Katniss' P.O.V

I wake up during some part of the night to the beautiful sound of my daughter crying. I smile at the sight of her. Her face is red because of the screaming.

"Are you hungry, baby?" I ask her softly, picking her up and kissing her little forehead. I remove my top and carefully get her situated. It feels strange but in a good way.

I gently stroke her cheek as she sucks hungrily. I look down at her for a long time, admiring the little miracle in my arms. She is perfect. A piece of me, and a piece of Peeta. And suddenly, I feel a sense of longing in my chest. A longing for Peeta. For him to be here with me, for him to be able to witness the first days of our child. Of our beautiful creation.

I lean my head back against the headboard, feeling completely exhausted. She finishes soon after, so I lay her back down and dress again. I lay down beside her, holding her close to me, and just as I am about to drift off to sleep, a thought occurs to me. Immediately, I am wide awake. I haven't even named her yet. I think. As much as I would like to do this with Peeta, I have to give her a name. I don't even know how long it will take him to come around again. If he ever will, that is.

I push those depressing thoughts away as I go through a list of names in my head, but I can't come up with anything that will fit her. I think about it for a while before deciding to give up. I put it off for the morning, thinking of maybe doing it with Prim if she comes back. Even though I am excited to name her, I know that I need to rest before she wakes up again, needing to be fed.

I can tell that the first few weeks are going to be tough for me, but I know that I will make it through it. And my baby girl just gives me more hope and strength. I look at her one last time before wrapping my arm around her protectively and falling asleep, warming her little body with my own.

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Prim's P.O.V

I am making my way back to district 12 when the wind picks up. I don't let it bother me and continue, but come to a halt when it doesn't slow down for a while. If there is a storm coming, I better head faster. I sneak around the fence when I reach it. Thankfully, the storm which is sure to hit today hasn't started yet. But I feel guilty for leaving Katniss alone when she is so close to giving birth.

I shiver, feeling the temperature drop and try to remain low while making it to the other side of the fence. The howl of the wind doesn't allow me to reassure myself by checking for any noise coming from the fence that determines if it is charged or not. But I decided to take my chances and crawl underneath it and reach the other side.

I fasten my pace and reach back home in no time. Going anywhere else is out of the question. I sigh, plopping down on the couch and just sit there, gathering my thoughts. Katniss took the news of losing Peeta a lot better than I thought. When I told her about it, I was sure that she would hate me for it, but she didn't. She even sang for me, after so long, I can't remember the last time she did that.

The wind keeps picking up and before I know it, we are in the midst of a blizzard. I hear thunder crackling and blocks of ice raining down and hitting the windows. As time passes, I grow more and more worried about how Katniss might be doing. Labor is often unpredictable, but what are the odds that she will go into labor this very night? That is my last thought before I drift off to sleep.

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The next morning I rise along with the dawn. My sleep, while restless, had been inconsistent with nightmares. I rub my eyes groggily, trying to get the sleep out of them. It's still pretty early, but I have to get supplies for Katniss and head back to her to the cabin.

Once my eyes are within the constraint of focusing, I look out the window, yawning, and realize that the storm has died down completely, leaving behind layers upon layers of snow.

I get up and realize that I am cold and shivering. Sleepily, I head back to my room to get changed into a fresh pair of clothes. After freshening up, I decide to leave, but just as I am at the doorstep and about to step outside, I turn back and hurriedly grab a scarf hung on the handle of the door. I tie it around my neck and head out to the Hob after making sure that I have locked the door.

On my way, I make a mental list of the things that I am going to buy from the Hob: Diapers, blankets, another packet of tissues, baby bottles, a pacifier, some cloth for when Katniss goes into labor, Katniss's favorite mint, soap, and wipes.

I arrive at my destination in little to no time and make my purchases. The lady at the counter looks quite old, with frizzed up grey hair, wrinkled skin, and I notice her frail hands shaking as she hands the bag of supplies to me, but what stands out about her is the hideous scar under her beautiful Seam-grey eyes. Eyes that clearly hold back years of pain, despite that she gives me a small smile which warms me up from inside, but along with that comes the sinking feeling inside my stomach as it dawns on me how low I am getting on my money. That is the only thing I can think of as I go to the Cabin, a heavy bag in hand, and still trying to be as sneaky as I can.

I eventually push those thoughts to the back of my head, choosing to deal with them later. I have enough things to worry about at the moment. My constant concern being Peeta. It's been months, but he is still the same as he was when he came back from the Capitol— every memory of Katniss wiped, still living his problematic life with Madge.

As if materialized from my thoughts, Peeta emerges out of nowhere, taking me by surprise. He shouldn't be out here so early, Madge controls his entire schedule.

"Prim," He begins, "What are you doing here this early?"

"Oh, uh....nothing, I had to get some things from the Hob. What are you doing?"

"I saw you heading here, and I wanted to ask something." He says without looking at me.

"What is it?" I ask.

He shrugs, "I've been having weird dreams filled with vague images, cries of help, but one thing, in particular, is what's bothering me." I raise my eyebrows at him, gesturing him to continue. "A woman." He declares, his tone edgy, "a familiar face, but I don't know where I have seen her, and the memory is too distorted. I can't figure out what she looked like, but it was a woman."

His words cut through me like a knife, even after all this time, when he mentions him not remembering Katniss, it hurts me. "I didn't know who else I could say this too. You were the only option, besides Ava of course. But she isn't within reach. Too far away....not there...." He falters, his voice lowering, appearing emotionally distant. This is yet another side-effect of them altering his brain.

It's true, I am one of the few people he can talk to. Ever since I found out what happened to him, I tried to help him in every way I could. I don't know what to say to him after what he just confessed. But, he is looking at me expectantly, waiting for an opinion.

"Since how long have you been having these dreams?" I inquire.

"A long time," He replies.

"Oh," That is all I manage to say. Then suddenly, my heart starts racing when a realization hits me. It's something that has been at the back of my mind since forever. Bringing back Peeta and Katniss. I look at Peeta, who seems confused at my abrupt change in demeanor and I offer him a smile, which perplexes him even more.

"I'll take you to the woods, come on," I say, grabbing his hand. He jerks back, surprised, and gives me a questioning look, "Why?" He objects.

"I want to show you something, it's important."

"Okay... you don't have a knife or anything in that bag, right?" He asks, partly joking.

I smile. "No. I just.. You need to see this. So come on." I say.

I offer my hand. He looks at it like he's never seen one before, even though he has two. He takes it, and into the woods, we go. To show him the one thing I know will bring him back.

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