I do, I need you. #wattys2016

Leaving the Hospital.

A/N- listen to death metal and writing does something crazy to a person.

*One week later*

Katniss's POV;

I stand from my bed, starting to make my routine walk around the halls. My midwife told me it would be best if I started to walk and loosen my body. The first couple days were torture, but when I returned to my room and saw my fiancée and beautiful baby boy it was all worth it. My bare feet make soft padding noises as they treed down the cold tiled hallway. Nurses walk beside me and nod in my direction,  I see a familiar mop of blonde hair dart away from my and I smile and I quicken my pace to follow. His long shaggy hair darts around and twirls as he changes direction. "Haymitch!" I call.

The hair continues to go. "Haymitch, I'm over here." I call again breaking into a quick jog after him. I watch the hair dart into a left hallway and I go that way. The closest door to me slams and I pull on the knob trying to open it. "Haymitch, it's me Katniss." I say trough the door. "Let me in." The doorknob stays taught and I shrug and walk away.

Why would he run from me?  I shrug and begin my walk back to the room. Almost as quick as I turn around someone is tapping me on the shoulder. "Oh Haymitch." I sigh turning around.

A camera is shoved in my face and the flash hurts my eyes. "What the-?" I ask stumbling backwards into a wall. After blinking a few times my eyes can finally see Delly. "What are you doing here?" I gasp pushing away from her and starting down the hallway.

"Wait!" She calls.

"Why should I?" I ask giving in and stopping in front of her.

"I want to be friends." She smiles a crooked smile before crossing her arms.

"Why? So you can get closer to Peeta? What's with the camera?"

"So many questions." She grins. "The camera is for personal reasons, and your right. I do want to be closer to him, your toxic. Pure and utter waste who needs to get away from him."

I let a strangled laugh out. "Your crazy Delly Carthwright." I shake my head.

"Your not listening!" She shouts after me.

"No! Your not listening!" I scream finally getting fed up. I shove her against the wall and my fingers find her throat, they don't squeeze just stay there. "You let me, and my god damned family alone or I swear to god I'll have you arrested. And you know I can do it." I threat. "Okay?" I ask my face inches from her's.

"Never." She grins. I dig my fingers into her neck slightly before releasing her. Even in my post birth conditions, I still manage to hold my own.

I hurry back to my room. Peeta is siting with Rye on the bed. He doesn't hear me come in so I stand in the doorway and watch him.

"Oh come on Rye, I may not be your mother but I'm not that bad of singer." He says to the newborn. "Are you are you, coming to the tree, where I told you to-" He starts crying again and Peeta sighs. "Maybe your right." I let out a soft chuckle and he looks up at me. "Oh your back, good. He won't sleep."

"Here." I smile striding towards them. I take my son and bounce him in my arms in front of the window. "Deep in the meadow, under a willow, a bed of grass, a soft green pillow, lay down your head and close your eyes, and when you wake, the sun will rise." He's asleep by now, I turn and place him in his crib and crawl into bed with Peeta.

"See." He says. "I can't do that."

"You've just got to try." I giggle.

"Why don't you sing more?" He asks.

I don't want to tell him it's because I haven't been happy enough to sing. But it's the truth, how could I sing when my sister is dead? How can I sing when I know that thousands are dead because of me? But instead I telling him all that, I reply sweetly. "I guess I was just embarrassed to." I shrug.

"You sang on national television when I was captured. I saw it." Her eyes obviously show she's shocked but I shrug.

"I didn't think you'd see that, it was just a shot in the dark."

"I did." I smile taking her face in my hands and kiss her slowly. She sighs into my lips and I smile pulling away. "Let's wait to make that second kid till we're home okay?" I tease.

"It's all your fault." She grins.

"Mine? How!" I laugh.

"I'm stuck on you like glue." She shrugs.

"Like glue huh?" I laugh.

"Your irresistible." She tells me.

"Irresistible." I repeat. "Never has anyone told me that."

"Well they must be blind." She replies almost instantly.

"Ah, Katniss." I sigh. "I love you."

"I love you too."

I snuggle into his chest thinking about whether or not I should tell him about the Delly situation. I'll tell him once we get home.

**

My midwife comes in with a smile and a package of papers. "Ready to go home?" She asks and we nod.

"Yes."

"Alright, fill these out and we'll get you squared away." I nod and hand them to Peeta as she checks over the baby. When she's satisfied she leaves us to ourselves and we fill out the papers. Once we're done Peeta stands to give them to Dr. Anderson and the door cracks just enough for a hand to be seen. A camera flash startles me again and I stand slamming it shut as locking it.

Tears sprint into my eyes as I hold Rye close to my chest on the bed. I rock us both and my breaths become quick and shallow. She is insane, she's a stalker. I have to tell Peeta now, as soon as he gets back. The doorknob jiggling makes me shriek. "W-Who is it!" I call.

"It's me Katniss." Peeta calls. I rush and open the door locking it behind him. "What happened?" He asks as I lay Rye down.

"I-It's Delly. She stopped me in the hallway and told me she's trying to be friends with me to get close to you. T-then she shoved a camera right I-In my face and took a picture of me. As soon as you left again she did it, she's insane Peeta!" I sob into his chest. "I'm terrified for Rye." I continue to cry.

"It'll be okay, we'll just talk to Haymitch."  I nod and he kisses me softly. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Once I'm calmed down, he collects our things and we get in Haymitch's waiting car. Peeta sits in the front seat and me in the back next to the baby. "We have to tell you something."

"What?" Haymitch looks to Peeta.

"It's Delly Carthwright, she's been harassing Katniss. Taking pictures and threatening her. What do we do?" He asks. I reach my hand up and rub the back of his neck soothingly.

"I'll file a restraining order." He suggests. "I don't know how it'll work but you'll have to wait and see."

"I just don't want to have to live in fear anymore." I sigh and Peeta grabs my hand that was on his neck.

"We have a guest room, and as long as jr's not too loud you can use it."

"Okay." I nod. We pull into our shared driveway I sit for a seconds. I get out and quickly collect our things and hurry into the house. I hurry upstairs to the hallway and I open the door.

The sight sends me straight to my knees with Peeta right in tow.