Hey everyone (: since the hayffie-fandom had brought me a lot of joy over time, I thought it's time to give something back. So, here's my little story that has been stuck in my head since Mockingjay Part 2 came out. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave any of your thoughts.

First Chapter: Sundays

Life after the war and the rebellion turned out fine. It was unexpected but still good. Life got quieter, but nevertheless exciting sometimes. It was the little things now, which got the blood rushing through the veins faster. There were no life-threatening situations anymore and no one in Panem would want to change that.

Not even Haymitch; even though 10 years ago, he would have considered it ridiculous to see himself taking an afternoon-rest with Effie next to him. She was reading a story to their daughter. Nevertheless, this was happening at the moment and Haymitch couldn't have enjoyed this ordinary situation more. Plotting over how to take down the Capitol wasn't half as fun as it sounded.

Haymitch was lying in bed on his side. His eyes were closed so he could pretend he was sleeping and not listening to Effie's voice reading the Rainbow-fish aloud again. Poppy couldn't get enough of the story; she couldn't get enough of the Rainbow-fish sharing all his shiny scales.

Both of the girls were sitting on the bed. Haymitch's left arm was stretched over his daughter's feet and he let his hand rest on Effie's knee. Effie was holding the book in one hand and the other arm she had wrapped around her daughter. She held her close because she had always been an affectionate person. She enjoyed the cuddling, touching and hugging, especially on a Sunday, which she considered family time. Quality time with her family. Right now they were in the quiet part of the day, which she enjoyed the most. Sunday was her favourite day.

The door to the bedroom opened suddenly and interrupted the peaceful being of the three. Effie let the book fall to her lap and looked to the person in the door. She smirked, "So, you decided you're not too old for some reading with your Mum and sister?"

Daphne rolled her eyes, before she closed the door behind her, "Well, being alone is boring, so… what other choice did I have?"

Effie stretched her arm out so Daphne could sit next to her. She put a kiss on the top of her head. "You could read aloud to us if you want. I mean you could probably use the reading-practice."

"Mum, please.", Daphne sighed because she wouldn't want to combine the two things she didn't like doing.

"Your teacher said it's all about practice. Come on, honey, I read a sentence and then you. We will take turns.", Effie suggested.

Daphne sighed again. She regretted already coming upstairs. She regretted it even more when her sister started giggling, practically laughing at her because Poppy knew how badly the practice-reads in the past had gone.

Effie tried to save the situation and to give Daphne the safe space to practice without any comments from her little sister, who knew nothing yet about the difficulties of reading yet. "You will learn soon enough, my dear!", Effie warned Poppy, who went at the unusual sharp tone of her mother mute right away.

In return Daphne was now smiling at Poppy, "Yes, and then I will remind you about this very incident. So no laughing."

Poppy nodded and snuggled closer to her mother since the book was now in Daphne's hands. She started reading and Effie was encouraging her along to read more. It was getting better and more fluent. They didn't take turns as Effie had suggested, because Daphne was too stubborn to admit any weakness and reread most sentences. Effie helped if any insecurity approached.

Haymitch couldn't have asked for more. He squeezed Effie's knee to let her know he was not asleep. In return, she turned in his direction. She wanted to place a kiss to his forehead in return but couldn't reach him. Instead, she pressed a kiss on Poppy's head while her left hand reached for Haymitch's head to run her fingers through his hair. It brought a smile to both of their faces and Effie pressed another kiss to Poppy's forehead.

"Mum, are you listening?", Daphne asked suddenly. While having a silent conversation with Haymitch, Effie had forgotten about the reading.

"Yes, go along, my dear. You're doing fine.", Effie brought her attention back to the reading and her left hand back to Poppy's shoulder. Sundays were definitely her favourite day. She wouldn't want to change a thing about it.

But change was about to approach her, when loud footsteps were heard in their house and an even louder bang reached her ears when the bedroom-door slammed against the wall. Effie got a fright because of that and held the girls closer. There were no other people in the house, so the person coming in was an unexpected guest.

These unexpected guests were Peeta and Katniss. Their visit was not ordinary, but usually, they would come in more peacefully. Now Katniss and Peeta were panting. Effie observed that Peeta's eyes were red as if he had cried before. Both seemed surprised by the sight of the four in bed reading even though they have seen it before. Several times actually, sometimes on a Sunday picnic and sometimes even Peeta would join them.

Haymitch had set up now too. He was annoyed with the rude behaviour of the two, who interrupted his afternoon-rest. Being annoyed with someone's behaviour was something he had learned from Effie over the years, while stopping the cursing was not one of the things he picked up from Effie, "What is wrong with the two of you for fuck's sake?"

"Haymitch, not in front of the girls!", Effie hissed. She had placed her hands over their ears, but they giggled nevertheless.

Haymitch groaned and brought his attention back to Katniss and Peeta. Katniss was stiff as a statue, not moving and avoiding any eye contact with him. She was staring at Peeta, who was shaking. His voice was too when he spoke, "You haven't seen it?"

"Seen what, boy?", Haymitch sighed, because he didn't know what he was talking about.

Katniss closed her eyes, while Peeta's mouth dropped open. He felt guilty for breaking the news to them, but it had to happen at some point. They all had to face the news sooner or later, "The announcement on TV?"

Haymitch groaned again, "Boy, you are not making any sense. What announcement?"

Peeta looked towards Effie and studied how she was holding the girls still close, protective even. She was right to do so. She brought her eyebrows up and looked questioningly at Peeta, who instead looked down on the floor. He didn't know how to say it, he stumbled at first: "About-…about the-… the games. They're- … They are back."

This Sunday would go down in history.