This is my first hunger games fanfic, so I am new to this! Hope you enjoy, please review and tell me to give up hunger games or not! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing at all other than Rosalie Lily Primrue!

Katniss POV~

It is official. A document with the time, date, weight, and description of her on it. It doesn't seem real though. I never waited my whole life for this, in fact I never wanted it. But Peeta did, so so badly. I couldn't resist his clear blue eyes, his undiluted need for this. I caved, and I cannot say I regret it, I'm just still disbelieving.

But here she is, with her big blue eyes and curled hair. She is so incredibly little. Yet, here she is. She is mine, no Ours. Rosalie Lily Primrue Mellark. Much deliberation went into her name. We originally considered naming her Prim or Rue, but she deserves her own name. Peeta wanted to name her after a flower or plant like me. Rosemarie was not what I wanted, Rose alone reminded me of snow, but Rosalie honored my sister and gave her something new. Prim taught me everything about plants, and lillies were her favorite. Primrue is the name to piece together something missing in my life.

She cries through the night, Peeta calms her with ease whereas I stuggle to quiet her pained screams. It hurts me, to know I can't help my own child. I'm told it happens all the time, that it will come to me. I am still unsure though.

I know I love her, I haven't shown it well but I do. But even though you love someone, it doesn't protect them. I loved my father and he died. I loved little Rue, I even grew to love Cinna. I was in charge of little Prim, and I lost her too. Every Tribute I killed had people who loved them too. Finnick, and he had a wife and a child. One of the few living people who I care about, Peeta, comforts me insisting it is okay, that I am not to blame, but I refuse to believe. But I love her, I really do.

I heard her soft whimpers and I knew she needs me. I walk over blindly to her and bounce her lightly, murmuring calming words but it does nothing for her. I want to rip my hair from my head, thinking of what to do. I close my eyes and start to hum, which seems to soothe her screams. Before long I am fully singing to her.

Deep in the meadow, under the willlow,

A bed of grass, a soft green pillow

Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes

And when they open, the sun will riseHere it's safe, and here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet-

-and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you.

Deep in the meadow, hidden far away

A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam rayForget your woes and let your troubles lay

And when again it's morning, they'll wash away

Here it's safe, and here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet-

- and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love is the place where I love you.

She is silent. No longer crying, but asleep in my arms. I look down at her and bring her closer to me. This is real. She is my baby, my child. I am her mother, and I love her. I saw everything good in the world in her, including Peeta.

My baby girl, Rose, has finally closed the hole in my heart.

How terrible was it? Not my best work!