A/N: Writing this story hit me so hard in the feels. Please review and enjoy!
I was finally at the end of the pregnancy, The sweat beads down my face completely, The pain tightens more and more frequently, but I'm almost at the end. The fear that is riddling my body is tearing me apart. Even with Peetas reassurance I don't believe that I will be a good mother. It took me five, ten, fifteen years for me to finally agree to it. But Peeta wanted them so badly, and now I do too.
The war is over now, no hunger games. The arenas are been destroyed and memorials are been built. Some will have Prims, Finnicks, Boggs and even Cinnas names on it. Those who defied the capitol. Those who dared to rebel. Even though it is over now, terror grows within me that it will happen again. That district 12 will starve and the hunger games will come back. Realistically I know it could never happen, but the thought still stays.
We got to the hospital as the doctors ordered when my contractions were becoming 5 minutes apart. The pain was almost unbearable but Annie said I will forget the whole thing when I hold her in my arms for the first time. I trust Annie, but I just doubt it. This pain is so real, so intense, I don't think I would be able to forget it.
I'm laid on a bed as instructed and Peeta holds my hand supporting me. His blue eyes hold so much hope and reassurance. But even though he tries to hide it, I can see the faint fear in his eyes. The fear that something will happen. That he won't be a good dad, or his flashbacks will come back more often. But I know it will never happen. We will be a family. A daughter that will show us peace, happiness and shows that freedom does exist.
I don't think neither of us would ever think this day would come. Now that it has, Peeta is in complete euphoria. The only time Peeta leaves my bedside is to bring me something I need, or if the doctor whisks him away. I would never be able to go through this without him. He face dwindles a little now and then, but it's only because I'm squeezing his hand too hard when I have contractions. Which makes me smile a little.
And just went I think it will all be okay, when I think the pain is reaching it's end, I feel it. The sharpest most intense pain that I never thought existed. My head becomes light and my vision becomes blurred. Blood begins to pool between my legs and leaks through the sheets so quickly I can't make sense of whats going on, I don't understand what my body is doing or what I'm doing.
The sight of the heavy blood becomes into Peeta's vision as it drips off the bed. The shock sets in his expression as he screams out the door. "We need a doctor in here. Now it's an emergency help, someone help!" as he screams his voice begins to shake.
Staff begin rushing in and alarm bells ringing from the monitors around me. My state of shock fades quickly and it begins to set in that something is wrong, really wrong. "What is happening?" I say but no one is listening. Even Peeta, he is shouting at a doctor. The nurses, doctors, mid wives are all surrounding me, shouting different things.
"What blood type is she?"
"I need a bag of morphling"
"She needs a Pitcoin injection"
The panic is driving into me and the pain is becoming worse. "What is happening to me?" I scream. Nurses push me onto my back but I still scream. Peeta rushes to me and kisses my forehead. I can see his eyes becoming bloodshot from crying. "It's okay Katniss." He soothes. But I can't be calmed not when the situation around me is slowing looking like a murder scene. All I can hear is "She's hemorrhaging" before I pass out.