Finding the Missing Piece: Book 6

Chapter Forty-Seven

Katniss POV- (A few hours later)

"Katniss? I really need to wake up, dear" Dr. Coles says, shaking my shoulder gently.

I open my heavy eyes, "Is everything okay?" I ask her worriedly. 

"Yes, everything is fine. It's just about 20 minutes until you wanted your guest to come."

"Where's Peeta?" I ask her, looking around and not seeing him anywhere.

"He went to grab a bite to eat. He will be back soon and then we will let everyone come up. I was just going to suggest you feed Rye before that happens."

"Oh, um, okay. When can I eat?" I ask her.

She chuckles, "As soon as you'd like."

"I guess after everyone leaves." I say.

"Well, if you'd like to sit up we can get this going and get you fed and back to bed. You and Rye must be exhausted."

"I am for sure. Has he been sleeping the whole time?" I ask her curiously.

She shakes her head, "He woke up a few times but went right back to sleep in Peeta's arms."

I smile, "He's already spoiling him, huh?"

Dr. Coles chuckles, "He's sure trying." She says, helping me sit up.

I get situated and she quickly changes Rye's diaper and he gets ticked.

"It's okay, little guy. Go to your Mommy." Dr. Coles tells him, handing me his tiny body.

He kicks and cries until he realizes there's a boob there. (idk guys)

Immediately he starts to eat and I cover us up and Doctor Coles takes a seat.

"How's your pain doing?"

"I feel okay. Just sore still."

She nods, "You'll feel it for a few days at least."

I nod my head and look down at my handsome little boy.

His big gray eyes are open wide and he is staring at me.

I smile softly, "Hi, baby." I whisper.

He blinks his eyes and then goes right back to staring at me.

I laugh a little, "I love you so much." I say truthfully, running my finger across his soft, warm cheek.

"You're such a wonderful mother, Katniss. I just wanted you to know how proud I am of you and Peeta." Dr. Coles speaks up suddenly.

I bring my head up, not really knowing what to say.

"Thank you. We really appreciate every thing you've ever done for us." I tell her truthfully.

She smiles, "It's my job."

"Is it your job to still be here, hours and hours after you deliver a baby?" I ask her, knowing that it's not.

Her job is over.

Why is she still here?

"No, but I want to be here to make sure you're both being taken care of." She says with a sigh.

I give her a wondering look.

"You remind me of my daughter so much I can hardly take it. That's why I always want to be here for you because I wasn't there for her when she needed me in her pregnancy."

I frown, "What happened?" I ask her curiously.

"This is my job but you know as a mother yourself that your kids come first and anything else is second. My daughter had just broken up with her boyfriend and moved back home. She found out she was pregnant. Of course I took care of her but I also had a long list of other ladies to care for away from home. Two hours before my daughter went into labor I got a call that one of my patients and her husband had been into a car accident. The husband passed away and the wife and the baby were in critical condition. I rushed up to the hospital to see what I could do and the baby was on the verge of dying. My daughter was home alone and had to drive herself to the hospital. She went into a room a few down from the one I was in and gave birth to my grandson all alone and without me as her doctor."