Our son was born, and he is so small. My mom said he probably won't survive. But I survived he games. They said I probably wouldn't survive. I'm giving all my hope, to my baby. I'm so afraid of hurting him.
"Peeta, can you take him downstairs?" I ask.
It's not that I don't love him, it's that Peeta is so gentle, even with his prosthetic leg. I watch my boys. Then I get out of bed.
"Hey! Back in bed!" Peeta playfully barks.
I'm supposed to stay in bed, so reduce the chance of bleeding. I almost lost the baby, and my life. The quell is almost here. Two weeks away. The baby is so small. His little cry calls every anxiety to my brain. I never wanted to bring a child into this world. Now I have to leave, and hope he survives, my little Louis.
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If It Wasn't For The Baby (COMPLETED)
FanficA fanfic of if Katniss really was pregnant in the quell completed
