The moment the Doctors realised that Peeta was awake, we were all banished from the room so that they could run tests on him. I didn't want to leave, in fact, I was pretty much adamant that I wasn't going to leave until I was left with no choice.

I woke up an hour later, thoroughly pissed off, with Plutarch staring down at me. "Katniss, finally; I've been waiting ages for you to wake up."

"Well you can blame the doctors for that" I tell him, grimacing as I sit up "what do you want?"

"I came to see if you were ready to try and do the picture again. How about it?"

I sigh and nod figuring that Peeta is going to be off limits for the rest of the day so I may as well do something to try and take my mind off of it. "On one condition, though" I say "that Haymitch is there too."

Plutarch reluctantly agrees but, with Haymitch's instruction, I excel.

"Remember, Sweetheart," he tells me "it's just a picture; this is just to show the districts that you're alive. They're going to take some of you and Peeta as well and-" he stops

"And what?" I ask as he attaches my pin to Cinna's mockingjay suit.

"They want to take a few pictures after the birth; with you, Peeta and the baby." He finally finishes.

"The hell they will!" I explode "they can exploit me and, with his permission, they can exploit Peeta but they are leaving my baby alone!"

"Don't worry, Sweetheart" he sighs "I told them the same thing."

"Are you ready, Katniss?" Plutarch asks from behind the glass.

I look up at him as Haymitch says "just think about how much you hate the Capitol; remember how well you performed during the tribute parade?" I nod "do it just like that. They have Cinna, remember? They're hurting him, think about that."

"I can do that" I murmur already feeling angry.

"Good girl," he smiles, helping me onto the platform. "Head, high, Katniss."

I was stood on the platform for a long time considering that they only wanted 'a few pictures'. Plutarch and Fulvia Cardew, his assistant kept instructing me on my poses. "Hands on your hips, Katniss, yes! That's lovely!" Or "Now hands on your stomach, head down and smiling, if you please. Wonderful, Katniss, just wonderful!"

I wanted to punch the both of them.

Prim came down just as was changing out of the costume, informing us that they'd finished with Peeta and that we could go and see him now if we wanted. Haymitch wheeled me out of the studio without waiting for a dismissal; I think he was getting just as annoyed as I was.

"I wouldn't mind it if she didn't sound so chirpy and fake" he mutters. "All of this la-di-da stuff really rubs me up the wrong way."

"Really?" I ask "she sounds just like Effie, I thought you'd like it."

"Baby or no baby, Sweetheart, I will hurt you if you ever mention her name again."

We hadn't heard what had happened to Effie; we didn't know if she was alive or dead. All we did know was that she wasn't here. "I miss her too, Haymitch" I admit quietly.

He just grunts in response and we spend the rest of the journey to Peeta's room in silence. "Katniss" he smiles when we finally arrive "finally, someone who isn't going to poke me with needles."

"I'd rather go through a load of tests than have any more pictures taken" I say, taking his outstretched hand and smiling when he kisses my wedding ring.

"What were the pictures for?" He asks

"You'll find out soon enough" I reply "they want to take pictures of you as well. I'm assuming you know where we are?" He nods "and what happened to twelve?"

He nods again, quiet for a moment, before asking "my family didn't make it, did they?"

"They never made it here" I mumble "I'm sorry, Peeta." I then dig out the scan pictures from the drawer on his bedside table, I'd been keeping them in here so that I could show him when he finally woke. "Do you want to see our baby?" I ask.

Peeta frowns, looking at me "what? He's here already?"

"No, I've still got about six weeks left" I laugh "thirteen have all of these fancy machines. Look" I hand the pictures over to him "they're in order so you can see MJ getting bigger."

I watch him intently, seeing his face brighten with every picture. "Do they know what he is?"

"Well, they know he's a baby" I say, grinning.

Peeta rolls his eyes "well I know that. I meant if MJ is a he or a she."

"They can find out" I nod "but I didn't want to find out without you."

I start informing him on everything that he'd missed out on; telling him about thirteen and what I knew about it. I also told him about thirteen's opinion of our marriage.

"I know, your mother told me" he says "so I spoke to Coin, she came to visit me before they started running tests, this morning. She told me that all we need to do, to make it official, is to sign some paperwork with a couple of witnesses." He shakes his head, grinning "I'll happily marry you again, Katniss; if that's what it takes for them to accept us as a couple then that's what we'll do. Is that ok with you?"

"How could it not be?" I ask. The only reason we hadn't gone to the justice building was because we were going to have a wedding in the Capitol which meant that the paperwork didn't matter but now that was going to happen, I saw no reason why not to accept Thirteen's offer of marrying us. "I think they've already assigned us a living space. That's what Prim says anyway."

"I…have the paperwork" Peeta admitted. "We have to sign it in front of Coin with a couple of our own witnesses but-"

I laugh. Peeta, despite being completely out of it for two months, is still on the ball. "I don't know how I managed these last few months without, Peeta."

We decide to wait until we're both discharged before signing the certificate; that way, we can go straight to our new living quarters instead of celebrating our second marriage in the hospital.

So, three days later, we sign the certificate in front of Coin, my mother, Prim, Finnick and Haymitch and leave the hospital together.

The living space we've been assigned is on the top level, opposite my mother and Prim. Both rooms are identical; two beds, a set of drawers and a window. The only thing that was different was the small crib set in the corner. "Well, it's not like what we have in victors village but I like it" Peeta says, setting a box of this things, that Gale had collected for him, down on the drawers.

I walk over to the crib and run my fingers along the wood. I'd not thought about baby furniture before now; in twelve, unless you're good at making things, the baby sleeps in a basket or in the bed with the parents. Of course, the basket was preferable as there have been incidents of waking up in the morning with a squashed baby. The mother's would bring them to my mother but there was nothing she could do for them. The cries used to haunt my nightmares.

Inside the crib was two small bundle of clothes; the first pile was nothing spectacular, just government issued like the rest of the clothes but the second pile consisted of much nicer clothes, white mostly, put there was some pale yellows and greens in there; they were all much nice to touch than the government issued ones. There was a note pinned on top.

I hope that your little one brings you as much joy as mine did.

-Alma Coin

"Coin gave that to us?" Peeta asks.

"Prim said that she lost her husband and daughter during the pox epidemic" I tell him.

"I heard about that; I bet it's strange knowing that there will be a baby around here again."

I sigh, nodding "to be honest, Peeta, I still think that it's strange that we'll be parents in less than one month."

"And we haven't even discussed baby names" nods Peeta.

"Bet you've thought about it more than I have" I smile at his answering blush.

"I still had hope, Katniss."

"I'm glad that one of us did" I admit before sighing "I need a shower before dinner, want to join me?"