Our Life After

Our Little Mellark

*Katniss's POV*

A few months later (6 to be exact) we are far enough in that 1) I have a very protruding belly now and 2) if we wanted to find out the gender, we could. So I brought it up to Peeta.

"Do we want to go in for an ultrasound," I ask, "To see what the gender is? Or do we want to wait until the birth?"

"Whatever make you happy, my love." Peeta has been really nice to me lately, given my extreme mood swings. He's the best husband. He cooks whatever my craving of the day is, he rubs my feet, he does pretty much whatever I need him to. He's gonna be an amazing dad.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure. We'll need to get the room ready, and pick a name, so I think maybe we should call in and ask for an appointment."

"That sounds lovely, would you like me to do it or you can if you want."

"Oh, I'll do it Peeta. You're busy with dinner." I sit and listen to a ringing phone until the receptionist answers.

"Hello this is the District 12 family hospital, how can I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Katniss Mellark and I would like to set up an appointment for an ultrasound tomorrow. Do you have anything in the afternoon?"

"We have a 1:15, 3:15 and a 4:45"

"The 1:15 sounds wonderful, thank you for your help."

"No problem, Mrs. Mellark."

I hung up and walked slowly into the kitchen. Walking is hard when you're so heavy. I sit at the counter and tell Peeta about the appointment.

"That sounds great, I can't wait." We eat our dinner and head to bed. The next morning I wake and wander into the bathroom. I brush my hair and put a nice red maternity dress on and head downstairs. Peeta has already made breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes with homemade strawberry syrup.

"I'm blaming you for most of this weight gain," I say.

"Blame that beautiful creature growing inside of you," he shoots back.

I watch some TV, read a book and wait anxiously for 1:15 to roll around. Peeta makes me drink lots of water like a good husband should when his gigantic wife is pregnant. Finally it's time and we get in the car to go to the hospital. We would normally walk, but that's just not gonna happen.

We get there and check in. After about 15 minutes, we get called back. The baby gets a checkup, meaning I have to answer a bunch of questions about kicking and stuff. Then the nurse has me lay/sit on a reclined chair and we wait for the doctor. Turns out to be Delly.

"Hello Peeta, Katniss. How are you?"

"We're great." We talk a little more before I am laid all the way back and Deely squirts some jelly like substance on my stomach. She takes this tube with a camera on the end and looks at our baby. She just looks around for a little bit, then finally gets around to telling us the gender.

"Looks like you will be having a girl! Congratulations!"

I look at Peeta, who's holding my hand tight and he looks at me before giving me a smile and a quick kiss on the lips. I get back dressed and we head home.

That night, we discuss baby names in bed. "Now that we know it's a girl, what do you like for names?" I ask.

"Hmmmm, I like Elizabeth. It's an old traditional name that was used a long time ago."

"Oh, Peeta, that sounds wonderful. I sort of like Marie, though. Oh, and Catherine, and Abigail, and..." He cuts me off, which is probably a good thing, or I would talk all night.

"How about this, Elizabeth Marie Mellark."

"That sounds great. I love you so much. But I ... need sleep." I say around a huge yawn.

"I love you too," his strong voice replies. The last thing he does is kiss my big, round belly and whispers "goodnight."

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