A/N: I forgot to mention that this will be alternating POVs, and the last chapter was Peeta's. Also, does anyone know what Katniss's mom's name was? I even googled it and I couldn't find it. The actress said in her head, she called Mrs. Everdeen Clara so that's what I used! Again, I don't own THG!

Katniss POV

2 weeks later…..

I sit in the waiting room of our doctor's office, and squeeze Peeta's hand.

A short and plump nurse opens the door that leave's the waiting room, and leads to the examination rooms. I've hated doctors since Prim died. It reminds me of what never happened, and what could've been. In a Capitol accent she says, "Mrs. and Mr. Mellark? Dr. Grey is right this way."

A lot of people spread out across Panem, and many people who worked as prep-team's etc. are now nurses. They changed the Capitol's name to District 14, in attempt to smooth out segregation, and make people feel more welcome. It's still the Capitol to me. It took a long time for things to settle down. The first thing we did is take 2 representatives from each of the 13, now 14, districts. We started a council, and called it a government, except all it really is, is a board of people who vote for the sake of our society. Peeta is a rep. for district 12, along with Rory Hawthorne. Gale is a rep. for district 14. All the old victors, excluding Haymitch and I are on it. We both decided that it was in everyone's best interest if we stayed out of the government.

I walk through the sterile hallway, and into the small room. Our doctor, Dr. Grey, is sitting with gloves on.

She smiles, and motions for me to sit down. "Hello, Katniss and Peeta. Today, we'll do an scan, just to make sure your baby is doing all right. First things first, Katniss, anything unusual since our last appointment?"

Peeta couldn't come to my last appointment. He was in the district 3 for a COP, or council of Panem, meeting.

I respond, "No, I've been sick almost every morning but that's expected."

Peeta makes circles with this thumb on my hand in attempt to calm me down.

She set's down a chart, and then says, "Great. Okay, lie down, and I'll fetascan you."

The fetascan is one of the new technologies we have, it is like an ultrasound, but 3-D.
I lie down and close my eyes as she roll's over a machine, and scans my abdomen.

"Do you want to see it? Your 7 week's along."

I nod my head, and then take a deep breath, trying to control my excitement.

Peeta smiles, and say's. "That's our baby, Katniss."

I smile so wide, when I see our baby moving around in the 3-D hologram. I reach out to touch it, but my hand goes right through it.

"Your baby look's very healthy. Now, the NoPolar medication you are taking is safe for the baby, but the sleep aids aren't. I can prescribe something else. Any questions or concerns?"

In my head, I have 10000000's of questions, but for all we know, Google is the best doctor, and the only concern I have is my baby's future.

Once we leave the doctor's office, we decide to go for a trip to my mother's house in district 4, where she moved after the rebellion or resistance. We go to our house, and pack up. I put on a green tee shirt, and jeans, and my combat boots, and a warm Panem University hoodie, where I went to school to become a teacher. I teach Panem history mainly, and do the occasional gym class. It's summer so I'm on break. I shove my medications, and some Advil in my purse.

As we leave the house, Peeta passes me a Wild Raspberry muffin. I want to refuse it, given my tendency to get sick in cars, but I can't refuse his baking. I've gained at least 20 pounds since the rebellion, but I was so used to starving, you can barely tell the difference.

I sit on the passenger side, and Peeta, being the strong man he is, put's our luggage in the trunk. I turn on my favourite music station to get ready for the 9 hour trip.

Once we leave the district limits, the queasiness sets in. I don't know how Peeta does all the traveling he does. I can barely manage a 1 hour car ride without almost dying. The pregnancy isn't helping either.

Peeta notices the look on my face and asks, "Baby, are you feeling alright? Do you want to stop?" He is way too good for me.

I shake my head, and I try to look into the horizon, but the headache has already turned into a migraine. I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep.

Peeta's voice awakens me from my sleep. "Katniss, sweetie? I'm stopping for gas, do you need anything?"

I shake my head for no, and check the time. Shit. We've been only driving for 3 hours and I already feel like crap. I fall back asleep, and when I wake up, it's not nearly as nice as the first time.

I say, "Peeta, pull over, I'm going to throw up."

He does as told, and I open my door and empty the contents of my stomach, while Peeta rubs my back. I sit back in the car, and Peeta gives me a kiss.

"Peeta, what the hell? My breath stinks!" I laugh, and think of our first kiss, in the arena.

Peeta stares into my eyes and says, "If I can't handle you at your worst, I don't deserve you at your best."

I hit him with my sweater, and roll my eyes. Then, I sit back into the car, and the rest of the drive sleep.

We arrive in District 4 about an hour later, and pull into my mother's driveway.

My mother says, "Katniss! I missed you so much, and Peeta, you look so handsome!"

I hug her and say, "Hey, what about me? I look great!"

Peeta laughs and reassures me that I look great. I follow my mother into her spare room, which is where Peeta and I will be staying. I set down my bags, and then we go into my mother's living room.

"It's getting late, and you must be exhausted. It's okay if you want to head straight to bed," she says.

Peeta responds, "No, we're okay. Katniss spelt most of the way, and I'm fine. Besides, we haven't seen you in over a year!"

My mother offers us a drink, and she comes back with a tea for me, and wine for her and Peeta.

My mother still doesn't know about the baby, or my bipolar diagnosis.

"How was the drive up," she says.

I respond with, "I got sick, but other than that it was fine."

She laughs, and tells me that I get that from my father.

After an hour or so of petty conversation, I finally bring it up while Peeta is using the washroom. "Mom, last year, I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. I just thought you should know why I've been so distant."

She smiles, which is not what I was expecting and says, "Honey, you get that from me. I'm bipolar as well. After your father died, I was I a deep state of depression, and then I would be manic… I noticed it with you when you were younger, but we couldn't afford the medication for you, and I got it for the first while through your dad's friend. When I was off my medication, I would stay in bed for days. I think you remember that. I'm really sorry. Right now, I'm on NoPolar, and it's been a godsend."

I reply, "I'm on it too." All the puzzle pieces fit, and it finally makes sense. My mother wasn't lazy, she just was sick, and in my heart I forgive her for my childhood.

Peeta comes back and sits down. "Clara, we have something to tell you."

I smile, and almost giggle with excitement. "I'm pregnant."

She smiles, and then says, "I'm going to be a grandma."

I stare at the picture of Prim as a child, and then I say, "I love you Mom."

It's the first time I ever call her that, and one of the first time's I say those 3 words unprovoked. We spend the rest of the night laughing and Mom tells us stories. I begin to understand my mother in a better way. Since the rebellion, I've shut her out, and she almost didn't come to our wedding. I was mad, and hated her for putting Prim out on the battlefield. I never thought she loved me, until then.

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