Katniss P.O.V.

"How did it go with the baby last night?" Peeta asks me as I sit down in the chair beside of his hospital bed, which we're hoping he gets to get out of for good today or tomorrow.

"I think he did alright," I say. "But it was definitely different."

"Where is he now?"

"Prim's watching him," I reply. "He didn't exactly want to go to sleep last night, so we both stayed up pretty late keeping each other company. He's sleeping right now to make up for it."

"Which is what you should be doing, Katniss," Peeta tells me. "I know you want to take care of Wyatt, but you have to take care of yourself and our baby too."

"I know," I say. "But I had to come see you for a while. I'll take a nap later."

Peeta nods his head. "Alright."

"Hopefully you'll be there to help me in a couple days." Peeta smiles widely at me.

"Hopefully," he says. "I'm so tired of this hospital."

"Well, I have to say that the rooms we have to stay in aren't much better," I tell him.

We're both quiet for a few minutes before I decide to speak up again.

"So you think we're having a baby girl?" I ask Peeta curiously.

He smiles widely and nods his head at me. "I really do," Peeta says.

"We need to pick out a boy's name just in case," I tell him. Peeta gives me a look.

"We already have a girl's name picked out?"

"Yeah," I say as I nod my head at Peeta. "It was…"

"Don't tell me," Peeta says as he shakes his head quickly. "I want to remember on my own if I can."

"Okay," I say understandingly. "That's fine." The baby kicks really hard, and I flinch a little bit as my hand goes to my stomach. "Settle down in there."

"Is someone restless?" Peeta asks as he lays a hand on my stomach.

I laugh and nod my head at him. "Very much so."

I close my eyes and revel in this familiar feeling. Peeta spreads his hand so it spreads over my big belly, and the baby rewards him with his or her biggest kick yet.

"Ouch. Hey!" I laugh as I open my eyes again to look over at Peeta.

"Sorry," he says. "Did that hurt you any?"

"No," I say as I shake my head a little bit. "It just surprised me."

"But you're okay though?"

"I'm fine, Peeta," I laugh.

Peeta looks at me and takes a deep breath. "You'd better go lay down now, Katniss, because you look really tired."

I roll my eyes. "That's what every wife wants to hear from her husband."

Peeta laughs. "I didn't mean that in a bad way. I'm just making sure that you're taking care of yourself and the baby."

"I am," I say as I push myself up out of the chair. "But I get the hint."

I lean over to give Peeta a kiss, and he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I'll try to come visit you again after I take a nap."

"After you take a nap and after you eat," Peeta tells me.

I laugh and nod my head at him. "Hint taken."

"I love you, Katniss."

"I love you too, Peeta."
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I wake up to the disorienting sound of a baby crying. It takes me a second to figure out where the sound is coming from, but it's all clear when I roll over onto my side and see Wyatt laying beside of me.

"Shh. What's the matter?" I carefully sit up and pull him up into my lap. I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing, but I guess this is good practice for me.

"Um… Are you hungry? Do you want to try to eat some food?"

He just looks up at me with teary, honey colored eyes.

"Okay. Let's see if we can find you something to eat." I take a deep breath and push myself up to my swollen feet.

I go to the end of the bed and look through the bag of Wyatt's things that Mom sent to me yesterday. I find a jar of baby food and go back over to Wyatt.

"Here," I say as I hold a spoon out. He turns his head and pushes my hand away.

I take a deep breath and shake my head.

"I hope I don't have to do this by myself too much longer," I mutter to myself.

"Well, then it's a good thing that I'm here now."

I drop everything and turn to face Peeta who's standing in the doorway, and leaning tiredly to the side on his cane. I rush over to him and wrap my arms around his neck.

"They let you go?" I ask, my voice being muffled by Peeta's shoulder as I cling to him.

"Yeah," Peeta says as his arm tightens around me. "I was going to wait until you got back, but I decide that I wanted to surprise you instead."

"Well, you've definitely surprised me," I tell him. Peeta looks over my shoulder and frowns a little.

"Someone's unhappy."

"Yeah," I sigh. "I was trying to feed him but it isn't going too well."

"You want me to try?" Peeta asks me.

"Yes, please," I say. "People like you better than they do me, especially kids."

Peeta chuckles and slowly shakes his head at me. "You try too hard, Katniss."

"How hard can it be to make friends with an eighth month old baby?"

He smiles at me. "Not as hard as you think it is."

"Yes it is," I say as I hand the jar of baby food to Peeta. He goes over and sits down on the bed before motioning for me to join him.

"Okay," Peeta says as I sit down with him. "First of all, you have got to relax a little bit. Babies can smell fear."

I laugh at him and shake my head. "Okay. I'll try my best to remember that part." Peeta smiles at me and then turns back around to face Wyatt, who is staring at us and patiently waiting for his food. Peeta starts talking softly, and Wyatt immediately opens his mouth to eat.

"Was that good?" Peeta asks. Wyatt makes a satisfied sound, and I laugh a little.

"See? Why does this have to come so naturally to you?" I ask Peeta as I lay a hand on my stomach.

"Here," Peeta says as he hands me the spoon.

"Peeta, I…"

"Here," he repeats. I take a deep breath and take the spoon from Peeta before putting it up near Wyatt's mouth.

"Come on," I say, trying to use the same soft and calming tone that Peeta did. "You've got to eat."

Wyatt looks back over at Peeta and giggles.

"He likes you better," I say to Peeta. "You feed him."

"Alright," Peeta says as he once again takes over. I fold my hands on top of Peeta's shoulder and lay my head over onto my hands.

In this moment, it's like I can forget about everything going on around us. It's just us in this seemingly perfect moment. Everything feels right.

Until I'm reminded otherwise.

The spoon that Peeta was holding suddenly falls out of his hand and onto the blanket covering the bed. He starts breathing heavily, and his fists clench up as his eyes close tightly. I move closer to Peeta without moving my head from his shoulder.

"Peeta?" He doesn't answer me. "Peeta? Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he breathes out. "I think I'm fine now."

"What happened?"

"I don't know," Peeta says as he shakes his head at me. "But don't worry about it. I'm okay now, Katniss. I promise."

I give him my best smile and simply nod my head. Even though I know that he is lying to me.
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I'm sorry if there's any random capitalized words in the middle of a sentence. If you all ever see any, please let me know. The app I use to type my stories up on does not have italics so I always capitalize those words and then italicize them when I copy and paste to Wattpad and if I'm in a hurry I might not always pay attention to the words that I have capitalized.