Hi there! This is my first fan fic, its short but I'm pretty proud of it :) so hopefully you like it! It's inspired by two songs, 'Winter' and 'Big Eyes' by Matt Corby, I highly suggest you listen to them before you read so you get a general idea of the mood, you can find them on youtube :) anywho, enjoy!
"There, can you feel it?" I say to Peeta as the baby stirs in my belly. He doesn't say a word, as if he's stunned into silence. He just wraps his arms around me further, rubbing my stomach softly. "Peeta?"
"It's beautiful." I turn my head around to see his face, and I'm shocked by what I see; a single tear running down his cheek. It's been years since I've seen him cry. He turns me fully around and kisses me softly on the lips, I feel that spark again like I did in the Quarter Quell, although I've felt it every time we've kissed in the last ten years.
When we came back to 12, it took a long time till it finally felt right to enjoy little things, like each others company. He was there to comfort me when my dreams turned to nightmares. Slowly, we became us again and ten years later, he finally pushed through my wall of fear and resistance.
"Let's just do it," he says casually as we lay in the meadow, my head on his chest, his fingers playing with my hair, which eventually grew back evenly.
"Do what?" I ask cautiously, not quite sure where he was taking this.
"Have children." I sit up and look at him with contempt.
"Peeta, you know how I fee-"
"Katniss, Katniss, stop," he cuts me off, holding onto my shoulders, those deep blue pools staring into my eyes. "I-I know what you think," he stutters, trying to pick the right wording to help his argument. "Like bringing a child into this world would be selfish because they could get swept away any second, but we're not living in the same world we grew up in. A child can live a happy life free of worries like starvation and the Hunger Games. And I think that you will be a fantastic mother. Despite what you think about yourself, you're the most selfless, caring person I have ever met in my life."
I think about it, mull over it until I realize it's really what he wants, and all of it makes sense. Peeta deserves the best in his life after what he's been through and if having children will make him happy, its what I'm going to do.
"Okay," I say softly. He smiles widely then kisses me in response.
Here we are now, eight months later, and very pregnant. It never ceases to amaze me what the Capitol can do, asking Peeta and I if we wanted to know the gender of the baby, we both said no, but when Haymitch found out the next day from Dr. Aurelius, it slipped up in his drunk haze when he came over to congratulate us on the news.
We sat on the porch of our house in the Victors Village holding hands, it was Autumn and you could feel the chill coming.
"What are we going to name her?" I ask.
Peeta looks forward, his expression serene. "Winter," he whispers. I just smile in agreement.
Perfect.
The world goes silent as I hold her in my arms.
Winter.
My baby girl, Winter. She's so tiny in comparison to my hands; it frightens me how fragile she must be. Her little hands grab onto my pinky, I already know she's going to be strong when she's older and I see her grow everyday.
Her big eyes, that are the same blue as her father's, a deep pool I could swim in for days on end without ever getting tired.
Her soft, ebony hair, that grows from little tufts into a full head of hair.
Her teeth, that starts with two little ones at the front into a full set.
Her legs, which gradually change, as she learns to walk and run.
She is beautiful. Just like Peeta said.
Winter.