KATNISS POV:
I held my baby, Willow, tightly in my arms. I may have never wanted children before, but it didn't matter. I felt like I needed her. If I set her down, for even a second, I just knew something bad would happen. I needed to set her down, but I couldn't. She would just be a spoiled child. For a split second, I'm jealous of her. She is getting the childhood I never got. She'll have a loving father and a loving mother. Not just a mother who can't function anyway. And then, I smile. I'm happy she gets this. It's what I had always wanted.
Even at only 3 months old, Willow is beautiful. She has my dark hair in small patches, and Peeta's beautiful eyes. Her hair contrasts with her soft, pink, baby skin. She is beautiful and I love her already.
