a lot of guys were no good at fucking.

It was easier to talk about stuff like this with your cool big sister instead of your mother, I suppose. It was also relatively simple to talk to your cool big sister-in-law. "Rub one out first to take the edge off so you don't go too fast with her."

"Don't play with her heart, she only has one," Hanna warned her younger brother. He wasn't so little anymore either, especially with Lustre on his mind. "Play with her breasts, she has two of those," my ribald lover added. Considering the magic Hanna could work on my nipples, she knew what she was talking about.

As expected, Lustre soon told me how it had gone with James. Apparently he had sucked on her budding breasts a little too hard, and shot his load nearly as soon as he shoved into her. As awkwardly as it went for them, Lustre was still smiling. He clearly wanted to please her, however inexperienced he was with actually doing so.

Johanna said I was at least as sexy while pregnant. She didn't need to prove anything to me, but I was nevertheless glad to let her demonstrate this. By this point, I generally didn't make such a show of stripping for her. Nevertheless, one evening when I undressed simply, her eyes went to my belly instead of my boobs. She couldn't see my cunt from this angle anyway.

"Adorable little girl inside beautiful woman," she cooed while pressing her ear to my flesh. I'm sure Heather was going to be a cute baby, but she wasn't so adorable when she kicked. Hanna felt that movement too. "Don't hurt Mommy," she scolded. We'd already decided that I was going to be called Mommy and she was going to be called Mama.

We almost didn't feel the need to fuck. Almost. She did make a ritual out of removing her clothes, her hands lingering over the especially sexy parts of her body as she removed clothes from them. She should understand "don't tease horny Glimmers" by now, I thought. Or she understood it perfectly well. I got off with my own hand as my eyes devoured her. She seemed to find the sight of me just as glorious. I of all people had the pleasure of being very familiar with Johanna's pleasure face.

Eventually my new rocking chair was delivered. Structurally, it had worked to basically just double the dimensions of the old one. It looked beautiful, and smelled good too. Johanna agreed there was nothing quite like the aroma of fresh lumber and stain. "Though I'd still rather have my nose in your pussy," she whispered.

Lustre was the first to sit in it. I wouldn't use it until I had my daughter in my arms instead of my womb. Johanna was next. They were both very thin women. If the chair had fallen apart at that point, we would have been rather concerned.

I was still confident I'd like being a mother, but the process of becoming one I was liking less and less. My own mother and my mother-in-law very much understood. Their presence along with that of my beloved wife and co-mother certainly helped comfort me during the birth.

I finally had my daughter! She had my vibrant green eyes, though we couldn't yet see whose hair she'd have. It was a good sign that we all liked holding her, and she liked being held by all of us.

District Seven did not have a hospital, like most of the non-Career districts I suppose. So the doctors had come to our home. It was just as well. We didn't have to worry about bringing the newborn home – we were already there. This late December weather didn't seem healthy for grown people to be exposed to, let alone infants. Johanna said some lumberjacks were toughing it out, especially with Capitol yearly quotas looming.

Once I regained my footing, I carried Heather to The Chair, which we'd put in the nursery along with other things for baby. "Wow, is not doll, is real baby," I couldn't resist saying.