*4 months later*
I was showing, a lot. I was wearing maternity clothes an I could no longer help them down stairs, but I still go down their and sit down. Everytine they whipped Peeta I would start to get up Peeta would say "no Katniss sit down. I'm fine." Sometimes Gale would chime in with some remark making fun of the "Mellarks" as he calls us.
Peeta is my hero. He is so sweet. He is being brave for me and I know it. If it weren't for him I might be insane right now. Or dead. And I wouldn't be having this baby. Also I would be with Gale and I just don't like that.
Sometimes I will laugh at my self because it will surprise me when the baby kicks. Coin will look at me like I'm crazy. "What? Don't you laugh at yourself?" I would say in a joking tone.
"I don't care that your pregnant I will still whip you!" She would spit back at me. Today Peeta heard this and came rushing over to me and I got up and hugged him. He would give Coin the devil eye eve if it was going to get him another whipping.
"5 more minutes honey." Peeta said to me as he kissed me on the forehead.
"Can I stay over there with you for the last 5 minutes please?" I was begging him.
"Yes, but if you need to sit down then you go to your chair and sit down. Okay?" He said to me with Coin glaring at our every move.
"Okay." With that I grabbed his hand and walked over there with him.
That's when my water broke. Water was spilling all over the florr and all I could get out was "Peeta."
He turned around and said "your water broke...." We were both stunned and didn't know what to do.
Gale had know turned around his mouth gapping open. "Take her upstairs Peeta. You are down for the night." Gale said still shocked.
"Okay." Was all Peeta said when her picked me up am carried me to the elevator. He was walking rather fast.
When we got upstairs Peeta toke me into my moms doctor room and laid me down in the bed. After he gently set me down he went and got my mom.
When, they got back to the room Peeta held my hand. My mom said "it'll take a few hours before the baby is ready to come out.
"Ready?" My mom asked.
"Yes!" I screamed in pain.
"Push!" She said.
After awhile of pushing, screaming, and squeezing Peeta's hand, the baby was out. She is a beautiful girl.
"What's her name?" Mother asked.
"I don't know. Peeta what do you think?" I asked.
After a couple minutes of silence he answered "she looks like your sister. What if we call her Amelia Primrose."
"It's beautiful." I replied.