Thanks everybody for reading. And for the feedback and I would just like to say that it doesn't really specify what Annie actually names her son. And it would be assumed that she would name him Finnick, but my thought on that name would be that is was to hard to hear his name everyday without zoning out. Anyways those are my reasons for naming the child Wesly. Now this chaper takes place 15 years after the revolution, enjoy! :)
I'm in district four, in my mothers hospital, laying on a bed and staring at the ceiling. A baby, is all I can think about. My baby. Our baby. My mother walks in and inturrupts my thoughts. "Well Katniss, you are pregnent. 14 weeks actually." Right away my hands go straight to my belly. "You're sure mom?" "I'm posotive Katniss. Peeta's outside in the waiting room he's worried sick about you."
We came to district four to see my mother because Peeta thought I was sick. He rushed me right on a train and brought me here. Mom saw me and knew right away, but I wanted some tests ran before we told Peeta anything. He's wanted a kid for so long so badly, and now I can give him one. Am I ready? Im still not sure, but I will be, for Peeta's sake.
My mother grabs my hand and helps me off the bed. She hands me the list of healthy foods I need to eat to keep the baby healthy, and a bag of meds for me to take daily also for the growing infant. "Do you want to stay in four with me till the baby's born?" I dont need to think about this at all. I trust my mother and her skills so right away the answer is a yes.
I walk down the hallway towards the waiting room where Peeta is sitting probably worried sick. I'm sort of excited to tell him. I'm sure he's going to be extatic. I step into the waiting room and he looks at me with sad eyes. He stands up and hugs me. "Are you sick?" "No." "Then what's wrong?"
I look into those deep blew eyes that I love and put my hand through his soft blond hair. I noticed that he doesn't look a day over 17 to me, but hey maybe that's why they say love is blind. "Im pregnant Peeta." a smile grows on his face, and tears swell up in his eyes. He puts his ear on my stomach as though the growing child will speak to confim what I've just told him. He gives me the biggest hug and then pulls away very fastly. "What's wrong Peeta?" "I just don't want to squish the baby." This makes me grin. He's so worried already.
We get back to my mother's house and she lays me down on the couch. Peeta goes straight to the Kitchen to make some sort of food on the list my mother gave me. I doze off on the couch.
A baby is sitting on top of a stack of pancakes, her shirt says the name "Tally". She starts crying so I pick her up. "Where's your mother?" I ask her but of coarse she's only a baby so the only answer I get is some more crying. I hold her out and take a good look at her. Brown hair with blue eyes. Rues lullaby is playing in he backround. She grasps ahold of my finger and stares into my eyes. Those are Peeta's eyes, I would no them anywhere. This must Peeta's child, but if this is Peeta's baby then that means this baby is mine also. In mid thought Peeta walks up behind me and kisses me on the cheek then tells me to wake up. "Wake up." he says again.
My eyes open to Peeta gazing at me. I look at his eyes and all I can see is baby Tally from my dream. "You ok?" He asks in a concerned voice. "The baby." I say. "What? Is it ok?" "Yeah she's fine." "It's a girl? Isn't it to soon to tell?" "No. I mean yes. I mean.. well I saw her in a dream, and her name is Tally."
Peeta's eyes light up all over again. "Tally." he repeats like its the greatest name he's ever heard. "It's perfect." He says again. "Just perfect."
