She Looks Like You
A/N: After some writers block, I've finally gotten some inspiration! Enjoy this one-shot!
I feel a stab of pain. The anesthesia must have worn off, because I was feeling numb before. The pain is gone again, but only for a second; then, I feel as if my hips are being split apart. Someone is holding my hand tightly, and I squeeze their hand tighter, not worrying about the fact that I might cut off the circulation in there.
The pain stops again, but I don't feel numb. I feel relief. I'm sore, but there's not much pain. I think I'm going to faint, and everything goes blurry and starts spinning for a while. I'm breathing heavily, and I'm reminded of my first Hunger Games.
Someone's crying in the background. High pitched wails. I think Peeta is talking to me, he's saying, "It's okay, Katniss, it's all over, you're okay," but it all sounds like I'm underwater.
Before I know it, something's in my arms. It's crying, the same crying I heard. It doesn't sound like I'm underwater, though, now it's as clear as a bell. I stare at the baby, it's tiny body, notice how it moves it's arms. Peeta is saying hello to the baby, touching one of their fingers.
"She looks like you," Peeta tells me.
I'm exhausted and out of breath, but I manage to speak to him. "Peeta, you can't say that, she's only two seconds old," I tell him, but he just shakes his head.
"Excuse me," says the nurse. She's holding a clipboard. "Do you know what you're going to name your child?"
I swear under my breath. I realize that Peeta and I had discussed names, but never actually finalized anything. "It's a girl, right?" I ask in my confusion. Peeta nods, and he sighs.
"Could you give us a while?" Peeta tells the nurse, and she walks away, clipboard in her arms still. "So, what were we talking about for a name?"
"I don't even remember anymore." I say, patting the baby's back. It stopped crying for a while, but has now resumed.
Silence follows for a few minutes. "I think we were talking about Aster, Laurel, or Ann."
I think. "Laurel Mellark. How does that sound?"
"I like it." He says looking at the baby.
"Laurel. Laurel. Laurel. Can I live calling my kid that for the rest of my life? Laurel." I repeat the name over and over again until it sounds natural.
"So, are we going with Laurel?" The nurse asks, hearing me repeat Laurel on loop.
"Yeah," Peeta tells her, and she puts it down.
"It's a very pretty name," she says, and I smile at her.
"Your name is Laurel," I tell the baby in my arms. I know she can't understand a thing I'm saying, and she's still probably very confused at this new world, but I smile. She's a very beautiful baby. But, I still tell Peeta, "I never want to have another one of these again." He just shakes his head.
A/N: Hope you liked it! Reviews are very much appreciated.