"Peeta! Hurry the hell up!" I snap as I put Willow's coat on. "Sorry for the language, birdie." I whisper to Willow as I give her a kiss on the forehead.
"It's okay, Mama." I hear her mumble from behind me as I approach Peeta in the kitchen.
"Hormones?" Peeta asks with an eye roll as he pulls me in for a hug.
"Yes.. Sorry.." I reply as I give him a small kiss on the cheek. "And I'm nervous."
"Don't be nervous." Peeta says sweetly. "We know the baby is healthy, considering the morning sickness you have every single morning." He jokes.
"Hey, I'm not the one who wakes up with me just to comfort me." I say with a wry smile. "Don't complain."
Peeta gives me a slight chuckle. "Alright, Willow!" Peeta says as he picks her up. "Are you excited?"
"Yes!" She squeals as she kicks her legs.
Peeta and I have decided to bring Willow along with us to my five month scan today. We're trying to spend as much time as possible with her before the baby is born.
We all pile into our car, Willow strapped into her seat in the back, Peeta driving, and me trying to fit into the front seat. I feel like I've blown up this past month. I'm getting so big again, and I know for a fact that I'm only going to get worse.
The drive to the clinic is quick. I giggle as I listen to Willow babble on about how she is going to take care of her little sibling and how she wants a sister. She told Peeta that he doesn't need to help, because she will help better than him. Let's just say, Peeta and I laughed so hard I'm surprised we didn't choke.
As we walk into the birthing and pregnancy part of the hospital, I get pretty freaked out. District 12 only has one hospital, so both good and bad memories have come out of it.
It has the same scent everywhere. The same scent that I was forced to smell for two long, terrorizing weeks. I find myself holding my breath and closing my eyes, to which Peeta comforts me and assures me everything will be okay. It's awkward when specific nurses recognize me. They all give me a look of pity when they see me. I'm not sure if they remember me as the sixteen year old forced to fight to her death in the hunger games, the eighteen year old who lead a rebellion, or the crazy twenty four year old who spent weeks in the hospital for her mental state.
When my name is called, I finally feel relieved to get out of the waiting room. Peeta, Willow, and I follow a nurse down a small corridor, and we enter a room where everything has already been set up for me.
After a few minute wait, Valeria enters the room.
"Katniss, Peeta! It's so nice to see you two!" She says in her usually bubbly state. When I had Willow, she actually comforted me a bit. She always had a smile plastered on her face, and she's very positive. She reminds me of Delly, Peeta's old friend from school. She has a smaller build, with long blonde hair that falls to the middle of her back. She only looks as if she's in her early thirties.
"And who might this be? Oh, it's been so long let me guess..." She says as she taps her toe.. "W- Willow?"
"Yes, this is Willow." I say with a smile. Willow smiles widely and stands in the back of Peeta as she looks out from behind him. For how outgoing she is, Willow is very shy when it comes to meeting new people.
"She is so beautiful, Katniss!" Valeria states. "It seems like just yesterday you were delivering her."
"It seems like just yesterday Katniss was threatening me that we'd never have another baby." Peeta chimes in with a chuckle.
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Life After Mockingjay
Fanfiction"After everything we've been through, two hunger games, hijacking, a rebellion.. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. Bu...
