Hey! This is just a little drabble about the birth of Katniss and Peeta's daughter. Enjoy!
I stare down at her face; she has Peeta's eyes, Prim's eyes. Two lone tears slip down my face. A tear of joy. A tear of grief. Peeta sits next to me. He doesn't try to comfort me, I appreciate that. He just puts his hand on my shoulder, and that's good enough for me.
"Primrose." Peeta says.
"What?" my eyes release their view on my child and rest on my husband.
"I think we should call her Primrose."
"Why?" I ask.
"After her. Her full name should be Primrose Rue Mellark." Peeta says. I actually like this idea, after Prim, her aunt, my sister, and after Rue, my ally, my friend.
"OK," I reply. The newborn child nestled in my arms begins to weep.
"Shhh," I try my best to say this softly.
"Hey," Peeta whispers to the baby. "Do you know what your name is? It's Primrose Rue Mellark." And she stops crying and smiles.