If It Wasn't For The Baby (COMPLETED)

Katniss POV

I wake up to a shrill cry. I swiftly get up, but I can't find were it's coming from. I flinch, when Peeta joins me, so I know I'm not insane. I shake my head, and walk back into Peeta and My room. Peeta comes in, crying, with our little boy, limp in his arms. I jolt up, and take our baby, and run to my mom and Prims house. By the time I make the short run, my face is plastered with tears. Peeta takes longer to run, because of his leg. I pound on the door,
"What's wrong Katniss?" My mom asks, obviously just waking up.
I lower my arms so she can see.
She grabs my baby, and runs into the house.
"Go back home, and sleep, okay?" She yells.
"Okay," I say, though I know I won't sleep.
Prim walks down the stairs, and see her nephew on the table limp. She immediately goes into doctor mode, but first she take Peeta and I up into my old room.