Disclaimer: The Hunger Games and related properties belong to Suzanne Collins and related parties.

Author's Note: Written in 2011 for the Valentine's Day gift exchange during the first round at Hungergamesland on Livejournal. Written for Octagonal.

Their bedroom window was open and the songs of a few Nightingales drifted through the night into the room. Katniss lay awake, eyes flickering over everything and nothing; she was too wired to calm down and close them. She took a deep breath and tried to ease the racing pace her heart had started on. Peeta was sleeping soundly, she didn't want to wake him.

She shifted her head on her pillow and ran a hand over her pelvis. Their baby was barely over the size of a pin's head and she was all ready anxious.

"Katniss," Peeta's voice was thick and scratchy with sleep. He pulled her closer against his chest, breathing in the woody scent of her hair. She listed her hand to his and rubbed her thumb over the rough skin of his knuckles. "Can't sleep?"

She smiled into the darkness. "No. Did I wake you?"

"What's keeping you up?" he asked, ignoring her deflection.

She sighed and turned towards him, pressing her face against his chest. He smelled of cinnamon and yeast. "Do you think I'll be a good mother?"

"Of course-" he began.

"You're just saying that," she interrupted. "Really think about it."

He shifted beside her and raise himself on an elbow to look at her. "Katniss. I have thought about it. For several years," he stressed the word 'years', "you'll be a wonderful mother. There's no doubt in my mind."

"Sometimes... all the time, really, I wonder about that."

Her husband bit his bottom lip, searching her grey eyes before speaking. "You were more than just a sister to Prim, you know full well how much of a mother you were to her, and she adored you for all the hats you wore." He spoke quickly before she could offer a rebuttal. "You took care of her in all the ways she needed it, Katniss."

"Prim was perfect to start with," Katniss whispered.

Peeta lowered himself and wrapped an arm around his wife, cupping her cheek with his free hand. "So will our little one."

"I'm scared."

"I am, too. But it'll be okay."

"You really believe that?"

"I do."

Katniss stretched upwards and kissed him gently. "Thank you." She settled back down in his arms and soon both found their way to sleep.