I stared at her for a long time. This small sleeping baby was mine. Her eyes were the color of Peeta's a deep sapphire blue, which I wouldn't have it any other way. Her hair was brown like mine; beautiful that's what she is, beautiful.

I rock her slowly back and forth cradling our child that I carried in me for nine long tedious months. But now I think back; all those months of pain, fear, and sickness was every single painful second. Our baby was perfect, there was no way to describe how I felt about her, our precious baby Mellark.

Peeta looks over my shoulder in awe of this tiny thing we created together. Peeta looks at me and whispers, "she's perfect." He smiles at me with joy and pride. We sat in that hospital room in a tiny huddle me, Peeta, and our new baby girl.

I didn't want anyone touching her in fear they would take her way from me. I was tired yes, but it was all worth it. Our baby was born happy and healthy.

I looked at Peeta and whisper, "How are we going to take care of her? I don't deserve to be a mother, especially to a baby."

"Katniss you worry too much, can't you just be happy that our baby is born safe and sound?"

I scowl at him for a minute, because I hate being chastised or even being corrected for that matter. Peeta just laughs because he never could stay mad mot even if I got on his nerves, which I guess that's a good thing. But of course, in this time of happiness I couldn't scowl for long. I just stare down at our baby and stroke her tiny pink cheeks. Peeta sits in a chair next to my hospital bed leaning in as far as he could, over to see our baby. I look over at Peeta who is grinning ear to ear, and ask, "Would you like to hold her 'daddy'?"

Peeta looks over at me and nods. I carefully place our baby in his arms like the doctor showed me. At first Peeta looks uncomfortable holding her, but then he seemed to get used to holding her. He couldn't take his eyes off her, he just stared at her. I grin at them leaning as far as I could to keep my daughter in my sight.

I don't think someone from the capitol could recreate this moment not in a million years. Finally Peeta looks at me and we lean in for a kiss.